When Jay came to visit me here in Lost Wages, I went to pick him up in my H3. He was diggin' my ride so I let him drive. We cranked the stereo and were cruisin' the strip mac daddy style. In the dictionary next to the word "pimpin'" is Jays picture. Anyhow, seems we got the attention of a poppin' '67 Impala with a half dozen local gangbangers. First they wuz jes throwin' down gang signs but 'thangs became heated quickly. Jay screeched my Hummer to a halt curbside in front of Caesar's Palace and the Impala followed suit. Jay jumped out and busted a move as the gang bangers surrounded him. He started poppin and lockin to some silent street beat only heard in his head. The gangbangers responded in kind by doin the dougie. Not to be outdone Jay whooped out his jerk with incredible pin drops and rejects. Too cool and much too awesome for the tattoed punks. They knew they had been owned and one of them ran for the Impala and grabbed a Mac-10. Jay and I dove into the H3 and roared off with jay driving. We could hear the bullets whizzing by as a gangbanger hangin out teh window sprayed and prayed while pursuing us. Next 'thang we know and the local mod squad was crashing the party with lightsa' flashin' Must been almost a dozen cops along with the vatos in the Chebby after us. Up ahead at a light traffic was in a jam and ground to a halt but Jay bein' soooo JAY floored it and put the paietus to the Hummer and next I know we were flipped on 2 wheels and on the sidewalk goin' 70. After clearin' everybody off and out teh way Jay sat it back on all fours, flipped a bitch and tore off west on Flaming-O towards the 15. Cops and bangers almost had us but we busted out! We went straight to Lee's Discount Liquor to load up.
True story.
