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“Grandma, I love you, too, and you don’t have to worry about me, I’m going to be alright,” I said, squeezing her a little bit. A few seconds later, I heard a horn blow from outside and I already knew that it was Quay. I got up from off the couch and stretched. “Alright, grandma, I’m about to get up out of here; and stop stressing yourself and please don’t stay up waiting on me because it’s no telling what time I’m getting home,” I told her, kissing her on the cheek.
“Be safe, Diandre,” she said and I nodded my head and I was out the door.
Damn near an hour later, we were pulling up to Club Mansion and that shit was on swole. Bitches were standing in the long ass line trying to pull down their short ass dresses and kept switching to put the weight of one foot to the other because those high ass heels that they were wearing were killing them. I chuckled as I looked at a few of them stand on the concrete with their shoes in their hands and just shook my head. You could always point out the hoodrats from the classy females. No matter how bad a classy woman’s feet were hurting, I bet you one thing. She won’t dare take them mothafuckas off. Now a hoodrat, she don’t care; she’ll be on the dance floor dancing barefoot.
As we were finding a place to park, I couldn’t help but notice all the commotion going around out front. Paparazzi was taking pictures of somebody but I couldn’t see because damn near everybody in the crowd was blocking my view.
“Who the fuck is the nigga over there that got them bitches going crazy like that?” I asked, looking over at Quay.
“Oh man, that’s Quan. He that nigga now,” Quay boasted and I smiled for my nigga because he deserved that and much more.
I knew that Quan was that nigga to see in the hood but damn, I didn’t know he had the juice like that. I was proud of my nigga because the first thing that just went through my mind were those late nights when we were listening to him speak of this shit. He’d said he was going to get out of the hood with his rapping shit and to see my nigga accomplish that, I had nothing but the utmost love and respect for him. After we found a place to park, we stepped out and made our way through the thick ass crowd. Quan wasn’t no longer out there, so I assumed he must have made his way inside the building already. Of course, we didn’t have to wait in that long ass line, but we did have to get checked for heat. As soon as we stepped foot in the building, ass and titties were everywhere.
Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
A nigga was mesmerized as I watched all that ass these strippers had on stage. I had to keep telling my dick to calm down because that lil nigga kept jumping. We made our way over to V.I.P and Quan had the whole thing blocked off with a velvet rope. Bitches were standing in line, trying to get through but security wasn’t even having all of that.
“Damn, nigga, I got to wait in line, too?” I asked Quan, screaming over the music while standing right next to security, daring that nigga to say something to me.
“Aye, let that wild ass nigga in here!” Quan said, holding a bottle of Ace of Spades in his hands.
Security let the rope up and Quay and I stepped in. “Damn, nigga, I don’t know whether to dap you up or ask for your fuckin autograph. You the man, I see,” I said, giving my nigga a brotherly hug. This shit was genuine. Like, I can’t repeat how proud I was of his success.
“Dre, nigga, this shit can be you, too. You can hop on the money team right along with me. I done seen you rap. Nigga, you got bars just as much as I do,” Quan said after we took our spot on the couch.
“Nah, nigga, this shit ain’t for me. I’m a hustler, that’s all I know,” I said, waving him off.
“Well, nigga, let this shit be your hustle. The thing that make this rapping shit so easy to me is the fact that I lived through this shit. Every fuckin thing that come out my mouth is either some shit I done seen or some shit that I done did. Let this shit be your story. Tell these mothafuckas what’s on your chest and I promise you we’ll be the next N.W.A in this bitch, man,” Quan said, hyped. I ain’t gone lie, what he said sounded very convincing but I still needed time to think on this shit.
“Aye, man, my nigga is home! Whatever the fuck he want, put that shit on the tab,” Quan said, standing up and pointing at me. I laughed at this wild ass nigga then told the waitress what I wanted.
We were up in V.I.P chilling, smoking, and having a good time. I looked up and I noticed Charlie, Jaquan’s littler sister Monae and another bad ass red bone whom I’d never seen before. I was calling her a red bone but I honestly thought that she was mixed with something because I could see that she had good tresses from over here. Lil mama was the fuckin truth. I swear I didn’t even know her name but if another nigga were to try and even touch her right now, I would have probably killed his ass. She wasn’t even smiling or anything but her deep dimples in her cheeks were in full view. She was what society labels as slim thick. Yeah, she was little but the amount of ass that she was working with didn’t go unnoticed. I ain’t ever in my life looked at a bitch that really made me want to reconsider doing right by her by only having a first glance.
Right now, she was wearing a two-piece, all-white bandage dress with a pair of nude Louboutins on her feet. The part that had me in a trance was the fact that the top that she was wearing was lace and see through and her piercings that she had in her nipples were visible. If any other female would have worn some shit like that, I would have assumed that they was the biggest hoe and it would be easy for me to get them but I could tell from the way little mama was standing and how high she held her head up that she knew she was that bitch and nothing about her screamed hoe or easy. She was wearing her hair pulled back into a long, slicked back ponytail and every time she would move her head, her hair would sing, hitting her in the ass. Her make-up was on fleek and her eyebrows looked like Jesus himself came down and arched them for her. When she smiled and I saw those damn dimples come fully into view with that perfect set of teeth and smile, I swear I almost busted a damn nut.
“Damn, nigga, put your fuckin tongue in your mouth, thirsty ass nigga,” Quan said, taking me out of my trance. He and Quay were both looking at me and laughing.
“Man, who the fuck is that with Charlie and Monae?” I asked them, finally taking my eyes off of Ms. Perfect.
“My nigga, you don’t want no parts of that. That’s Toya, Charlie and Monae’s best friend. You think Charlie’s ass is mean, Toya is a different type of mean. And the bitch got some Puerto Rican in her. You know ain’t nothing worse than a black girl attitude and a Spanish attitude. The bitch is both, so that’s deadly. She remind me of Gabrielle Union on that damn movie Deliver Us From Eva,” Quan said and I had to laugh at the comparison that he’d made.
Lil mama was probably about 120 pounds soaking wet, so she wasn’t scaring nobody over here. She just needed the right nigga to tame her ass, dick her down properly, and I bet you all that attitude would be right out the window.
I watched as security let the rope up and all three woman walked through. The perfume that all three of them were wearing instantly came through our section and the shit did indeed smell good. I watched as Charlie went and sat down on Quan’s lap and I noticed Quay give Monae a look. I didn’t know what that shit was all about.
