So Gangsta With Mine...

For me to ask you where you been/maybe I deserve/for you to say I better stop tripping/To grab your neck until you let me know/for you to run crying, crying out the door/to grab my coat and chase you down the street/To say it isn’t you it's my own insecurity/for you to say yes I cheated on you ©Tank-Maybe I Deserve

As I’m crooning *badly* to one of my favorite songs by Tank...umm these lyrics had to make me pause *lol*

After re-downloading Real Player on the computer, I am amazed on the number of albums that are on the computer. There are literally hundreds of albums by anyone you could think of on the computer. If SVU was to run up in the crib and take the computer best believe we’re going to jail. For the porn AND the illegally downloaded albums *lol*

Am I the only one who laugh *uncomfortably* at this verse…a little stalkerish Tank?

And why can I imagine him running out the door with a pea coat, a wife beater and some footies?

Baby girl if you were to scream out “Yes I cheated on you” with a man in some fucking Hello Kitty footies because those were the quickest thing he could toss on in hot pursuit of your ass…God help you. Pray you live in a good neighborhood where the neighbors could call the police while he’s choking you out in someone’s flowerbed.

I mean listening to background vocals….umm…yeah I might need to sit a little further from the stage.

Tank is sexy and all I don’t want him jumping out the closet when I come home like, “Where you been?”

Um…the grocery store?

Lurking in the produce aisle and shit, jumping from behind a stack of cans ready to fight because the stock boy brought me some eggs from the back. Dragging me out the store by my hair, I’m writing “HELP ME” in the window and shit.

Looking over my shoulders, shaking and shit like I’m having withdrawals, like “Damn I knew I shouldn’t have left the club with Tank that night…”

BUT….That’s my song though *lol*

This is what happen when you have friends who draw your attention to lyrics and shit *lol*

I mean so what I used to shake my booty to Tip Drill until my best friend told me what the lyrics stated? As a NON hip-hop head, folks have to break lyrics down to me so I can understand the purpose of the song. Of course, most of them like to argue on the validity of the lyrics and how such and such is such a “master with words”?

Yeah saying “I sell crack” in 10 different ways using “clever” word play…Man what the hell are the Nobel Peace Committee smoking to pass up the greatness that is Cam’Ron and all that he contributes to the world.

*rolls eyes*

How many times can you state, “I have money, hoes, cars, and jewelry”? Or about your “street cred” and how much “weight” you’re pushing in the streets?

Isn’t that called “snitching”? I mean tricking on you AND the crew you roll with to anyone who would listen how you pump drugs in your “old” community *cuz you know niggas was on the first thing running out the so-called “hoods” they lived in*

Damn put my all business on blast! Maybe I was fronting like I was an upstanding member of the community but now since you got a little cheddar and doing shit the legal way you wanna expose my shifty life so you can appear to be as “street” as possible. Now the Feds are all up in my shit while you get away nice and clean with that “I’m an entertainer. I’m just writing for the fans...” bull.

Rappers are haters, I swear *lol*

And if you have to tell people you have “street cred” obviously you don’t have any to speak of. Your name should speak for itself in the streets. That’s like getting all D’s and F’s in school and swearing up and down you’re smart.

No sense.

The thug image is so overplayed that hell I could be a thug. Shit I grew up in the project, I touched “white” before *sugar but that’s not the point*, I pop them thangs on a regular days basis, shit I be killing mad folks on Gears of War.

AND I got a tattoo. Ok it’s one and it’s small but man Joe those little needles be stinging like I got shot. And I did get shot…every 3 months for 3 years.

All I need is a raw ass ghostwriter who may have lived the gritty life *gasp public school*, some gold teeth, some bling and dude I’m at the Grammy’s. Not to mention a great boob job so my titties could hang out my shirt Lil Kim style and one of my hoe-ish friends so I can put her lifestyle on wax. So what I don’t suck good dick…my fans wouldn’t know.

Best New Artist goes to….Rap Nasty for “Fuck Yall Staring At?”

Three times platinum boo…

Followed up by my successful sophomore album….”Crack Dick and Creamy Panties”

And then I too could get a book written about me by some male groupie I banged on one of my tours. I probably won’t remember his name but hey hoes gotta eat too. I probably passed him around to my entourage which will consist of my ghetto ass friends. We’ll omit the fact that they have degrees and had successful careers before the lure of free Gucci glasses and Taco Bell got to them.

Of course I’ll get addicted to the “white” *wine that is* and end up on a “Where are they now?” special but that’s not the point.

I am a thug dammit!

See how easy it is to create a thug? Just stretch the truth and run with it. Most will never know the difference.

Personally I like rap for the storytelling. I’ll listen to a song and say, “Nigga is lying but damn that song was hot! He gets an “A” for effort…I almost believed him.”

Seriously…are they stocking up on false memories to keep an album going or what? Maybe the first album bragging about killing people and selling drugs might work but if the album is successful do you really expect me to believe you’re still selling drugs? Do you really think 50 is selling crack out his Rolls Royce? Do you really think Jeezy’s 5.6 million dollar mansion is a drug house?

Isn’t that the purpose of selling drugs in the first place? To make money? So…if you have the money, probably more than you’ll make being a foot soldier because let’s face it niggas ain’t the suppliers *where the real chop is at* they’re some other dude’s foot soldier who sells the drugs for that person and get a tiny piece of the pie, why are you still selling drugs?

You’ve reached the goal. Smart drug dealers get their cash and bounce out the game…”retire” if you may.

NOT tell everyone who's listening how much drugs they’ve sold in a particular neighborhood in a particular year which led to the deaths of several people in that year that’s currently unsolved.

I mean…Police and Connect the Dots anyone?

And then rappers complain when harassed by the police. I mean riiight…if you rapped on a song that you killed a dude named Lil Man in ’98 on 23rd and Lexington at 6pm while wearing a hoodie and some Timbs with an AK-47 and wow in the case file there was a dude named Lil Man who was killed in ’98 on 23rd and Lexington with an AK-47 by a dude that witnesses said had on a hoodie and some Timbs…naw dude it’s just a coincidence…Police are hating because you’re successful and black.

Riiiight…the Police sucks ass but that seems like an open and shut to me.

Riding around with a gun in the car…Is it really that hard to get a gun registered or are registered gun not hot for the streets?

I personally believe when shit like that happens to rappers it’s a warped publicity stunt. Remind everyone how street you are and how you are so serious with your gangsta that you carries gun in the car you know just in case you gotta bust a cap in someone’s ass.

The bodyguard? Oh he’s around to keep an eye on things just in case those thangs have to be upped.

Hip Hop is hilarious to me; it’s like never ending material for comedy.

When I become Rap Nasty, I’m just going to carry my gun around like a purse and to show my gangsta and how lethal I am with a gun…I’m going to use it to open pop cans.

Just at the bar, oh I want a Pepsi, BAM pop cans opens. And that’s just a pop can so imagine what I do to my foes *lol*

And I’m going to have a mansion AND a crack house on my property. Niggas gotta scale the 10 foot fence, maneuver through the dogs and infared lights to get some of that hot shit.

Jeah. Gangsta with mine.

Let me get in the booth so I too can write some lyrics that one day your friends will have to point out to you so you can laugh as well.

Oh yeah Happy Valentine's Day and all that good stuff *lol*