Party Time – The Notorious Life Of Hip Hop
The Allure Party – The Notorious Life Of Hip Hop
Parties here in Atlanta are an experience. People rarely dance, but the ladies are finer than mulatto hair, the fellas are dressed to the 9’s and the music and drinks never stop. It’s an acquired taste. People pay hundreds of bucks just to park. They stand in lines and since everybody knows somebody, if you’re willing to wait you can get in almost any party.
My home girl Kwelster and I have decided that groupies are patient. Well most of the time, because this weekend while back stage at an event I watch my interview get crashed by some “nice young ladies.” A groupie will wait on line, or stand in front of vip with their mouth open and just starting at ever baller look alike. I know we’re in a recession and all but does a baller giving you whatever you like really means that much to you?
What happened to the days when someone would need some sort of substance to get some butt? I know girls who were offered 200 bucks just to come over a guys house! I couldn’t be mad at her for going, hell I would have went if a female offered me $50! Let alone 200. In this notorious life of hip hop I wonder if we breed groupies and materialistic people or are we just victims of our environment?
