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| Pimp Master O and his streetball team, The Souljas, are trying to come back to their mother, Penisha, from a high stakes streetball game and he encounters prostitutes on the street corner (Sirens), drug dealers (Lotus Eaters), cops (Poseidon), a rival gang leader (Cyclops), a rap battle (the Land of the Dead), a library & librarian (Circe). Speak to me O Gangsta, of the playa who was coming home from a streetball tournament and encountered multiple miscellaneous obstacles that a brotha would find in his hood. He and his team were of the same cloth. They were raised with a basketball in their hands. Some would say they had mad skillz. One was for sure, they were ballas by nature. They were all cool with the ghetto gods. This is how they won many a pickup streetball game. After a hard fought fo’-hour dunkfest, the Souljas missed their mama and so they decided to take a shortcut through their hood. But even though it was only 30 blocks to their project, the journey would take much longer then they thought. As they passed the first corner, a shadowy figure stepped out of the darkness. He had a joint in his mouth and he be blowing trees. He took the joint from his mouth and offered it to the Souljas requesting that they puff for a while. One of the playas couldn’t resist. He needed to chill after the game so he took the bud and sat down, never wanting to get up again. So they strapped him to the roof of their bemah and they skeets away so the reefers can’t deal anymore. But they didn’t know that the Po Po had an undercover detective watching the deal go down. So the detective followed the Souljas and tried to stop them from getting home. So he called in to the police station and had them set up road blocks so the Souljas couldn’t get home. When they were rolling down Martin Luther King Drive, they saw a bunch of fly looking honeys standing on corner. So they got out the car and limped over. They was like, “Sku me, shorty, what tha dilly yo?” She replied, “We be iight. How bout you homies come over here for a while?” But then Pimp Master O was like, “Yo boyz, we playaz we ain’t need deez hoodrats.” And then they was like, “Word up!” So they was outy. They were bo jangling for about three blocks and one of the Souljas got capped. And Pimp Master O was like, “Dang foo, deez thugs be packin’ a piece!” So they all ducked down and then a giant shadow came over them. They looked up and saw the baddest thug in the whole hood. It was Cykwontae, reppin the Crips. Pimp Master O knew he had to bust a move before Cykwontae pulled out his nine. So he said, “We be po. Ain’t no point in jackin’ us. We ain’t got no snaps!” And Cykwontae stood back to let them go. That’s when Pimp Master O gave that gangsta a curb job. They were now more then halfway back to the projects. They passed by the public library and they needed a place to rest. So they went inside and sat down. Then the librarian came up to them and offered them a book. They were so tired that they started reading and forgot the time. Before they knew it, it was three days later and the librarian had turned some of his playas into white boys who could read. Pimp Master O was horrified. So he and his crew, towing the white boys behind, jetted out that place. They got lost about 4 blocks from home when they heard a rap battle was going down. It had been a while since they heard some playaz spitting some rhymes so they decided to go have a look-see. There was a rapper named Tyrese who got shot in the eyes when he was a kid so he had turned to rapping. In the middle of the battle, Pimp Master O yelled out to him, asking how they could get home. And Tyrese replied, “Go to right, go to the left, and try to not get shot in the chest.” So Pimp Master O turned around and left for home. When he got there, Penisha didn’t recognize them. She knew that her boys wouldn’t associate with wimpy white boys. So she asked him to spit her favorite rhymes and when he did, she gave him a big hug and they all sat down for dinner. |