December 2011
11 posts
Dear Hip Hop,
I remember when you came out to the West. It was around six in the morning when you arrived. I didn’t have to have my Hand on the Pump, Yep, Today was a good day. I was so excited to meet you but you kept Passing me By. You told me I had to Pay Dues. So,I hung with Boyz in the hood over in Compton. I even ran with Some La Niggas until the Batter Ram ran through my Dear Mama crib and I had to say Fukc tha Police. Moved over to the bay to get something going but all I had was Five on it. I should be Gettin it so I got G’d up and came back to LA on a Sunday, went Dipping. Hit the afterhours, We be clubbin, and a few drinks On tha rocks. The Paparazzi caught me getting a DUI and all I could say is I got it bad yall. Had to get out of Trouble and stop being a Straight up Menace. I’m going to Rep that West even if I’m in New York, New York, Foe life.
Sincerely, The West
