I like driving through the projacks in my loud yellow car.

 

Dem hoodrats gon jack yo Phat ass

 

the first thing my gf does is lock the car door when I roll though the hood.

I drive two miles an hour so everybody sees me

 

:wavey:

i hate motherfuckers that do that shit. the sidewalk has a purpose. motherfuckers spread out across an entire fucking street. :squint:

 

I heard that shit the other day and looked to is if someone was pagin me. :chuckles:






Back in the day of pagers, the beep in that song sounded like someone's pager was goin' off.

 

if you ain't never been to the ghetto, don't ever come to the ghetto. cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto. so stay the fuck outta the ghetth:

 

My step-brother was from Grape Street. Back in the 90's, I'd do drops for him. Crazy shit. Had a couple of guns to my head just because.

Me being light skinned and him REALLY black, dressing like a surfer, and speaking all prim and proper like I do, I could have gotten fucked up if I ventured too far without him. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes to myself, and didn't speak unless spoken to.

Hitman's right. Anything could pop-off.

 

werd my *****. us gangstas ain't from da sidewalks. we from da streets.

ya feel?

 

Grape Street Watts
you were right not speak to anybody.
As far as gang hierarchy, unless your're an O.G. you should not speak unless spoken too.

My mother and father were educated people but we still lived in the hood:
(probably cause of my mothers panther ties and her beliefs)dunno:

I could always turn my speech on or off
off (at school or in the house)
on (incarcerated on in the street)
keeping it off whlie your incarcerated is hard.
You can't let people know how smart you are
it will get you beat up are made someones bitch!

spoken like a true gangsta

 

that's how i roll