Gangstaz....

It was another regular night and I was riding dirty with my bad ass friends in a freaking Cadillac (yeah we gangstaz now). Jet black tinted windows rolled down and smoke rolled out like some FBI/SWAT team threw in tear gas cans. The only difference was that this shit gets you high. We popped our heads out and stuck out tongues out like dogs do (yeah we gangster dogs bitch). Our nasty hip-hop music overflowed out of the million watt speakers and flooded the streets. Every one started staring at us. The hot chicks, the old people with their hands covering their ears, the cops at the doughnut shop, the pimps and their bitches, and other punk ass rookie gangstaz who don’t even know the definition of riding low and dirt ( yeah the hood is a filthy bitch). We were really turning some heads and we looked back at hem with our blood shot eyes.

We opened the door and stepped out, tossing the half lit buds on the sides. We had so many chains and bling on us that the whole street was lit up like it was the fucking 4th of July or Diwali or Chinese New Year (which ever you enjoy the most).

I walked to the other end of the road escorted by my three gangster homies while one sat in the car like we were going to rob a bank… no no… I mean the local liquor store (gangstaz don’t rob banks… we rob the liquor store, bitch).

We looked so gangster in our baggy jeans and XXXXXXL tee-shirts with Jordan boots and hand guns and Uzi and a piece of paper (not the one you roll the magical shit in. It was a regular paper torn out of a notebook with text on it). We looked so fucking dangerous that the cops grabbed their radio walkie-talkie things just in case they needed to call for back up and ducked behind the tables of the doughnut shop and reached for their guns. The pimps and bitches ran away and the old people covering their ears were too old to run or even walk so they sat still and pooped in their pants and some died.

We walked into a 24/7 store. There was a geek kid standing there with a name tag which said “crock” (this geek had a nice name).
He was shaking and was about to crap his pants. ( I told you we waz gangster ( no there is no mistake in the previous line. We gangstaz talk like that).

I walked up to him and smiled, revealing my golden, diamond studded teeth. He didn’t smile and started sweating like he was pissing out of his skin. I kept the piece of paper in front of him and he raised his arms and said, “please don’t shoot me.”

I gave him a nasty frown and started reading the stuff written on the paper
“Six eggs,
Ham,
Blueberry jam,
Ketchup,
Toilet paper.”

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No matter how much gangsta you get. Your mom will be more gangsta than could ever be. And will send you to the 24/7 store to get the house stuff...
What a bummer...

First post from the Diabo-Liks...
Just in case you are wondering...
We are not bad… we are evil...

and new image for me...

AJ…
Diabo-Liks