there is no good reason in my mind as to why no one has spoke on this earlier, nor is there a good reason in my mind as to why it escaped my tribunal knowledge of all things ultra-crev. now I figured out why Juicy J and Project Pat went and did Cali High. they must have been like “fuck it, if you niggas want to drive up and down the boulevard looking like THIS, then we might as well dress up like some randoms at the Slauson Swapmeet and go smoke weed on the boardwalk of Venice Beach.” at this point, Pat was probably like, “yeah, AND we get to fuck the hoes, nigga! fuck yo life, I’m really a rob-ber…” and ran off in the direction of the strip club with a garbage bag full of ones and a handfull of bluntwraps. so tight.

you know how I do, 3 posts in a row on here and you don’t see me for a month. “I run record labels, but I’m really a blo-gger”

yes, weed is smoked in los angeles. yes, three six mafia fit right in. how they get to walk around smoking blunts filled with all manners of weed ON VENICE BEACH is beyond me. it’s all about how Juicy J pops that pill in the beginning, he is such a fadehead….

I really feel the title of this song right now. so much so, that I broke my bong on some “I quit!” impulsive shit that I am notorious for. Only to fix the salvageable parts, scrape resin and get high crev style. Where is the bud or even better, where is some money for the bud?