Big Daddy
Fight or die fighting, no surrender.
Mine would have to be the time I got kicked out of the club less than an hour of being there 
This was the type of club that was kinda hood, and n!ggas always smoked weed in it.
And it seemed rather easy to do, from what I observed over many months of going there.
They got away with it mostly due to how packed it always was and how easy it was to just hide in the crowd and blow it down.
Well, one night I decide that I'm finally going to try it myself. I wanted to 'smoke weed in the club' too. The homies were down with it and it was set.
So we got the club and I waited til the place started getting packed and til I was feeling right off the liq, and I said fukk it..reached into my boot and grabbed my L, looked around, sparked up, took like two pulls, and the next thing I know I felt one hand on my neck and one on the wrist of the hand that held the blunt.
I turned as much as I could and saw a little short but stocky security n!gga looking up at me and saying something about 'you know not to try that sh!t' while simultaneously herding me towards a side exit and into the parking lot.
Wasted like $35 getting in there and getting a few drinks and didn't last even an hour before we were kicked out. A bunch of drunk, high, young, mad ass n!ggas riding back to the crib arguing
This was the type of club that was kinda hood, and n!ggas always smoked weed in it.
And it seemed rather easy to do, from what I observed over many months of going there.
They got away with it mostly due to how packed it always was and how easy it was to just hide in the crowd and blow it down.
Well, one night I decide that I'm finally going to try it myself. I wanted to 'smoke weed in the club' too. The homies were down with it and it was set.
So we got the club and I waited til the place started getting packed and til I was feeling right off the liq, and I said fukk it..reached into my boot and grabbed my L, looked around, sparked up, took like two pulls, and the next thing I know I felt one hand on my neck and one on the wrist of the hand that held the blunt.
I turned as much as I could and saw a little short but stocky security n!gga looking up at me and saying something about 'you know not to try that sh!t' while simultaneously herding me towards a side exit and into the parking lot.
Wasted like $35 getting in there and getting a few drinks and didn't last even an hour before we were kicked out. A bunch of drunk, high, young, mad ass n!ggas riding back to the crib arguing
