Cause the boys in the hood is always hard
Come talking that trash, we'll pull your card.
Knowing nothin in life, but to be legit....
That's right. Despite the fact that we moved as far west as we possibly could (right next to the Everglades), we've never managed to leave the hood.
This week, there was a drive-by shooting on the house two doors down from ours. Apparently, some ghetto nutjob (actually, he lives in our neighborhood) decided to take a few shots at his baby-momma and her boyfriend. He wasn't too happy with her trying to extort him (child support) while she had sex with someone else.
So the cops closed off our street for about six hours for the CSI. It was interesting. It brought back memories of the neighborhood that I grew up in outside of Detroit. If nothing else, it was a good excuse for us to hang out outside and meet some new neighbors - as a dozen police cars certainly draws a crowd. Plus, one of neighbors made me some meatloaf for dinner as we stood outside chatting.
During our conversation with the neighbors, we also learned that the young man who was living at the house across the street from ours recently was busted for robbing a local Dunkin Donuts.
That's right. I'm just trying to keep it real. Only in South Florida, can you live in a $300,000 house and still be right smack in the middle of the ghetto.
Good thing we've got our Bluetick Coonhound Security System looking out for us. She's worth her weight in gold.
6 comments:
BEST....POST....EVER....
south florida is the crime capital of america. period. even in the nicest safest spots, it has an element of ghetto.
good thing we've got our glock 40, kel-tec 32 and 410 remington ready for us. my wife can even fire 'em.
Yay for more opportunities to meet neighbors. I thought that was close to you when I saw it on the news. Not only is the tri-county area the place to buy outrageously overpriced houses in neighborhoods resembling ghetto life, we've also got more than our fair share of registered sex offenders. Imagine what it's like in the $150,000 neighborhoods - must be REALLY rough there.
By the way, thanks for filling my head with long lost NWA lyrics. And to think I just trashed my old Eazy-Duz-It tape a couple weeks ago.
That pic reminds me of when me, you, and darkness used to creep on some mark a$$ bi**es.. Crackin them fools...... ( I'm the one in the back seat)
WestSide!!!!
That dude should have known the girl wuttin nuthin but a hootchie mamma.
And you know we be rollin in the 64 packin tecs and glots wit niggas who got the 187 skills.
WESTSIDE FOR LIFE......RIDE OR DIE.
(Lew, you can take nigga out the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out the nigga. Keep it real.)
Let's be clear about this: you trashed your Eazy Duz It tape because you've since replaced it with digital copies, right?
Someday, when I've got kids running around the house, I'll have to consider getting rid of my NWA, Eazy E, Getto Boyz, Ice Cube, Body Count, and ICP. Until then, they remain, barely used, but intact.
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