In da club.
Now, I know all my fans out there gonna go into playa hater mode going all "hey Bunga, I thought you were all-out indie, what’s with going to Ghetto Heaven man?"... well i can say is, quit hatin' bitches. Y'all act like y'all danced to Public Enemy and NWA when I dropped that shit in the loft. Plus, I got to let out the black bruvva in me every now and then son! Gotta get all freaky once in a while.
Anyways it was just fucking thumping tonight. Goldfish and T-bone were dropping mad tracks back to back like it was hawt. So we were doing our thang you know, sipping on some 40s and checkin' out dem fly bitches. Damn son, there were more fly ass under aged bitches there than in a Monday morning assembly in an all girls school. And we all know how I especially love them under aged hoes. Never too young to get that phat ass tapped is what I say.
me (wu tang!), my homeboy crazy b, cracker james & pork ribs
Anyways, I was about to get my mack on when T-Bone dropped 'The Triumph' from none other than dem 9 ma fuckers for shaolin. Wu Tang son! I just flipped. I had to throw the wu sign up. Reprezent ma niggaz. Club was definately thumping tonight, fo sheezy.
Anyways I ended up drunk as a motherfucker on a jug of 'badly mixed gin & juice'. I ended up waking up at Cracker James’s pad on his bed with him spoonin my ass. Well, we'll save that story for another time. We'll be tearing it up a GH again one of these days, fo shizzle ma nizzle. aight, till then ma niggaz, peace out. TAG fo eva son!