mintcar

Very rapid swigs of alcohol, loud and bassy music, moving bodies crammed into a small space makes for a happy Jean. Tonight was fun, and I am glad. I've got no problems. Thanks to you supportive dudes who listen and give me lots of smiles. The more you know me, the more you will realize my stories come in spurts of revelations. For letting me go on and on, I send you my deepest apologies and my deepest gratitude. :-)

Where's my black velour Juicy?

I end this blog entry on a note that indicates just how deep I am, as I grasp and share an ironic sense of jest, much like a secret language or an inside joke. Yeah, whatever. This is just a sweet ass tune (and because you were asssss-king for it!):

Got you working with some ass yeah
You bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah
His last yeah
Hoes clown when you pass yeah
They mad yeah
You gon' ride in the Jag yeah
With dad yeah
You could smoke or buy a bag yeah
A grass yeah
Got money I confess yeah
And trash yeah

...
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playing with
Back that ass up

...
You got to steel, big ass, yeah
Make me laugh, yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Wanna grab that
I'm sweating on the draws, yeah
On hard, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off, yeah
Get, how you gon' yours, yeah
That's for sure, yeah
You fucking with my nerves, yeah
To the curb, yeah
I know you bitches know, yeah
And it show, yeah
But a nigga got some more, yeah
I'm 'bout to flow, yeah
Fresh off some shit, yeah
In his bitch, yeah
We be making hit, yeah
After hit, yeah
Them titties sitting nice, yeah
I wanna bite, yeah
I could fuck you right, yeah
All night, yeah
Wanna bring it to my house, yeah
On the couch, yeah
Knock the pussy out, yeah
Get them out, yeah


(For those who like to notice trivia in my blog, answer me this: in how many entries have I included lyrics to Juvenile's "Back that Ass Up"? Prize if you guess right).