HIP E.:
rapping to himself while drinking a Red Bull upon returning to the car after a pit stop
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
West Side when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy wanna see me; weak hearts I rip.
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia some mark-ass bitches.
We keep ‘em comin’ while we gunnin’ for your jewels
Steady running keep on bustin’ —
Hip E. spills Red Bull all over my car.
4 responses so far ↓
Hip E. // May 1, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Pretty sure Deepa made a move to the radio controls at that point, or at least a feint, and I reacted instinctually to protect the dials and knobs from female fiddling. It’s an ancient reflex developed when cavemen didn’t want cavewomen to turn on actual music in the middle of their acapela renditions of classic Two Rock Shakur battle cuts.
Deepa // May 1, 2008 at 4:01 pm
Also, HipE had to sit naked on his pillow case the rest of the ride home (approximately 6 hours).
Shark // May 1, 2008 at 9:05 pm
Deepa, you’re not going to challenge Hip E.’s shameless attempt to shift the blame?!
Deepa // May 2, 2008 at 8:00 am
Its so transparent, must I even respond?
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