Party Time – The Notorious Life Of Hip Hop • 10.20.08
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?







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