intro to film tarrentino style
“lemme tell you something playboy. i live that lifestyle. my man loved yall dusty niggas. he had real love for yall. yall shit on my mans. he was the reason brooklyn loved yall niggas. see i do real things like fuck 3 bitches at a time. i do shit like spread love and buy out the bar. my life is fab my man you hear me?—no no no no dont you look at the ground look me in the eye like a man….
i do REAL SHIT playboy.”
grammy weekend in la.
it was a great weekend for us. our grammy jam went BEYOND our expectations.
parties out the wazoo and my girl was with me and we were like two kids in a candy store.
that monday marked the end of the weekend and my manager was smart enough to make sure that jill’s show coincided with the festivities.
rapheal sadiq was the opener and his set smoked. jill came shortly thereafter and backstage was like a list central. midway through her set i got a text from P’s assistant (he never calls, he has assistant call first to tell you “he will call you”. this time the text said that there was a rollerskating valentines party and invite some “cool” people.
i dont know what it is but erykah is one of the sexiest people of all time.
bob power called me in to drum on “drama” with ron carter for her debut album.
and man….she had me from the whiff of her mango oil.
i knew i was in.
y2k at the white house.
the last january week of 06 in his crib.
my boy says you can judge the level of success someone has in hollywood by the amount of seconds it takes you to get from the gate of the entry to the actual house. (Source: OKP)