As I jumped in my Foe and hit the juice in my ride, I noticed that my front & back, and side-to-side wasn't on the up&up. I went to go rap at Joey, my car guy. He's also suspected to be an FBI informant, ya heard?
As I pulled up, I saw Darnell (my top dawg) talking to Joey (my car guy). I was like, "Ain't this about a mutha nuckle!? I got out of the ride, and made sure I was strapped. With my hand on my .50, and throwin' my crazy eyes, I was like, "Yo, Top Dawg. Watchu be here fo?" He was scured. So, I just started blastin.
Joey, and Darnell stopped movine, and when the smoke cleared, I went to investigate what they was lookin' at when I pulled up to the spot. Wouldn't you know it, Darnell brought a Birfday card to Joey, so that he could sign it before they gave it to me at my surprise birfday party, tonight.
Ain't life crazy? I had forgotten all about my birfday. I was like, "Hey, Darnell. Sorry for trippin, hommie." He sputtered out, "It's all goooood." Darnell such a good friend. He left me his 1984, Michael Jordan signed, Limited Edition, Hightop Air Jordans in his Last Will and Testimony.
Moral of da story is: Don't blast too fast, if your birfday is on the last-- day of da month.
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