Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Ya’ll need to get up – y’all need to get up – give the scooters back to the youngins.


What’s up kid  - dap dap dap


Who you?


                        T.O. - let me get those glasses (fronts flash)


They prescription an do you no good


                        Your eyes blue – that’s tight


            Aw shit son – that is tight


                                    Look at hers – she your daughter?


Yup – tru - I ain’t ever seen you round here


                                    Three streets up pass the park


Look monkey (postures fade) – aw sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it – but he ain’t really taking that man to jail (just a trick as if a district 5 rider with a mope is gonna drive past no matter what).


Heaven – heaven – turn that around and don’t go past the hydrant again


I know, they’ve been all over today – you seen all the cars right?  Beige coupe, red Taurus, y’all smarter than that.


What about you little man?


            He say he in eighth grade.


Really (he lean back on the vacant) you built small, seem to carry big though. Eighth grade really?




Tell me something smart then.


Elijah, get out of the street.


Run it smart.  What?


Ok, um – I know that if you lift weights a lot and get strong your dick shrink.  You only have so much skin and if you get strong that extra skin has to come from somewhere.


Bump bump bump bump


Look it’s that Lexus again (profile low, grill gold plate, all leaned back) stuntin.


                                                                                    Daddy, red light green light again.


Green light go…


Red light stop…


Green light…


Red light…


Green light…



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