on Pam Grier when you was a shawty?”
“Hell yeah! If I was old enough back then, I would have took her ass down.”
I’m choking on this weed smoke. “Would you hit now, my nigga?”
“Hell naw! She old as fuck now. Plus, she fat as shit. You know I don’t do fat hoes.”
I’m laughing so hard that I’ve got tears coming out of my eyes.
“Ay, pull over in the gas station, nigga, I need some gum.”
“Yo ass need some help!” I pulled over at the Citgo on 79 th and Yates. “Poohman put forty-five on pump five.”
This cheap ass nigga walked over to me and put his hand out.
“What nigga?”
He gon look at me as if I’m in the wrong. “Man Joe, give me half.”
I went in my pockets shaking my head. “Cheap ass!”
“Whatever!”
I put the pump in the tank and waited for it to begin pumping. I heard somebody’s car knocking off the chain. Whoever that is has some serious bass in their trunk.
“God damn!”
They weren’t even in the gas station and I heard their shit loud and clear. Next thing you know, this tan Impala whips up to the pump next to me. Dude’s shit was beating so loud that he has my windows shaking. He’s got some nice ass rims on his shit too. His shit isn’t fucking with mine, but he can pull some hoes.
“Jaw, what up nigga?”
I turned around to see my nigga JR. I grew up with this nigga. His uncle used to run with my uncle in the projects.
“JR, what yo black ass doing on this side of town? You a long way from the Greens.”
I looked into his eyes and I can see the stress all over his face.
“You good, my nigga?”
“Hell naw! I got a little spot over on 85 th and Marquette. Last night a motha fucker stained me for three hundred fifty G’s.”
I almost passed out.
“And that ain’t even the worst part. That money belonged to me, Boogie, and Big Moe!”
“Damn Joe! That’s fucked up! That nigga still crazy?”
“Hell yeah, but the killing part of the whole situation is that the little hoe I’m fucking is the one that set me up to get hit!”
“Damn, my nigga! Yo ass got problems!”
“The good side of it is that she told me who helped her brother steal my shit.”
“Wait! Her brother? Where that nigga at?”
“When I went to check on the money, dude ass was laying in the middle of the garage, dead!”
“So the niggas that helped him hit the lick killed his ass afterwards?”
“Yeah. She said it was four niggas. She only know one of their names. Some dude named, Dirty E.”
I had a bad taste in my mouth. “Ay Joe, is Dirty E a nigga?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason.”
I took a deep breath. For some reason I thought about my boo and her little crew. They don’t even look like they get down like that.
“Here go my number. Hit me if you need me.”
I see Poohman coming out the gas station with a mug on his face. JR and Poohman never saw eye-to-eye. They even fist fought a couple of times. Poohman always got the best of JR until Boogie jumped in and that’s when I jumped in. It was all love with JR and Boogie. I didn’t fuck with Big Moe like that. He was a nut. Poohman didn’t fuck with Big Moe either.
JR looked at Poohman and smiled, “What up Pooh?”
“Fuck you nigga!”
“Damn dawg, you still mad?”
“Hell naw, nigga! You can’t whoop me by yo’self, pussy.”
Let me end this shit before these two niggas send this gas station up. “Alright JR, holla at me if you need me.”
I hopped back in my car and peeled off. “Call Re and tell them we on the way.”
While Poohman called the girls, I couldn’t help but think about what JR told me.
“What you thinking about?”
I told him all of what JR said.
“My first thought was the girls. I dismissed that shit because I just can’t see them getting down like that; feel me?”
We spent the rest of the day helping the girls pick out cars. I was impressed at my boo’s taste. She chose this money green; two door ninety-six
“Hell yeah! If I was old enough back then, I would have took her ass down.”
I’m choking on this weed smoke. “Would you hit now, my nigga?”
“Hell naw! She old as fuck now. Plus, she fat as shit. You know I don’t do fat hoes.”
I’m laughing so hard that I’ve got tears coming out of my eyes.
“Ay, pull over in the gas station, nigga, I need some gum.”
“Yo ass need some help!” I pulled over at the Citgo on 79 th and Yates. “Poohman put forty-five on pump five.”
This cheap ass nigga walked over to me and put his hand out.
“What nigga?”
He gon look at me as if I’m in the wrong. “Man Joe, give me half.”
I went in my pockets shaking my head. “Cheap ass!”
“Whatever!”
I put the pump in the tank and waited for it to begin pumping. I heard somebody’s car knocking off the chain. Whoever that is has some serious bass in their trunk.
“God damn!”
They weren’t even in the gas station and I heard their shit loud and clear. Next thing you know, this tan Impala whips up to the pump next to me. Dude’s shit was beating so loud that he has my windows shaking. He’s got some nice ass rims on his shit too. His shit isn’t fucking with mine, but he can pull some hoes.
“Jaw, what up nigga?”
I turned around to see my nigga JR. I grew up with this nigga. His uncle used to run with my uncle in the projects.
“JR, what yo black ass doing on this side of town? You a long way from the Greens.”
I looked into his eyes and I can see the stress all over his face.
“You good, my nigga?”
“Hell naw! I got a little spot over on 85 th and Marquette. Last night a motha fucker stained me for three hundred fifty G’s.”
I almost passed out.
“And that ain’t even the worst part. That money belonged to me, Boogie, and Big Moe!”
“Damn Joe! That’s fucked up! That nigga still crazy?”
“Hell yeah, but the killing part of the whole situation is that the little hoe I’m fucking is the one that set me up to get hit!”
“Damn, my nigga! Yo ass got problems!”
“The good side of it is that she told me who helped her brother steal my shit.”
“Wait! Her brother? Where that nigga at?”
“When I went to check on the money, dude ass was laying in the middle of the garage, dead!”
“So the niggas that helped him hit the lick killed his ass afterwards?”
“Yeah. She said it was four niggas. She only know one of their names. Some dude named, Dirty E.”
I had a bad taste in my mouth. “Ay Joe, is Dirty E a nigga?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason.”
I took a deep breath. For some reason I thought about my boo and her little crew. They don’t even look like they get down like that.
“Here go my number. Hit me if you need me.”
I see Poohman coming out the gas station with a mug on his face. JR and Poohman never saw eye-to-eye. They even fist fought a couple of times. Poohman always got the best of JR until Boogie jumped in and that’s when I jumped in. It was all love with JR and Boogie. I didn’t fuck with Big Moe like that. He was a nut. Poohman didn’t fuck with Big Moe either.
JR looked at Poohman and smiled, “What up Pooh?”
“Fuck you nigga!”
“Damn dawg, you still mad?”
“Hell naw, nigga! You can’t whoop me by yo’self, pussy.”
Let me end this shit before these two niggas send this gas station up. “Alright JR, holla at me if you need me.”
I hopped back in my car and peeled off. “Call Re and tell them we on the way.”
While Poohman called the girls, I couldn’t help but think about what JR told me.
“What you thinking about?”
I told him all of what JR said.
“My first thought was the girls. I dismissed that shit because I just can’t see them getting down like that; feel me?”
We spent the rest of the day helping the girls pick out cars. I was impressed at my boo’s taste. She chose this money green; two door ninety-six
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