DOGGY STYLE
Way long ago , about 1986, pick up sticks, there was a huge gang war that took place on this farm. It may just look like an ordinary farm, but it isn’t, a secret trap door located deep in the cornfields leads underground to an extense, elaborate network of laboratories. These labs are where the Krips invented crack, that precious rock. Chea. The Krips crack business then took off. Profits skyrocketed, the Krip members outsold every gang in Compton, even their rival gang, the Bloodz. The Krip members had more dubbs, bling bling, and Cadillacs than ever before. This was the life of G’. The Bloodz were certainly not happy about this. Tension was in the air. The Bloodz were jealous because they still had to sell snowflakes, while the Krips were moving weight in rocks. War at this point was inevitable. All that was needed was one little spark to set it off.
There was one Krip in particular who was a straight up hustler. This kid was so dope he could sell water to a well. They called him he dogg, Snoop Dogg. Skeet, skeet, skeet. This cat was crazy rich, he sipped gin and juice while being laid back, he had his mind on his money and his money on his mind. He was one day chillin at his auntie house, ( because every gangster worth two cents knows that that is the best place to hide the yams.) And he had a couple…shorties. (that’s a gangsta boo in case you didn’t know). Well one dem shorties wasn’t but a shorty at all. She had a man and everything. Well shoot, Snoop wasn’t going to be played the fool so he did what any OG’ does and smacked a trick. Well it just so happens that the shorty’s man was a Blood. This was a problem… Lil’ scrappy, O kay, kay, kay. You don’t want no problems (problems). So when the Bloodz found out that Snoop smacked a trick they planned to roll up on Snoop. Smacking another man’s trick is a gangster violation 101, Snoop knew this so he got his tech, tech, tech nine and his forty oz. and rode off in his drop top, hittin switches. Cuz it aint nothing but a G’ thang baby, two loked out kids so we crazy, Death row is the label that pays me. And snoop was off to the farm to pick up some rocks, and then he set out on the Compton streets to deal some ish to Ashy Larry. Ashy was the biggest fiend out there. This fool from Marcy projects. Cough up a lung where I’m from Marcy son. WHAT. Ashy could smoke a rock like nobody else. Snoop also sold some crack to big burd, Ronald McDonald, Barney, and Bill Cosby. Snoop was just chillin on the block, with his thang cocked, possibly sittin on a drop (now), cause he a ridah, (yea) just a soul survivor, when them po-po rolled up. Snoop was like man , bump da the police coming straight from the underground, a young kid got it bad cause he brown, not the other colors that the police think, they have the authority to kill a minority. But instead of fighting the po-po Snoop just ran. It wasn’t very hard to get away from the police because they were walking doughnuts with arms, and Snoop had his air max’s laced up. Snoop ran all the way to southside. Southside was the border project between the Krip’s and Blood’s territory. Snoop was just going half on a sack, when some Bloodz rolled up talking that bull spit. Snoop wain’t having it so he was ready to bust his glock, when them Bloodz told Snoop to chiggity check himself before he riggity wreck himself cause big deez in your mouth is bad for your health. That was it, snoop G’d up and emptied a full clip on them marks like ratta tat tat never hesitate to put a Blood on his back. Snoop capped these chumps and kept they heads ringing.
There was one Krip in particular who was a straight up hustler. This kid was so dope he could sell water to a well. They called him he dogg, Snoop Dogg. Skeet, skeet, skeet. This cat was crazy rich, he sipped gin and juice while being laid back, he had his mind on his money and his money on his mind. He was one day chillin at his auntie house, ( because every gangster worth two cents knows that that is the best place to hide the yams.) And he had a couple…shorties. (that’s a gangsta boo in case you didn’t know). Well one dem shorties wasn’t but a shorty at all. She had a man and everything. Well shoot, Snoop wasn’t going to be played the fool so he did what any OG’ does and smacked a trick. Well it just so happens that the shorty’s man was a Blood. This was a problem… Lil’ scrappy, O kay, kay, kay. You don’t want no problems (problems). So when the Bloodz found out that Snoop smacked a trick they planned to roll up on Snoop. Smacking another man’s trick is a gangster violation 101, Snoop knew this so he got his tech, tech, tech nine and his forty oz. and rode off in his drop top, hittin switches. Cuz it aint nothing but a G’ thang baby, two loked out kids so we crazy, Death row is the label that pays me. And snoop was off to the farm to pick up some rocks, and then he set out on the Compton streets to deal some ish to Ashy Larry. Ashy was the biggest fiend out there. This fool from Marcy projects. Cough up a lung where I’m from Marcy son. WHAT. Ashy could smoke a rock like nobody else. Snoop also sold some crack to big burd, Ronald McDonald, Barney, and Bill Cosby. Snoop was just chillin on the block, with his thang cocked, possibly sittin on a drop (now), cause he a ridah, (yea) just a soul survivor, when them po-po rolled up. Snoop was like man , bump da the police coming straight from the underground, a young kid got it bad cause he brown, not the other colors that the police think, they have the authority to kill a minority. But instead of fighting the po-po Snoop just ran. It wasn’t very hard to get away from the police because they were walking doughnuts with arms, and Snoop had his air max’s laced up. Snoop ran all the way to southside. Southside was the border project between the Krip’s and Blood’s territory. Snoop was just going half on a sack, when some Bloodz rolled up talking that bull spit. Snoop wain’t having it so he was ready to bust his glock, when them Bloodz told Snoop to chiggity check himself before he riggity wreck himself cause big deez in your mouth is bad for your health. That was it, snoop G’d up and emptied a full clip on them marks like ratta tat tat never hesitate to put a Blood on his back. Snoop capped these chumps and kept they heads ringing.
Finally snoop made it back to the farm, in tha basement, and he straight fell asleep. Then he heard wake up, wake up, wake up, it’s the first of the month, get up, get up, get up, cash them checks and get up. Back on Bloodz territory they was fittin to ride on Snoop, because he slumped they homies. This was the spark that set it off. The war took place on the crack farm. Snoop was caught in the middle but he is topp dogg, and he left more fools dead than AIDS in Africa. Snoop now lives happily ever after because he can drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot, when them pigs try to get at him he dropped it like it was hott, dropped it like it was hott, and to this day he… Drops it like its hott.
Ms. Smith
Art & Design
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