... I'm baaackkkkk!
Chunti
Ey, you fools know where I can get a Dodgers cap? Gotta represent, yo.
So you wanna go out, or what?
Let me buy you a cheeseburger.
You fools watch Lucha Libre? I'm taping it.
You need an ID? My homeboy can hook you up.
She's like mad trippin, don't even trip yo, I ain't lookin to get busted.
So you wanna go out, or what?
Let me buy you a cheeseburger.
You fools watch Lucha Libre? I'm taping it.
You need an ID? My homeboy can hook you up.
She's like mad trippin, don't even trip yo, I ain't lookin to get busted.
im not going to lose any piece of myself just to pander to some Woman just so i can have sex with her like it'll be some prize. i say fuck that. like she's some prize. ive never met a woman who's a prize. they believe they are. but they are wrong. im a prize. a big, big prize. big, like big.
I'm going to make it after all!
I'm going to make it after all!
so i told my doctor i felt a terrible strain on my back when I urinate...
- Knock Knock
- ( ... )
- Chickenbutt! Oh, wait...Guess What?
- ( ... )
- No, you suck!
- ( ... )
- Shut up... See, white people have names like Lenny, whereas black people -
- ( ... )
- You shut your mouth. Where I'm from you wouldn't last a day - ...Hey, let go of me! My two minutes aren't up, damn you. ...you guys are all hacks! You'll never forget the name...
- ( ... )
- Chickenbutt! Oh, wait...Guess What?
- ( ... )
- No, you suck!
- ( ... )
- Shut up... See, white people have names like Lenny, whereas black people -
- ( ... )
- You shut your mouth. Where I'm from you wouldn't last a day - ...Hey, let go of me! My two minutes aren't up, damn you. ...you guys are all hacks! You'll never forget the name...
Things aren't going too well. Blew out my knee again. Coach wants to put in the young rookie. Hope somebody clubs him at Club Verb. I'm up to my ass in alimony--her mother's still alive--and my next door neighbor's after me cause he thinks I banged his daughter. I mean, sooo what, if anything, I'm the victim.
Brotha Flava
We be sharp like them porcupines in the 610
Y'all bland like vanilla; I put the spices on 'em.
Y'all white like them bones, them bones. Gonna walk all over you.
You some sad stories, teardrop bitches. When I bet you be ghost.
You raskal-bound, like Q-Tip when he in the mire.
You sippin with your spiteful liver. Gonna get in the underground.
I'll put the cheese on you; make you my bird, feel me.
Them chickenheads around the block, I wears em out!
Man, you got clothes on!
Give me a beat, yo i be spittin truth:
The sky is big,
But not as big
baby as yo butt
its so big its so round
i wanna see you drop it down
like its hot
like its the bomb
when it hits the ground
the world goes:
round and round
uh!, feel me
( yo turn my mic up)
round and round
uh! feel me
Y'all bland like vanilla; I put the spices on 'em.
Y'all white like them bones, them bones. Gonna walk all over you.
You some sad stories, teardrop bitches. When I bet you be ghost.
You raskal-bound, like Q-Tip when he in the mire.
You sippin with your spiteful liver. Gonna get in the underground.
I'll put the cheese on you; make you my bird, feel me.
Them chickenheads around the block, I wears em out!
Man, you got clothes on!
Give me a beat, yo i be spittin truth:
The sky is big,
But not as big
baby as yo butt
its so big its so round
i wanna see you drop it down
like its hot
like its the bomb
when it hits the ground
the world goes:
round and round
uh!, feel me
( yo turn my mic up)
round and round
uh! feel me
song i heard in grade school
Baeball cards,
my baseball cards,
tell me every stat on a superstar
Collect em
trade em
stack em high
just keep on adding to my own supply
of baseball cards
my baseball cards...
Daryl Strawberry
with the Dodgers
"got em"
"got em"
"need em"
"got em"
my baseball cards,
tell me every stat on a superstar
Collect em
trade em
stack em high
just keep on adding to my own supply
of baseball cards
my baseball cards...
Daryl Strawberry
with the Dodgers
"got em"
"got em"
"need em"
"got em"
iiiiii- sa topes!
I don't know if you heard, but in Europe Madrid just held Barca to a draw at Camp Nou, but that is only the beginning. On the condition that there must be a winner for the game to be shown in the States - La Liga also requested on their part, that American broadcasters must not act like they hate their job, must provide insightful commentary instead of reading useless facts, and must refrain from references to baseball - after the 90 minutes, ESPN held a "Primetime Sudden Death Soccer sponsored by Doritios Pow! Crunch into BBQ Ribs Flavor."
So there we are, Barca's piling on the pressure, the Real back line can hardly contain Messi outside of the box, he still manages to lay off the perfect pass slicing the defence, but the rest of Barca is on the ground inside the box - Buesquets just died... Oh wait - Marcelo, the diminuitive Brazilian intercepts the ball and half-back passes it to center, center holds it, holds it! then some other stuff happens and Ronaldo zooms past Mascherano and Adriano - Pique's distracted because he sees Shakira eating a chorizo with Eatkhash in the stands - reaches the ball and into the box and between Valdes' legs for the hat trick? No! the brilliant pass to an open Kaka, the lovable legend who's gradually become an afterthought on the Madrid bench...
And redemption!!!! And God loves Kaka.
So there we are, Barca's piling on the pressure, the Real back line can hardly contain Messi outside of the box, he still manages to lay off the perfect pass slicing the defence, but the rest of Barca is on the ground inside the box - Buesquets just died... Oh wait - Marcelo, the diminuitive Brazilian intercepts the ball and half-back passes it to center, center holds it, holds it! then some other stuff happens and Ronaldo zooms past Mascherano and Adriano - Pique's distracted because he sees Shakira eating a chorizo with Eatkhash in the stands - reaches the ball and into the box and between Valdes' legs for the hat trick? No! the brilliant pass to an open Kaka, the lovable legend who's gradually become an afterthought on the Madrid bench...
And redemption!!!! And God loves Kaka.
in this episode of "The Nuts"
speaking of cards! So this one guy sits down next to me. He was a natural cooler - I hated that guy! My stack started dwindling and he was winning the hands that I should've won - although I can't recall if I would've played it the same way, he was just a calling machine with a couple bluffs that I wasn't in any position to out-bluff.
He relates an occasion of a funeral he recently attended, a friend who died at 40 from drinking. He fucked his liver irrefutably, I guess is the translation. I asked how many years and he goes on about there's ways of drinking and just drinking. Just tell me how many fuckin years he was drinking! I'm fuming inside, and I always have to piss when I'm nervous. But while I'm taking care of that, I tell myself, "Champions climb back up." A few hands later, luck keeps me in the game ( runner runner miracle), and then bam! I get pocket rockets. Short handed, I try not to chase them away, slightly raising. The wwek before my nerves were bad and I raised 16 times the pot. This game, I had been caught bluffing a few times and I hoped that was fresh on their minds. So I get two callers, one being my cooler. I hit my trips and hope no one noticed the twitch in my neck that felt like it shook my entire head. Both check to me, and I dont see any flush or straight danger on the flop so most likely I'll have the nuts all the way through, barring some runner runner catastrophe. They say only a donkey bets the nuts, but I thought if I checked, they would think I'm being sneaky so I took a risk and acted a donkey, a slight donkey. I think the first to act called my bet and the cooler went all in. I didn't have enough to just flat call him - or else it would be too obvious I was trying to invite the first guy in as well - so I went all -in, too, and we were heads up.
He proudly flipped over his two pair with the A8 and I flipped over my hand and the table went wild. He caught a full house on the river, but I already had the only hand that could beat him, and I said "Send it." and knocked his ass out.
How sweet it is! That night I came out on top. They'll be gunning for me next week. But it was a real boost to my confidence. I tried to make some adjustments to my style. I was at a low point.
He relates an occasion of a funeral he recently attended, a friend who died at 40 from drinking. He fucked his liver irrefutably, I guess is the translation. I asked how many years and he goes on about there's ways of drinking and just drinking. Just tell me how many fuckin years he was drinking! I'm fuming inside, and I always have to piss when I'm nervous. But while I'm taking care of that, I tell myself, "Champions climb back up." A few hands later, luck keeps me in the game ( runner runner miracle), and then bam! I get pocket rockets. Short handed, I try not to chase them away, slightly raising. The wwek before my nerves were bad and I raised 16 times the pot. This game, I had been caught bluffing a few times and I hoped that was fresh on their minds. So I get two callers, one being my cooler. I hit my trips and hope no one noticed the twitch in my neck that felt like it shook my entire head. Both check to me, and I dont see any flush or straight danger on the flop so most likely I'll have the nuts all the way through, barring some runner runner catastrophe. They say only a donkey bets the nuts, but I thought if I checked, they would think I'm being sneaky so I took a risk and acted a donkey, a slight donkey. I think the first to act called my bet and the cooler went all in. I didn't have enough to just flat call him - or else it would be too obvious I was trying to invite the first guy in as well - so I went all -in, too, and we were heads up.
He proudly flipped over his two pair with the A8 and I flipped over my hand and the table went wild. He caught a full house on the river, but I already had the only hand that could beat him, and I said "Send it." and knocked his ass out.
How sweet it is! That night I came out on top. They'll be gunning for me next week. But it was a real boost to my confidence. I tried to make some adjustments to my style. I was at a low point.
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