drug dealers who lack motivation.....

[cinist]

tha homie that is supposed to hook up tha green in a timely fashion has become more interested in smoking tha green in tha middle of nowhere with his homie g dawgs and making himself disgustingly unavailable on a near consistant basis these days...so what do i do? i call jonny B tha ***** from up tha way, he dont answere his phone.........my only other option is to go see the old skool chronic *****'s in tha ghetto, but i hate doing that cuz it reminds me too much of my fucked up youth, or i could call up sum crap weeeddddd. but no those options suck!
so whut am i gonna do? im gonna sit here and sip sum bacardi like its mah birthday, and call the homie back in a bit.....
pray he comes back to civilization and hooks up a fat sack....
bye...if you read all that you are bored! :trippin:

[Miss T]

shitty deal :n:

[cinist]

shiiittttttt i aint hatin no mO
kid may B slow as a muthafucka lately
but when it gets here
its so sticky and smelllllllyy
i fall in luv alll over again! :PartEkid: :027:

[Xophe]

Man we're good buddies with our dealer.....we usually meet at his house and blaze a few sesh's, mabe box the car with a few cannons.

[cinist]

^ haha nah i shouldnt have been hatin......the kid is ku, he smoked a philly blunt with like an 8th in there wit us last nite :smoke1:

[Xophe]

that's tight then.

[cinist]

werD! customer appreciation was in effect, he even spat sum sic lyrics for us hah

[Xophe]

ha! my buddy and dealer usually freestyle to whatever we've got on the radio...