Now I’ve got Lil’ Wayne living next to me. Yeah, I know it’s not the real Lil’ Wayne, but it might as well be. The dude drives a car with big ass shiny rims that are the shit.
Oh, and he buckles his pants right below his ass.
This is great news because I was hoping to get a neighbor that isn’t shy about showing his underwear.
What’s even better is when he shines those pimp rims in the parking lot. I get to hear “fuck you mother fucker” blaring from the stereo.
Somebody pinch me.
I’m not saying the guy looks out of place, but picture Crowe Dog walking the streets of North St. Louis wearing khakis and a light blue sweater vest.
And thanks to Crowe Dog for bringing that 30-pack of Bud Light to the pool on Sunday. He could have stayed home stacking his cheese but he be taking care of his homeboys.
And these bitches started getting all up in our faces cause the pool ain’t open yet. I be like, “Gurrl, why you trying to get into the flavor of my Kool-Aid?”
And I’m tryin’ to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
‘Cause you see I’m on losing streak