So Thursday night was pretty epic for me and the homies.. I never got to properly talk about it cuz I've been recovering since then... I am about to tell u a tale of mischief, tom-foolery, extreme zootedness, burnt missions, successful missions, Bluntsoon's!, and most importantly...strippers.. hahaha..
Well I'll start this story from the beginning of a new life for some of the homies(shout to Tone, n Blaine).. at the Alpha Phi Probate.. Imma be honest I have never been one to really fuck with the whole Fraternity life and shit but I respect it for what they stand for.. That being said I didn't want to stay for that whole fucking situation.. Seeing thesee niggas hop out them Ambulances n shit was really inspiring enough but naww they got a solid two hour show for this.. As always i POSTED, zooted while the homies schemed the skeez, and peeped the show.. After an hour and half of posting I was reaching that breaking point, when a chica came up to me, try to spit some game.. LMAO.. nahh she was kool tho.. Gave her the digits for future linkage.. fa sho... Having received an increase in my ever growing ego, I was pretty chill with another 30 minutes of posting but then we had to rolll..
From there we hit a session back at the home Shrimp NIgga aka young Bomb Marley aka BK aka Bug Nigga.. After the incredible session we had last Sunday at the picnic, I couldn't help but accept the offer to hit this three-day weekend celebration session.. So I roll through with the whole crew.. We roll deep, so we had a solid three whips of villagers.. Once enterign BK's house I couldn't help but feel awkward due to the amount of nigga's in there I didn't fuck wit it, yet they were looking at me like they were the homies or some shit(I had the zone of some LA on deck.. sus niggas will dickeat).. Before I go into this next part.. I want it to be known, I know the rules of Chiefers.. BUT i had no choice but to put to disrespect these niggas after I felt I was disrespected.. aite..
We walk into BK's room for the sesssion, I had a white owl with a solid 1/8 rolled up! An eigth my friends.. I'm one man.. So you know that's a HUGE amount to put in any session.. Well BK's aacquaintances put up these measly, skinny ass, half reggie- half beaster, no ZOOTEDNESS fucking J's in my presence.. Now there were a solid 10 heads in the session... maybe 5 of their sticks in rotati(rO-tA-shh) and 2, of my niggas actual bleeze's of GOOD!.. needlesss to say I wasnt even a little blasted.. So I got the fuck up n walked the fuck out half way through cuz I knew this shit wasnt gunna be sufficient.. That made me realize it was time to make moves and I gathered the homies to mob out, so we could properly chief back at my hut, until out of nowhere one of those Nigga's I didn't fuck wit it.. came up and stepped to me botu my blleeezzee.. At this point I'm in shock, the whole crew is in shock.. This Karl Kani, size 8 baby blue fitted ass nigga tried to come at me and tell me that I NEEDED to put up my BEAST into this boy ass session.. After that moment of shock, I quickly shut that shit the fuck down.. Outside of my obvious FUCK OUTTA HERE! I told this nigga, how measly him and his niggas Marley's were, and hoq they disrespcted me n the tribe with that shit.. and even more so by even coming at me with this shit, bold as fuck!.. (let it be known BK hold's it down, one of my closest homies in ATL, he know's I keep it 100 so thats that.)
Well after the situation was extinguished, and it was immediate.. We had to decide what our next move was.. 1. go to motions with the chica who jus picked me up 2. go back to the house replenish our stomaches n partake in a Blountsoon of greatness or 3. take a trip down freshman lane and go hit Thirsty Thirsday at club 868 in the middle of the trap.. lol.. Obviously we went with the latter of the three..
This might have been the most Atlanta moment of my life.. like Atlanta in the sense of, what you would expect a city primarily inhabited wit Gucci Mane followers.. we enter 868, and a stripper is working the front door, nice touch.. classy to say the least.. We then go on entering the club, which is at best at 20% capacity.. of that low level of human population there was a solid 7 women, of these 7 women 4 were paid to be there... as entertainment.. LMAO.. and let me tell you we rolled deep here, didnt pay, and we were now watching some of the most insane pole-tricks and nigga shit, that one could handle... We continue blowing down in the club, and after about an hour or so.. those niggas who were jus gettin it in all night in the middle of the dance floor, stopped all they were doing because they too were performing tonite.. YOUNG LOC ENTERTAINMENT!! now these guys really put that cherry on the this is an ATLANTA ASS MOMENT, Sundae.. besides being wild as shit, these nigga's were really spitting.. there was a spot where the beat dropped and the main rapper just rippped it.. Like ate the track.. and please dont think the strippers stopped working at anytime during this performance. they kept it professional.. well after all this entertainment I felt it was time to make that move back to the crib..
Now the breezy's from earlier at the Probate said they were tryna chill after, so ya kno we were also waiting on the reply from them.. But of course the plot must thicken.. First Blade's phone.. dead.. then Lean's phone dead.. last but certainly not least.. my phone dead!!! OOO yea.. before I forget.. there was one "dancer" who possesssed an outrageous donk, one of the homies pulled her.. thought I'd throw that in there.LMAO
We are edging on 3 am and I havent put anny work in on some food yet.. So Blade aka Vontae aka 64 aka THE Dino aka the Air-Smash.. made moves over to Steak n Shake.. The service was Waffle House-esque... soo fuckign terrible.. this Na-na looking old lady was not getting our order right for shit.. i got everything I didnt order.. but fuck it.. we were hungrey and the BEAST was still waiting for us..
Finallllyy.. making the mvoe back to the crib.. after this long ass night.. we post in our domain.. the layer.. the couch.. the tv.. the strawberry sundae and steak sliders.. all the makings of a great finale.. Right as it looked like Blade-Boy and me were gunna havta chief the BEAST ourselves.. the homie Lean(Chris, Yung Houston, Tre-Ward, Rat Nigga, Mighty Mouse) walks in.. with his bag of Wendy's and a smile, bcuz he knows he has just walked in to the session that one would only see in a movie... As we sat there for the next HOUR, chiefing, talking, watching Dead Presidents and listening to Vampire Weekend, the realization of how epic a night we jus shared together was starting to sink in and we all took the L and passed out.. Another night accomplished..
The Beast: body original idea by Craig.. I just made it better.
Side notes: chicks never came through, I woke up more baked then wen I went to sleep.. We live to fight another day.
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