SCENE: (thursday morning) Toni & I are sitting on the train, laughing about bad makeup artists.
(queue 12 year old, who, for the purpose of this re-telling is named Bethany)
Bethany: (sitting on the lap of another 12 year old who shall remain nameless)
(
singing) ((
yes, singing))
With so much drama in the l-b-cIts kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-gBut i, somehow, some wayKeep comin up with funky ass shit like every single dayMay i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)And, make a few ends as (yeah!)I breeze, throughTwo in the mornin and the partys still jumpinCause my momma aint homeI got bitches in the living room gettin it onAnd, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)So what you wanna do, sheeeitI got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do tooSo turn off the lights and close the doorsBut (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!So we gonna smoke a ounce to thisGs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to thisBethany is a white girl, about to get her head kicked in.
It's times like this when I truely appreciate the beauty of living in broadmeadows.