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One winter’s day I come across T-Bone cold chillin’ on the stoop with 5 of his closest jive turkeys. They were all decorated in the finest bling bling jewelry with gats on the side of their hip ready to bang bang on any unsuspecting menace that wishes to step. T-Bone was between 5’ 4’’ and 6’ 8’’, wore dark clothing, and had a skin tone that was a mix between a piece of caramel and a hersey’s dark chocolate bar...he was a striking figure. I say “wa’s boopity boppin’ y’all” and T-Bone says “nut’n just eating fried chicken and watermelon then finsta look for some fine white wimmenz”. He yells to Ice Dog “Bring my olde English nikka” and that’s when I sat down to talk to them about good Christian values and how dressing better and speaking properly would help them prosper.
So funny I forgot to laugh..
Your dad forgot to pull out now we all stuck with you...wit’cho wally world looking ass.
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One winter’s day I come across T-Bone cold chillin’ on the stoop with 5 of his closest jive turkeys. They were all decorated in the finest bling bling jewelry with gats on the side of their hip ready to bang bang on any unsuspecting menace that wishes to step. T-Bone was between 5’ 4’’ and 6’ 8’’, wore dark clothing, and had a skin tone that was a mix between a piece of caramel and a hersey’s dark chocolate bar...he was a striking figure. I say “wa’s boopity boppin’ y’all” and T-Bone says “nut’n just eating fried chicken and watermelon then finsta look for some fine white wimmenz”. He yells to Ice Dog “Bring my olde English nikka” and that’s when I sat down to talk to them about good Christian values and how dressing better and speaking properly would help them prosper.
More writings from Cory...
One winter’s day I come across T-Bone cold chillin’ on the stoop with 5 of his closest jive turkeys. They were all decorated in the finest bling bling jewelry with gats on the side of their hip ready to bang bang on any unsuspecting menace that wishes to step. T-Bone was between 5’ 4’’ and 6’ 8’’, wore dark clothing, and had a skin tone that was a mix between a piece of caramel and a hersey’s dark chocolate bar...he was a striking figure. I say “wa’s boopity boppin’ y’all” and T-Bone says “nut’n just eating fried chicken and watermelon then finsta look for some fine white wimmenz”. He yells to Ice Dog “Bring my olde English nikka” and that’s when I sat down to talk to them about good Christian values and how dressing better and speaking properly would help them prosper.
I used to work with a white dude that did that exact thingT-Bone sounds like the name a cac would think of for a random “thug”![]()
“T bone once tried to get me to join his street gang. They were violent and into all sorts of mischief. They were the top crew in the city and every low level street punk with a dollar and a switch blade wanted a piece of those Mac daddies. Can ya dig what I’m sayin jack?”
"Oh, that's like a G-dog on the fly tip.Flossing with the posse."More writings from Cory...
One winter’s day I come across T-Bone cold chillin’ on the stoop with 5 of his closest jive turkeys. They were all decorated in the finest bling bling jewelry with gats on the side of their hip ready to bang bang on any unsuspecting menace that wishes to step. T-Bone was between 5’ 4’’ and 6’ 8’’, wore dark clothing, and had a skin tone that was a mix between a piece of caramel and a hersey’s dark chocolate bar...he was a striking figure. I say “wa’s boopity boppin’ y’all” and T-Bone says “nut’n just eating fried chicken and watermelon then finsta look for some fine white wimmenz”. He yells to Ice Dog “Bring my olde English nikka” and that’s when I sat down to talk to them about good Christian values and how dressing better and speaking properly would help them prosper.
Shoutout to D-Money, Smoothie, and Shifty .