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What does oblivion mean? And how can I fade into it? Also where does the name Mowgli derive from? I feel like I've heard it somewhere before.

Can you enlighten me? That would be amazing... I can tell you're a good guy :smile:
It means go away. Somewhere far. Get married and fall the fukk off forever
 

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Mannnn I remember it was probably the 2nd or 3rd week of me being in NYC with 50 and I'm at the office chillin, still taking in this crazy ass dream thats happening. I get called down by Fifs driver to join him in the lobby. Fif is outside in a new droptop old school that he received from Funk Flex bumpin the G-Unit Radio 22 (Hip Hop is Dead) CD hellllla loud cheeeesin! WhooKid just finished mixing it and I was on a few joints on there btw, gooodtimes.. So anyways I hop in the passenger side and we start riding through NYC :win:


We hop on the highway and we're just vibin to the tape speeding past traffic, all while the Bulletroof was following behind us. People were catching glimpses of us whenever we slowed down and were losing their minds like "50 cent?!!! Ohhh shyt!!" :gladbron: They would always motion to get their cameraphones but could never really get a clean shot. At this point I still havent taken a picture of or with this nikka cus I didn't wanna look corny but thats besides the point. :beli:


So we get off the freeway and pulloff on a side street and stop.. Now mind you, its afternoon time in the spring, so its good weather, bright and sunny out. Fifs driver in the BP pulls up behind us, gets out and pops the trunk. Fif gets out and a minute later, comes back to the old school and goes "Rod, put this on..." :birdman:

MANNNNNN this nikka throws me a bulletproof vest, a XXL black g-unit t-shirt to put on over it, and a black g-unit hat. Im like, mannnnnnnnnn I'm tryna sign to a record label not a gang nikka!! (I said this inside not out loud) I grabbed the shyt all cool like "fasho my nikka where we goin?" :ld:

He's like "My hood"... :smugfavre: I'm like "ight cool".... :mjcry:

So now Im rocking a damn vest, rolling in the passenger seat with 50 Cent, in a droptop funk flex lowrider, with the top down, headin straight to Southside jamaica queens in broooooad daylight bumpin G-Unit Radio 22 HELLLLA LOUD... Im hellllllllllla sad but my pokerface is on a trilllionn. Halfway there this nikka look over at me and says
"You scared lil nikka??" :shaq:

Im like "nawwwwww nikka I aint trippin... I'm rollin with a real nikka right??" We started laughin.. :to:

My laughs were really cries for help as I didn't know this nikkas intentions lol... Nahhh but the shyt was intense. Im texting my nikkas the whole time tellin them I'm might die in a bit and if I do at least I went out on top. Whatever that means....


So we're mobbin through Southside now, flexin, bumpin an unreleased G-Unit tape hella loud, nikka are instantly rcognizing Fif since the top was down and I'm sure Im gonna get popped in the head at any moment. The vest seems hella pointless at this moment but its better than nothing I guess... Im wondering why the fukk is this nikka stopping at these stoplights, nikkas running up to the car and shyt screamin FIF!! FIF!!! WHAT UP MY nikka!!! Helllla love from the hoood from all directions.. Im just hopin theres just not one stupid young nikka who would try to get some suicide stripes and swiss chees the car up.... :whoa:

After circling the hood for about 10 minutes we pull up to a crib and hop out.. Fif runs in the house and tells me to chill outside... Im like ightttttt man am i cool? :wtf:

He just chuckles and dips inside... MANNNNNNN I SWEAR I turned around and shook up with like 2-3 nikkas who were family who assured me I was safe cuz this was Fifs hood and I'm with the general... I swear to you when I turned around 5 minutes later the WHOOOOOOLE BLOCK WAS FLOOOODED WITH nikkaS and Im like wowwww this shyt is crazy!! ALLLLLL LOVE TOO.. nikkas came with that sneaky re-assurance that it was all love and we were out there minglin, choppin it up and just really kickin it with family, friends, fans, etc.. Felt like home out there... No nikka can say Fif cant go back to the hood to me after that.. I would slap them nikkas cus I knew first-hand that nikka had no issues there... I can tell the story better than I type but hopefully you get the point... This was an epic moment on this journey man.. Fif is a real ass nikka, down to earth and just downright genuine.. Thats why nikkas have no choice but to respect him. Im not proof reading this shyt so I hope this came out coool...


Gotta hit the studio so I'll hit yall with another story later or tomorrow


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I remember back in 2008 or 09 I was in NYC staying at the Meridien I believe and we had some press to do that night. Im in the lobby bar chillin with a few of my nikkas and everyone else was either in their rooms or still on the way. Anywho, I had this skreezy comin thru that I hadn't met before so I was tryna get a lil buzz on to take the edge off :shaq:

I realized I had no cologne on :scust: and I was fukkin up cuz bytchs love a nikka that smells like a king. So my bottle of Curve (Original green bottle with gold writing) was up in my room. I told my nikkas i'll be back so I can spray some on before this chick came through.

So I run over to the elevators and as I approach I see the doors closing slowly on one of them :to: This situation is time sensitive sense I didnt know when this chick was arriving, so I stick my hands inside to stop it so the doors open back up for a real nikka :banderas: There's an elderly light skinned man standing there dressed in casual hip hop attire that i pay slight attention to cus all im focused on is my bottle of curve and this bytch sliding thru :ahh:.... By the way Im dressed in a gray g-unit hoodie with the hood on, some black jeans and some lowtop Gucci's. So I press the button to my floor and all of a sudden the light skinned nikka chills for a second and then walks out at the last minute before the doors closed.. Im like :dahell:

As the doors are closing and he's walking away this nikka turns around and I get a glimpse of his face..... It was BENZINO :flabbynsick:

I was like ohhh shyttttt, he musta got spooked cause of the G-Unit Hoodie I was rockin... Little did he know i could give 2 fukks but hey I guess his peace of mind is important.... He prolly checked out of the hotel since no one ever saw him the time we stayed there.. I told the crew the story later and we all laughed as men :smugbiden:

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