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_________________ 10 55 am pdt [ rappin' Rachel ] Matthew had me download iHam on iRye so I can drive iTunes on his machine, which is wired through the stereo. I am enjoying a festival of old school rap music. I think Matthew got tired of me repeatedly playing the crappy RealAudio version of Peach through my crappy PowerBook speakers. I love it when you call me Big Poppa. I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on, and they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin'. Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? Let me know if you will. 'Cause a chick got to live. Just chill; listen to the beats I spill. Keeping it real enables me to make another mill. Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside. Conventional methods of making love kind of bore me. Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex. You're taxing it and waxing it and working it around, till her booty starts making that clapping sound, which is cool but your friends are chillin' in the other room. You see the hood's been good to me ever since I was a lower case g; now I'm a big G. Girls see I've got the money. Hundred dollar bills, y'all. If you were from where I'm from then you would know that I gotta get mine in a big black truck; you can get yours in a six four ['64]. As I look up at the sky, my mind starts trippin', a tear drops my eye. * We're having game night tonight, so I have to clean of the living room floor and vacuum. Not too much to handle for one day but I think it's going to be another scorcher. I don't think I'd mind the heat so much if I didn't know it was going to last for another two months. Whenever I talk about the weather I think about how A) talking about the weather is boring and is sort of the emblem of "small talk" and B) Sam actually loved to talk about the weather. He was really interested in the weather. He probably still is. The heat is already starting to rise. I better get to work... Let's flip the track and bring the old school back. * respectively, that would be:
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