Cign yor pity on the runny tine. (c) PootieTang.
My SECOND language.
**LOL…my little brother and I text message each other in Pootie Tang language…it’s stupid as hell, and has been going on forever, but for some reason, it’s still funny…one day, his fiancee (snooping, of course) got hold of his phone, and texted back, like “who the f*ck is this, texting my man? You think you slick, with all of this code ish”…then again, this is the same girl who believed me, when I told her about my brother’s secret injury…that he blew out his lower lip in ’88, during a tragic beatboxing mishap, and was on life support for a month….SMH at some people, lol
then again, this is the same girl who believed me, when I told her about my brotherâ€™s secret injuryâ€¦that he blew out his lower lip in â€˜88, during a tragic beatboxing mishap, and was on life support for a monthâ€¦.SMH at some people, lol
LOL. I bet he caught her staring at the orange juice container ’cause it said “concentrate”.
I watched the cipher wit’ Ras Kass and dem and was kinda of blown away by that Flo chick and her french bars. Turns out she spits in english too, found her myspace there http://myspace.com/freemyflo. And yeah Ras still has it, and Ortiz definitely entertained us. That was the best cipher allover, I’d say!