jameth

Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day, and I won't front with ya. Why? 'Cause it's the first of the month. And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin', come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin' all night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo. Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'ded. Fiend for the green leaves. Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. If you can't get away, better toss that ye-yo, keep your bankroll. Yeah, we havin' a celebration. Love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind, I'm down for mine, crime after crime. Fin to creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill. If we got the food(ooh), you know it's the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real.

Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed. She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps. Watch and make sure no one snatches my check." Nigga, that's the mailman. Sort through the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. But ain't no bucket, ride that RiTA, hop on the ten to the Clair, ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub. Man, I gotta get there. Playa-playa, holla, holla, St. Clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or offin' the Glock-glock for some dollars, so get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. Hittin' that reefer, hydro. Been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. Toss all that ye-yo,with a bone and say ho. Runnin' through the alley,(and into the malley) , hop on the second to sundown. Nose run from January on down to December, I'm lovin' the first of the month.

It's the first of the month. Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that I claim, and I slang on the double nine. Now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. Can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner, nigga, you's a goner. St. Clair niggas don't like that. And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. From the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed, but I gotta save, gotta come up. Put my rocks in the cut. When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me. See, the whole block, spend a couple bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first].

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin', I'm yawnin', lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then I can kick it with my trues. But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on. Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone, "Wanna know, did you're O.G. check come?"
[Krayzie: "She put me down."]
"I'm a hop on the bus with Biz."
[Krayzie: "You know, let's get drunk."]
And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, T, just put me down. Oh, God, how I love when the first come around, now, me feelin that black and mild. Head across town, 'cause nigga the first get celebrated. Rushin' to the block, 'cause I wanna get faded. Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm need me hair braided. We heavily off into this game. True to the first, just call me that cus slang: braided. We heavily off into this game. True to the first, just call me that cus slang: them nickels and dimes the twenties,the fifties the first be the day for the dopeman slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight and all the things we love 'cause I got them rocks for them pipes. Come, come up with them ends. I gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. You're live with the Bone thugs, Poetic Hustla'z, and the Graveyard Shift on the first

report in

Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day, and I won't front with ya. Why? 'Cause it's the first of the month. And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin', come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin' all night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo. Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'ded. Fiend for the green leaves. Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. If you can't get away, better toss that ye-yo, keep your bankroll. Yeah, we havin' a celebration. Love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind, I'm down for mine, crime after crime. Fin to creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill. If we got the food(ooh), you know it's the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real.

Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed. She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps. Watch and make sure no one snatches my check." Nigga, that's the mailman. Sort through the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. But ain't no bucket, ride that RiTA, hop on the ten to the Clair, ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub. Man, I gotta get there. Playa-playa, holla, holla, St. Clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or offin' the Glock-glock for some dollars, so get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. Hittin' that reefer, hydro. Been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. Toss all that ye-yo,with a bone and say ho. Runnin' through the alley,(and into the malley) , hop on the second to sundown. Nose run from January on down to December, I'm lovin' the first of the month.

It's the first of the month. Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that I claim, and I slang on the double nine. Now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. Can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner, nigga, you's a goner. St. Clair niggas don't like that. And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. From the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed, but I gotta save, gotta come up. Put my rocks in the cut. When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me. See, the whole block, spend a couple bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first].

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin', I'm yawnin', lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then I can kick it with my trues. But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on. Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone, "Wanna know, did you're O.G. check come?"
[Krayzie: "She put me down."]
"I'm a hop on the bus with Biz."
[Krayzie: "You know, let's get drunk."]
And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, T, just put me down. Oh, God, how I love when the first come around, now, me feelin that black and mild. Head across town, 'cause nigga the first get celebrated. Rushin' to the block, 'cause I wanna get faded. Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm need me hair braided. We heavily off into this game. True to the first, just call me that cus slang: braided. We heavily off into this game. True to the first, just call me that cus slang: them nickels and dimes the twenties,the fifties the first be the day for the dopeman slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight and all the things we love 'cause I got them rocks for them pipes. Come, come up with them ends. I gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. You're live with the Bone thugs, Poetic Hustla'z, and the Graveyard Shift on the first

I should probably post something longer. Any ideas?

And open-toe shoes on crowded Metro. Smart!

Tossed salad and scrambled eggs

I have a lot of dog friends in my life!

The wildfire haze is too much. I was outside most of today and my lungs aren't liking it.

Dinner now. It's pesto and chicken. I cook a lot. After dinner walk to see the sunset from Marshall Park, then I am going to watch Big Brother, and then go to bed at a reasonable hour.

Tomorrow will be a fun day at work and I am super excited! Lots of new stuff.

Back to San Frizzle in a few weeks. Apartment shopping there is insane.

Leave a message and I will add you. Posts are mostly friends only!

I started my LiveJournal in June 2001. Here's my first post: http://jameth.livejournal.com/319.html

STATISTICS

30,669 journal entries
90,130 comments posted
432,444 comments received
1,064 tags

I'm thinking about starting this thing up again! Does anyone still read this?

hmm, just checking out this livejournal thing.. seems kinda cool. penguinx has one and his looked nifty.

party last night.. whew, was interesting. click <a href="http://volunteerpark.com/pictures/02june2001/index.html">here</a> to check out the pix!

how on earth did i get sucked into the queer as folk soap opera? all weekend i've been looking forward to watching more of the tapes that my friend has. how sick.