Da Hills

Now ya'll know I be likin' to get my her did at tha Magik Mally mall, but dis otha day when my feets was too crusty to be werin' open toed shoes and my ass was all bloated from the all you can eat rib fest down as Big Red's Juke Joint, i can't see what shoe I be werin' till some beyatch hollas at me "Damn, Girl, you wearin yo Reebok high tops!" Ohh Lawd! Dem weren't MY reebok high tops, ya'll. Dem was Artel's reeboks from round the way. He be at my crib da other nite smokin' a blunt wit me, den we fell sleep on my couch. I woke up to Artel tounge in my titties, then ya'll know I had to push his sorry ass out my house. Fool didn't take his shoes, cuz I had my machete after his sorry ass. Anyways, I guess I be wearin his shoes instead my owns. Lawd hav mercy!!

Tha otha day when I be ridin' down Pine Hills Rd, I be seein' some white lady runnin like po-po afta her ass. Sure enough, po po WAS after the skinny white girl. Seems she be in trouble cuz she show her coochie to mens on the corner of Silver Star & Pine Hills Rd. Lawd, chile! I coulda tol' her skinny white ass you don't show the coochie 'till AFTER you trick pay. Stupid white girl.