Look, I'm an almost middle-aged white chick from the Midwest - please believe that I am NOT the authority on living the thug life. I mean, I don't get how letting your ass hang out of your community-sized pants is considered thuggish, while assless leather chaps are considered gay. To my knowledge, I have never had a "beef" with anyone unless I was sharing a Hardee's Thickburger with them. And what's with the East Coast-West Coast rap war thingie... Listen, you both have beaches and I'm stuck in the middle with a muddy lake. Go sit in your respective corners of the country and shut the fuck up.
I do, however, love me some old-school rap.
I have worn a dew rag while committing a drive-by with a
SuperSoaker 2000 in a 1920's era Chevy Cavalier.
SuperSoaker 2000 in a 1920's era Chevy Cavalier.
And I did rock a sweet metal grill pretty much all through high school.
Face it - Regardless of what hood you grew up in,
jus' about ERR-body wants ta be THUGGED OUT.
This week's case in point:
jus' about ERR-body wants ta be THUGGED OUT.
This week's case in point:
Gollum, from Lord of the Rings.
He be rockin' dat ice, my precious bitches.
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