you know what? fuck it
san diego is the most gangster place ive ever been in
there is a 300 pound man with fingerwaves that holds an AK-47 that sits in front of green cat liquor no matter what time of the day it is
last time i sat in the chair at gentry's barbershop a bullet whizzed all my hair off, i paid the man, tipped, and went home
if you jump in the water at the boys and girls club and youre a blood, the water jumps you for repping the wrong color
this city is so fucking ridiculously gangster that i checked my body and seen 16 bullet wounds i never knew i had
damn man
last time i bought a bottle of hennessy on 32nd street i found out the liquor store owner refilled it with miller high life and when i went to complain all the owner did was roll up a baby blue rag with two hands and whipped it across my mouth and i went home crying with two fat lips
fuck this place is too gangsta. jump on the bus and the bus driver punches you in the mouth and throws up little africa. i thought all us black people got along.
mitchy slick was right i was wrong sorry yall =(
cant even fucking get to fam bam without going through a god damn military checkpoint.....and then when you get there, fam bam is booby trapped.....
last person i seen pick up a turf talk cd at fam bam got his arm blew off. yall aint know that place was ran by veitnamese war vets looking for revenge? i seen jennifer throw on that camoflauge hat and i knew it was trouble.
san diego is the most gangster place ive ever been in
there is a 300 pound man with fingerwaves that holds an AK-47 that sits in front of green cat liquor no matter what time of the day it is
last time i sat in the chair at gentry's barbershop a bullet whizzed all my hair off, i paid the man, tipped, and went home
if you jump in the water at the boys and girls club and youre a blood, the water jumps you for repping the wrong color
this city is so fucking ridiculously gangster that i checked my body and seen 16 bullet wounds i never knew i had
damn man
last time i bought a bottle of hennessy on 32nd street i found out the liquor store owner refilled it with miller high life and when i went to complain all the owner did was roll up a baby blue rag with two hands and whipped it across my mouth and i went home crying with two fat lips
fuck this place is too gangsta. jump on the bus and the bus driver punches you in the mouth and throws up little africa. i thought all us black people got along.
mitchy slick was right i was wrong sorry yall =(
cant even fucking get to fam bam without going through a god damn military checkpoint.....and then when you get there, fam bam is booby trapped.....
last person i seen pick up a turf talk cd at fam bam got his arm blew off. yall aint know that place was ran by veitnamese war vets looking for revenge? i seen jennifer throw on that camoflauge hat and i knew it was trouble.