So this morning POP and I had a lovely chat but for some reason we got stuck on speaking in ghetto mode. Though we did have translators, here is the convo: Mmmaaattt94: Yo sexy bitch POP STAR: sup Mmmaaattt94: What the snizzle? Mmmaaattt94: (How are you) POP STAR: i'm crackin' eggs by day POP STAR: (Fine, and you?) Mmmaaattt94: Gotta fetch dem stacks but shizzle is still fo-nizzle Mmmaaattt94: (Going to work but im good otherwise) POP STAR: Ye Drizzle, I been feel the tizzle on bamdizzle ya'dig, but them scripples ain't even got 50 up in their legizzles. POP STAR: (Yes, I inquire. I've lately felt like people aren't honest about their income, perhaps even lying about how much they make annualy.) Mmmaaattt94: Yo Nizzler, dem gangers n dey scribleys aint fo shizzle, cracka take dem stacks n shiznit so homeboys keep shizzling ghetto life. Fo nizzling shizzle wizzle kizzle ma sizzle. Mmmaaattt94: (Yes, I agree some brethren do hide their income but from the taxman who takes so much and keeps them in the ghetto life. ???????????????????? ) POP STAR: mah nigga obama be tryin' to rat my cheddar but they don't even realize mah fourty be lactose intolerant yadamean? dey be up in my sizzle with a bunch of drizzle on my skizzle with nundua skripplez POP STAR: (I agree.)
