Im politickin with this chicken wonderin if Ima creeper. / Little hoodrat from 25th named Tameka. / Coming through, like I do. / You know -- gettin my bark on. / Knew she was a thug, because when I met her she had a scarf on... *** As much as I hate to admit it, I think Im getting old. Never mind that I STILL dont know how one quote, gets [their] bark on, but you know what its like to compliment these white girls on their scarf game at the coffeehouse, only to be blown off with eyerolls when you shoot em the head nod and say, Respect, thug -- I see you? Im still at a lost as to how having a scarf somehow became the barometer for testing ones gangster. But as far as these chicks walking past like theyre marking me out, I only have two theories: 1) Theyre somehow bigger thugs than I am. (Impossible.) Or 2) Their Ugg boots and chai lattes actually negate their street cred and revert them back into basic territory.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 06:28:26 +0000
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