She's got me speedin' in the fast lane
... Pedal to the floor, mane. Tryin' ta' get back ta' her love, mane ...
A day in the life ... with my bust it ... baby. ... Welcome to my world - my girl.
Bust it baby? ... That's your number one female. Uno. Alpha. She's there through thick and thin. She's got that 'good-good'. The sex is hot and the 'questions' are few. She's your bust it baby. Now, watch baby bust ... it.
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- There she was just relaxing in my black leather Lazyboy, in her white tank top, wearing a pair of my boxers. It's cute, I can't lie. I wouldn't ask for it any other way. And she thinks, she's a pimp. She thinks, she can do what ever she pleases. But I got news for her ass - Daddy don't play that tune. No. No. ... Okay, who am I kidding? Huh. She can do what ever she wants. She's got me wrapped around her finger - my bust it baby. So I can't front, she's my greatest weakness. She can make me curl up like child - make me ball up like a fetus. She can, but fuck it, I'll stand again ... and even taller. I'm a survivor. But it's real, I love her ass. And I'll always love her. Until the day I stop breathing, that's my baby. I would kill a nigga that hurt her. No doubt. Watch me go Hannibal Lecter on those bitches. Yes. No hesitation. Rip your tonge out, bite your fucking face off. I love confrontation. I greet it with open arms. Baha. I will kill you, nigga. ... I will. I'm crazyyyyy. -
- So.. there she was just sitting in my Lazyboy, painting your tiny toe nails. She gets her finger nails professionally done, weekly, along with a pedicure, so she's got those pretty feet working for her. And if you know Pookie, then you know I can't be chillin' with some chick with some jack'd up feet. I can't do it. Call it a weird pet peeve, call it what you want ... it's whatever, just fix ya' toes, hoes. Lookin' like the Night Crawler and shit. Ol' sasquatch in the face. This ain't Beef Jerky, bitch. -
- A Hip Hop & R&B radio station was playing lightly in the background through the living room entertainment center. I was sitting on a couch that was across from my bust it baby. I was breaking up some hydro chronic, that was laid out on the coffee table. Yes, I do smoke marijuana. I do. I smoke the finest budz. And hey, a wise man once said - it's from the earth, God put it here for me and you. :) ... So, there I was breaking up a bud, when I noticed myself glancing over at this beautiful woman named Alizé. She's got that little white tank top on, her breast are so perky, so I'm distracted. I'm feeling kinda' horny. I wanna' bust it, baby. Too much information? ... I'm fantasizing about making her wet ... so wet. To the point where her thighs can't stay still and she's moaning my name. I don't give a fuck, I eat pussy. I do. I'll admit it to anyone. I lick it before I stick it. It's over with. I make 'em fall in love with it - come back for more of it - just beggin' me to throw 'it'. It's ecstacy. I love it. -
- So yeah, I can't help but to glance over at her, as I break up some lime green KusH. She doesn't notice me taking glances at her, and I don't bring any atttention to myself about it to her. I don't want her to know. I can't give her that power. :) I chuckled slightly as I began to split a cigar open with my thumb nail. I needed it for the marijauna that I just broke up. Get it? It was time to roll it up - light it up - inhale - exhale ... You get the jist. I glanced over at her, again. This time she caught me, red handed. I was busted. She smiled at me and spoke softly with her sexy voice. -
Alizé: Whatcha' lookin' at ... Mista'?
- She asked this simple question, while staring into my eyes. I was lost, instantly. I hesitated to answer and looked in a downward direction momentarily, to buy some time. Confidently, I brought my head back up, looking into her eyes, I replied easily. -
PooKie: ... The girl of my dreams. ... The apple of my eye. ... The wind beneath my wings. ... The air in my lungs ... My bust it baby.
- She giggled at my answer. Because she knows my sense of humor. She knew I was being serious, but she also knew I was exaggerating for slight humor. -
Alizé: ... So, uhhh.. you love me, huh?
PooKie: Maybe? ... What's it too you?
Alizé: ... Don't make me come over there, boy.
PooKie: ... Psh. I dare you. I bet you walk away with no clothes on and with a limp in your walk.
- I said with a deviant smirk. She rolled her eyes, just like all girls do. -
PooKie: I know you don't doubt me?
Alizé: ..Baby, if anyone is walking away naked and with a limp? ... It's you. Let's be real.
PooKie: Oh, that's real talk? Huh?
Alizé: ..You know it, baby.
- She said to me with a smirk. I laughed it off, and finished rolling my blunt up. I set it on the table to dry, so it will burn correctly. Because I'm a professional at everything I do. Face it. Then I directed my attention back to Alizé. Because any man would.. -
PooKie: Awfully cocky tonight, huh?
Alizé: Who?
PooKie: You.
Alizé: Me?
PooKie: Yes.
Alizé: Noooo.
PooKie: Yeeees, you are. And I think with all that talk ... it's time to see some walk. Ya' feel me?
Alizé: You want me to feel you, baby? Huh? Is that what you want? Does daddy need some good love?
PooKie: Grr.. I'm about to rip your clothes off, I swear to God. Keep pushin' me - keep pushin' me.
- I said to her, firmly, as she got up from the chair, smiling at me. She walked to the entertainment center and turned the volume up, 'Bust It Baby' by Plies was playing. It was our 'song'. She ever so slightly walked around the coffee table, to me. She pushed me back on the couch, with a strong force, then straddled me softly. Instantly, my hands gripped her waist. Instincts, baby, sexual instincts. She pulled them away, and shook your index finger 'no' at me. I smirked at her, as she whipped her long hair back and put it in a bun. -
Alizé: Do you love me?
PooKie: What?
Alizé: I said ... do you LOVE me?
PooKie: Yes, baby. You know I do. I love you to Heaven and back. Always and forever.
Alizé: Do I make you hott?
- She asked me as she grinded on me slowly. Ahhhh. What a devil, she is. -
PooKie: ... God ... damn.
Alizé: Do I?
PooKie: ... ...
- I couldn't answer her, she was still grinding on my manhood, ever so slow. Then she stopped suddenly. -
Alizé: Answer me, baby..
PooKie: ... Yes, baby, like no other..
Alizé: Thought so..
- So the infamous lap dance began. Yummy. She was moving with the beat of the song. She was on point with every move and grind. Needless to say, I was hard, and she knew it. We both were just as horny. As she started to nibble on my neck and ear, as she continued the dance. She knows those are my hot-spots. She's evil ... so evil. I love it. And by now, it's pretty hot and heavy. She's wearing a thin pair of boxers, and I'm wearing some thin basketball shorts, with no shirt on. It's practically sex with clothes on. I can feel the warm moistness from her vagina. So, I know she's turned on. I can even see it in your beautiful eyes. The only thing on my mind now, is making her have an orgasm. Multiple ones, yes.. -
Alizé: ... Mmmm ...
PooKie: ... Bust it baby ...
- She looked into my eyes and responded with just a smile. I glanced back at her, biting my bottom lip, as I placed my hands on her hips and slowly started to lift up her tank top. Halfway up, she took over and removed it from her body. A toss to the ground, was her shirt. So, there I was ... sittin' back on the couch, with a pair of perky round breast in front of my face. But I kept my cool, because this obviously wasn't my first rodeo. Then she started to carass her own breast slowly, but firmly. It was hot. But not as hot as when she moved closer to me, and connected our upper bodies together. I wrapped my left arm around her slim body, as she continued to grind me, and I used my right hand to grope her right breast. I even went down and licked gently on her nipple with my tongue, as I groped it. Her nipple was hard, instantly. So the deep breathing and soft moans commenced between us.. -
PooKie: I know what you want.
Alizé: ... Show me, baby..
- I didn't hesitate one second, I lifted her up and placed her on the couch, softly. Once again, I'm on top. What can I say? I do my best work on top. And Alizé knows that too. I slided my body in between her legs, got comfortable and went for a slow kiss. But then I stopped, and began to tease for it. I would go in for the kiss, but then pull away. A couple of times I did. I wanted see just how bad she wanted to touch my lips with her lips. The male ego at it's finest. -
Alizé: - moaning - ... Kiss ... me.
- I did it again, still trying to tease her, but this time she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me in. I gave in pretty easy. She showed me what I wanted to see. She showed me the desire, the passion. So we kissed gently, as I would softly bite on her bottom lip, ever so often. Moments go by as we continue to kiss, with our bodies grinding on one another. Suddenly, she yanks my shorts off, my bare ass is up in the air, as the scene fades.. -
Close my mouth, I speak from the heart
... Out of sight, out of mind, I'm falling apart ...
Lean wit' it. Rock wit' it. This ain't a dance. It's my only chance. So I hustle ... So I rumble ... I make these bitches fuckin' crumble..
I got somethin' you bitches lack ... and that's a street resumé that goes waaaay back..
All I ever served in these streets was pure cocaine. Straight to your brain ... no pain. So much money gained.
My blessings, cursed.. Violent visions leading to a hurst. I'm bleedin', it's not the first. Won't be the last, I let my nightmares go, and forget the past.
My destiny - your fate ... I'm coming home, don't wait. Give me the strength, Lord ... I am my brother's keeper. Everyday, it gets that much deeper.
Dirty deeds did, done, and sent. Rest a sure ... I feel the repent.
You'll wish that you never met me ... I'll wish that you never forget me.
Black man - black tee - black donks - black eye - black coupes - black glock - black knights - black things - black dreams..
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- I remember the time - I wish I could take you back -
- Stepping through the doors of the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri, five SIW security guards stand in front of me. I got my Gucci shades on, my Louie bag over my left shoulder, and I'm hungover from the night before. It was a long night of sex, drugs, and clubs, in no particular order.. And not one, not two, not three, not four, but five SIW security guards stand before me. I hold my arms out, gestering to them if they want to move or explain their actions. -
PooKie: ... 'Sup fellows?
Security Guard #1: I'm sorry to inform you, Mr. PooKie, but..
PooKie: Mista ... PooKie.
Security Guard #1: Yeah. ... Whatever. I was ordered to not let you in the building, tonight. So, I'm going to have to ask you, to please exit the building, immediately. Please, sir.
PooKie: ... Listen, pedro, ... uhhh, I'm tired. I got maybe fours of sleep, two hours of sex, and eight hours of ecstacy, last night. I'm drained. I'm spent. So, I'm gonna' hafta' ask you and your dwarfs to kindly step aside, and uhh.. get the fuck outta' my way. Coo?
Security Guard #1: We were told that you may be unstable. Which you seem to be, sir. That's why I have four of my best colleagues behind me. Okay? We're very much prepared to physically remove you from the premises.
PooKie: Unstable? ... Fuck unstable, I'ma' loose cannon. Now, mooooove bitch, get out the way.
Security Guard #1: That's it..
- He reaches to grab me, I brush him off, he trips and falls. I throw down my Louie bag and get into a defensive stance. The next closest security guard swings at me, I duck it and connect with a right hook to his jaw. He tumbles backward, as the other three security guards engage. I can't fight them off, the numbers are to high against me. They pick me up and carry me outside, like a ragdoll. Once outside, they toss me on the concrete, like a piece of trash and throw my Louie bag at me. -
Security Guard #1: Good day, Mista PooKie.
- Chattering with one another, they enter back into the building, and close the door shut, leaving me laying on the concrete like a bitch. -
PooKie: ... Fuck you.
- I hesitate to get back up. I'm sitting there, going over what just happened to me, asking myself how to react. -
PooKie: Be cool, be cool ...
- I told myself that out loud. Because I'm the kind of guy that enjoys revenge. I can take it too far. It becomes a passion. It leaves me wanting more. I had to calm down, and handle this with a level head. I bounced up, brushed myself off, and pulled out my cell phone. I needed to get in contact with my lawyer, George O. Dell. I called him once on his cell phone and there was no answer. I began to pace and called again, this time there was an answer.. -
George O. Dell: Hello?
PooKie: ... George, we got a problem.
George O. Dell: What now? I told you to stop trafficking drugs! Are you in jail? What did you do? Where are you? Who are you with?
PooKie: Whoa. Whoa. Take a fucking midol, princess. Shit. ... I'm here in bum-fuck-egypt, Missouri. And I just got tossed out on the street like Will's friend Jazz, and the flock of SIW security guards was Uncle Phil, but this ain't Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Ya' feel me? ... What the fuck, George?
George O. Dell: They won't let you in at all?
PooKie: ..Fuck. Would I be talkin' to you, right now?
George O. Dell: Okay, okay. Let me get in contact with SIW management, and I'll call you back.
PooKie: Yeah.
- I shut my phone closed and slide it into my pocket. Lighting up a cigarette, I await for the callback. A few drags of the cigarette go by, as a group of SIW fans walk by me. -
SIW Fan #1: Hey, PooKie, your attitude sucks!
PooKie: Hey! So does your mother. Tell that bitch I want my money.
SIW Fan #2: ... Psh. Asshole.
SIW Fan #3: Loser.
SIW Fan #4: Jobber.
PooKie: No. Gangsta.
- I pretend to swing at them, making them jump back, slightly. -
PooKie: Pussies.
SIW Fan #1: Whatever, dude.
- They walk away, snickering. It's whatever. I'm taking another pull from my cigarette, and exhaling through my nose. As my cell phone begins to ring. Pulling it from my pocket, I see George on my caller I.D. -
PooKie: Speak..
George O. Dell: Damn, you just can't stop pushing the envelope, PooK. It's weekly with you. It's either a drug charge, gun charge, battery charge, assault charge, criminal mischief charge. I mean, what's next? Murder charge? I'm workin' overtime, here. I'm gonna' have to inflate your bill or something. I can't..
- I had to interupt him, he wasn't going to stop. -
PooKie: Look nigga, I got somethin' you can inflate, and it's not my bill. You're rambling on, like a female. Just give me the news, already. ... Shit.
George O. Dell: Okay, okay.. I talked with SIW Management. They weren't to happy with you..
- Under his breath, he added. -
George O. Dell: Imagine that.
PooKie: ... What?
George O. Dell: Huh? ... I said, uhhh, I talked with SIW Management, they weren't to happy with you. Something about being late, not showing up for events and so on. But I reassured them that this was a phase, and that it won't carry on. I told them that you had a lot on your plate right now, with your legal issues, and family issues. Luckily, they took the bait. Okay?
PooKie: ..Okay?
George O. Dell: Okay, nothing. Get your shit straight, asap. Don't make me look foolish. Get to work. Do your job. Shut the fuck up, and do what needs to be done. Make that money, so I can get my 10 percent. Stop goofing off, stop slacking, ... and man up. For yourself, and me..
PooKie: All right! Nigga. I get-get get iiiiiit.
George O. Dell: This is serious, PooK. You better get it, and real soon.
PooKie: I hear ya' ... I hear ya'.
George O. Dell: Hear this, you're facing MetalGod, next week on Carnage. If you win - you stay. If you lose - you go. Period. So be ready.
PooKie: MetalGod? ... Ha. Isn't he legally retarded?
George O. Dell: Retard or not. Anything can happen.
PooKie: Whatever. I got this. It's a walk in the park. It's like getting Envy drunk and runnin' the ho train on that skank with ten niggas. One after another. Beat that pussy up. Skeet on her face, then slap her in the eye with my big fat black dick. She likes it. Ya' heard me?
George O. Dell: Who? ... Whatever. I'm married, it doesn't matter. And I got some paperwork to go over. So, just go do your job, and I'll be contact. And for fuck's sake, stay out of trouble!
PooKie: Aight, princess. Go take your midol.
- Ending the call and closing my cell phone, I slide it back into my pocket. My cigarette is still burning, I take another drag, and exhale through my nose. -
PooKie: Well shit, I got the night off and a pocket fulla' money. ...
- I needed to waste some time. Strip Club, was my only destination. Get some Hennessey and RedBull to drink on, and throw some dollar bills at some Missouri skanks. The rest is rated M for mature. Good night. -
