I got a San Quinn story...
Years ago @ Club Platinum here in San Jose E-40 had the record release party for Breakin News
My boy Al, does security for Sicwitit & let me, my brother & my homeboy Trip in the private room where the camp was, along with JT The Bigga Figga, Quinn, Kee ...Dutch was there, there was quite a few people in the building that night from the local scene or from the siccness.
I am sitting with JT & we are choppin game (dude give up a TON of free knowledge & is a real ass good dude)
So on the couch I am sitting on with him & Trip, talking, there is a small table right behind me.... quinn comes up & asks me if I am the police (evidently because all white people in clubs are police?)
I told him fuck nah, ...I am even rockin a DUGOUT Records shirt, because at the time I was on playarae's label DUGOUT. Obviously not a pig.
So, quinn is snortin lines on the table behind me & asks me to watch his back then.
I continue on with my convo with the fig & Trip & not watching quinn's back, I was drunk, not even paying attention.
...here comes security & they grab quinn by the shirt as he is tootin & begin to throw him out as he is screaming "IM PART OF THE SHOW!.. IM THE FUCKIN TALENT NIGGA! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
So they let him go after sicwitit security tell the club security he is a part of the show.
quinn comes back in & says "I thought you had my back, man!"
....I'm like "uhhhh, my bad?"
so quinn proceeds to go on stage, coked outta his mind, & tell everyone on the mic that "the police is thick in here, they even got undercovers in the back room, fuck the police!"
obviously talking about me, saying I was an undercover cop, which obviously I am NOT lol
I'd of beat that fuckers face in had I had the chance, but the party continued on & I got smashed & left at some point.
....bool story breh.
