DatNkkaCutty
Veteran
If you black, your dad around, and he a certain type a cat....you've probably heard some outlandish tales from your pops. Those stories your pops would tell...that would have you like this as a kid....
but as you continued to grow older to a teen and become more worldly...a ngga starts to hit the...
Then finally in a adulthood....it turns to
God forbid he busts out tales and past exploits in front of friends or your lady. Thats when you start hittin the
My pops was an ex goon and absent from a significant part of my childhood due to being locked up. When he was around tho, he always made his presence felt. Today he goes into a story I've heard a hundred times....but in front of my lady (her first time hear).
He out leaned up on a car on the block talkin to my mom when some car full of cacs rolls by and throws a bottle at em and yells the n word....This the 70s...so you know they was on that stuff...
So my pops jumps in the car wit my mom...is able to somehow catch-up to the cacs...unbeknownst to them and follows them to the house they're goin to. He goes back to the PJs where he lived (not my mom...she was from a well-to-do area) grabs one of his mans a bat and heads back to the house with my mom (all verified up to this point). So bein the dude he was...he tells my mom to wait in the car...and his man to wait outside in the front as backup in case shyt goes left. He knocks on the door...and one of the cacs from earlier opens the doors...pops bumrushes the crib and pounds dude out ...
(still verified)...after that is what I believe to be...when the alleged come in (I know his stories verbatim cuz I've heard em a thousand times) ....
"I walked in the house....stomped a mudhole in that muthafukker wit the Louisville slugger. Then...the grandma hopped up out the chair...and I knocked that old bytch out too. I told these muthafukkers....If I ever catch ya comin thru the area again...or throwin some shyt toward my lady....Imma kill ya."
"And on the way out the door....I kicked the muthafukkin baby in the face. You know I don't play bwoy..."
At the baby part is when he looks for the cosign from my mom...
"Didn't I bey...didn't I?"....
That's when my mom curves em wit the..."I guess....that's what ya say happened...I wasn't inside..."
....Its the funniest shyt. This is a reoccurring theme at my fam house. Idk if anyone goes thru this type of fukkery on a consistent basis throughout the years.
but as you continued to grow older to a teen and become more worldly...a ngga starts to hit the...Then finally in a adulthood....it turns to
God forbid he busts out tales and past exploits in front of friends or your lady. Thats when you start hittin the
My pops was an ex goon and absent from a significant part of my childhood due to being locked up. When he was around tho, he always made his presence felt. Today he goes into a story I've heard a hundred times....but in front of my lady (her first time hear).
He out leaned up on a car on the block talkin to my mom when some car full of cacs rolls by and throws a bottle at em and yells the n word....This the 70s...so you know they was on that stuff...
So my pops jumps in the car wit my mom...is able to somehow catch-up to the cacs...unbeknownst to them and follows them to the house they're goin to. He goes back to the PJs where he lived (not my mom...she was from a well-to-do area) grabs one of his mans a bat and heads back to the house with my mom (all verified up to this point). So bein the dude he was...he tells my mom to wait in the car...and his man to wait outside in the front as backup in case shyt goes left. He knocks on the door...and one of the cacs from earlier opens the doors...pops bumrushes the crib and pounds dude out ... (still verified)...after that is what I believe to be...when the alleged come in (I know his stories verbatim cuz I've heard em a thousand times) ...."I walked in the house....stomped a mudhole in that muthafukker wit the Louisville slugger. Then...the grandma hopped up out the chair...and I knocked that old bytch out too. I told these muthafukkers....If I ever catch ya comin thru the area again...or throwin some shyt toward my lady....Imma kill ya."
"And on the way out the door....I kicked the muthafukkin baby in the face. You know I don't play bwoy..."
At the baby part is when he looks for the cosign from my mom...
"Didn't I bey...didn't I?"....
That's when my mom curves em wit the..."I guess....that's what ya say happened...I wasn't inside..."
....Its the funniest shyt. This is a reoccurring theme at my fam house. Idk if anyone goes thru this type of fukkery on a consistent basis throughout the years.
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