I went over to my boy Erik's pad to cut his hair, I went to barber college with him. Dude was all nonchalant "Like come by and cut me, I live near the lake, I have a chair here." He's got the fattest crib, big ass apartment, giant tv, hella dj equipment, super nice. Dude has 3 barber chairs on his deck over looking Lake Merritt...Not too shabby.
My boy just had his son a couple nights ago and I was chatting with him on FB IM at like 1am while he was in the room with his girl that was in labor (she didn't have the kid till almost noon the next day - damn son) and I told him he should play The Final Countdown over his phone for motivation.
Bitches say I stunt too much/
It's okay cuz I could back it up/
Know you gone, let me, do what I do/
Rock my Rollie, ride drop tops, too/
Till the day I die...I'm gone shine/
Drive top of the line...pop bottles of wine/
Break bread with my clique of niggas...niggas/
Toss hoes, take naked pictures...pictures/
Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga...nigga/
Try not to get a big head, nigga...nigga/
Look, you like my watch, ha/
You like my ring, ha/
You like the way it look and how it bling bling, ha/
I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits/
Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it/
Every nigga in my clique...bubble and glide/
Every nigga in my clique sitting low and high/