Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice.
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind. Still unsuccessful in the hooker search. Had a few leads, but nothing good. Apparently, when I went to city hall and asked for the "underground passage leading to the hooker academy", the guard patiently looked me up and down, pulled out his tazer and gave me a good jolt of electricity as his friend dragged me out.
Anyway, the reason I'm here today is because last night I had a dream. A dream where a white boy who isn't that into rap and an icon of rap could meet up, me driving down the street, him walking up the street. And, at a stop sign my life changed forever.
ME: Holy shit! Hey, Snoop Dogg! What's up man.
D-O-double jizzle: say cous, what's up? Let's throwdown some freestlye shit.
ME: Okay.
And there I was chillin' with snoop dogg.
yr. friend,
Guss
Anyway, the reason I'm here today is because last night I had a dream. A dream where a white boy who isn't that into rap and an icon of rap could meet up, me driving down the street, him walking up the street. And, at a stop sign my life changed forever.
ME: Holy shit! Hey, Snoop Dogg! What's up man.
D-O-double jizzle: say cous, what's up? Let's throwdown some freestlye shit.
ME: Okay.
And there I was chillin' with snoop dogg.
yr. friend,
Guss