So earlier this evening, I went to the gym like usual.
After I lifted a while, I went down the park to run some ball, and I schooled every nikka on the court while IN my damn James Brown cape
Had the women on the side keepin track of my points, but hell I think they missed some b/c they didnt even start countin til I was prolly around 35-40 points. 
Playin by ones no less, sh*t....anyway, about halfway thru I decided to leave....every youngsta wanted my autograph and was hounding me. I said "Nah"
, go ask that lightskinned nikka over there for his 
since y'all were jockin him earlier...somebody told me the nikka is named Darrell Williams or somethin like that, he from Dallas and play for the Nets apparently. I dropped at least 25 on him tho. 
So I as I was making my way off the court, about a dozen women were following me. I told 'em I could only fit a few in my convertible Ghost. But we made it work, 1 in the pssenger seat, 4 in the back, 1 in the trunk(2 woulda prolly smashed up my work
), and 1 more riding naked on top of my shoulders. I told the others to just sit there and wait 4-5 hrs til I swang back thru.Typical evening I guess
but not quite as good as earlier in the day.
