POP!!! POP!!! THERE GOES THE SOUND OF MY GLOCK!!!!

POP!!! POP!!! THERE GOES THE SOUND OF MY 9MM SHOTS....
AS WE PERFORMED ON OUR FINAL/ KINDA FINAL... BUT NOT REALLY.
AS USUAL I WAS KEEPIN IT HOOD WITH MY GANGSTA RAP AND MY FLAGRANT DISREGARD FOR SAFETY. IT WAS A SMOGGY FRIDAY NIGHT AND I PACKED UP MY GANGSTA ESSENTIALS ASIAN STYLE THAT IS. ( POCKET PROTECTOR, SCIENTIFIC CALCULATOR, CHAPSTICK, EVEN GANGSTAS GET CHAPPED LIPS, YOU KNOW REAL NI**A SHIT...) I GOT INTO MY LEXUS GS 300 AND PROCEEDED TO TAKE A RIDE TO SCHOOL ( ONE HAND ON STEERING WHEEL, GOT THAT GANGSTA LEAN GOING ON, SHIT.......)
SO A PLAYA WAS 39 MINS AND 24 SECONDS LATE FOR REHERSALS ( THATS HOW I ROLL SON!!!!) AND I WAS LIKE, " A YO!!!!! WHERE THE SHORTIES AT??!!!!!! ILL HOOK IT UP WITH SOME BACKSTAGE JUPAC PASSES!!!" AND AS USUAL THE HOOD RATS CAME FLOCKING.... BUT THATS THE LIFE OF A CERTIFIED G.
OH YEA BACK TO THE PERFORMANCE...... THE GROUPS WERE PUTTING IT DOWN BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, THE SPOKEN WORDS WERE OK, BLAH BLAH BLAH.
SHIIIIEEEEET. JUPAC WOULD HAVE SMASHED THAT BY THE WAY
IRENE WAS ILL WITH IT SOOO THAT SHIT WAS REAL HOOOOD.
SO I GOT ALOT OUT OF IT
JEFFREY AKA LEVEL 30 MAD HOODRAT SLAYER JUPAC SHAKUR
SIGNING OUT PEACEEE!!!