"Thats a Mad Bitch right there"
Tha BossMack TopSoil tha Otha Night at Majic Johnson's Starbucks
What Tha Fuck it Do Readership! Tha BossMack TopSoil stays releasing Good Game, But if you caint put it to use, it don't mean a Dam Thang, Nigga! Oh Boy, Your MackMan Hero is Relucent this Friday Morning. Im feeling fucken Great, My Energy is Good, My Bitches Love Me, They Checkin' in with they Mack as I write this. Do all of your Bitches check in with you every morning to make sure you had a Good Night Sleep? Hell to tha Naw Nigga, You's a fucken Weenie, your Bitch waits for you to call and talks shit to you. Bitches be active around this time of year, You know them Holidays is a Muthafukka, You don't wanna be a Lonely Bitch do ya?
I was at tha Majic Johnson's Starbucks in Ladera tha otha night smoking Cohiba Cuban Cigars with my Nigga C Motion, He a OG Crip Nigga from Six-O, He's a Cool Nigga, Very Good Business Man, and a very retired Gangbang Nigga. We was chopping it up, enjoying that good Floss Angeles environment, When I saw a familiar Bitch, Her name was Sahara, just like tha desert. It had been about five or six years since I seen this Bitch, I saw her way before she saw me, and when she saw me she wasn't happy. I said "Motion, you see that Bitch right there, thats a Mad Bitch over there" Motion looked and squinted and said "So what, Fuck that Bitch, she is like Okay, Nigga why she mad tho" I said "Tha last time I spoke to that Bitch I was supposed to be on my way to pick her up for a Mary J Blige concert" Motion smiled and said "You stood a bitch up like that Nigga, Wow" I said "Well it was really like an acident but fuck it". Tha story with this bitch went like this. I met Sahara at tha World Famous Century Club back in like 1998, she was a Dime at 21 years old, Much more petite than she is now, with naturally curly hair, she was a Graduate Student at Cal State Los Angeles. At this time I was having Money but I was pushing early 90's 300ZX, But I was shopping for that Lexus tho, But as you know shopping for one and having one is two different things. I met tha Bitch and she was feeling me, We exchanged contact info and within three days we were planning our first date. I went to pick her up for our date in that 300 ZX and I felt tha bitch deflate, Tha Date seemed to go well, However when I tried to contact her after that, all calls went straight to her answering service. After I left about two messages, I accepted tha fact that tha Bitch had shook me, Tha bitch never called me back. Fast foreward 9 Months, I was at Tha Majic Johnson's Starbucks, tha very same place where I was telling C Motion this story, and lo and behold, there was tha beautiful Sahara. Tha Mack God was Smiling on Tha BossMack TopSoil that day, My LS400 on Gleaming 20's was outside fresh from tha Detail Shop, My entire outfit was krispy new, My Diamonds were blazing, I smiled inwardly. Fucken Bitch! I thought to myself, then I appoached her and reintroduced myself. At first she didn't know who I was, then she remembered me. Tha Conversation flowed, I told her I had to leave for a previous engagement, I never asked for her number, before I could leave she offered it to me. I had her walk me to my car, then tha bitch hugged me goodbye. I gave her a call about four days later, we started doing lunch dates, Sahara was open, I took my time with tha Bitch. Sahara for some reason didn't have tha same look she had before, she had started gaining that irreversable weight, all in her face and hands. I had tickects for a Mary J. Blige concert, I was supposed to pick her up, instead my Sapphic bitch Ebony came through wit purple, we go fucked up, and I took her to tha concert instead. I don't really know why I did that like that, maybe it was because Ebony reminded me who I was, Maybe it was just that perfect timming? I had a huge stable around that time, I didn't miss tha bitch, I just neva spoke to tha Bitch again. Fast foreward to me and C Motion watching this Bitch, Motion burst out laughing. She looked at me for a moment, her faced filled with recognition and then disappointment, as she turned and walked away, real spit.