Man these two bull s been acting so uppity the last few days that I gots no choice but to break some history on these two fools. With how made they being, repping snitches like Kobe, dissing veteran OGs, and thinking they somebody, they lucky the police ain't digging caps out they domes bout now. (This kinda a long story, but be patient when you read there a lot of history)
Now, I'm a hardcore with two blackhearts tatted on my face, but I feel something having to drop a dime on Koolaidman. He was a straight gangsta, ruthless. He do anything for Deuce. In short, we loved the and respected him. He being a few years younger than us OGs, he was like our favorite nephew that we was grooming to take over the family bidness.
It all started wit him in 1986. I just got out the pen doing a 3 year stint for a 211 (that's armed robbery for you uppity fools that been raised in the burbs yo whole life), I had to do some community service during my probation so I went to work at this children's shelter.
That's where I found Koolaidman. Just a little man in those days, 10 years old and skinny as . The lady there told me he was born in Africa and that his mom and pops died of aids. Some charity found his ass in a hut, flies all over his face and crying and hungry. So they snatched him up and brought him to the states.
I got to hanging with him, like a mentor and . Now this little was raw and looked as if he couldn't kill a fly, but there was something there. A killer. I saw potential.
So Ray-Ray, making big ends selling sherm and weed, spread some money around and got Koolaid to come home wit me.
With us, we showed him the ways of the hood. How to cook crack, how to put a potato on the barrel of a gat, how to handle hoes, all that . We turned him from skinny African nobody into a straight gangsta.
We also gave him the name he use now because this is straight addicted to Koolaid. We be drinking 40s, and this fool would pass that up to get on some Koolaid. I think it's in his genes to like that . Lookie here, he came from a tribe of hunters that use to drink the blood of their kills, hoping to get all swole and powerful from it. So this is just following his roots, but instead of blood it's red koolaid.
But it wasn't all work. We also showed him the game of basketball and along wit that, the Los Angeles Lakers.
Now in those days the Lakers were in Inglewood and the pride of the hood. They didn't have no snitch ass Kobe and played in the Forum instead of that uppity bull Staples Center.
Kooaidman loved them. And if any cracka or honky tried to come at him repping the Celtics, he'd put them down. That's how hardcore this dude was about the Lakers.
So, Hoover continued to get swole, dominating all the games in South Central. We all became millionaires. This is when Koolaid started disappearing for long stretches at a time. We found he was going to the Hills and hanging wit some uppity negro he called Lakaluva.
Now Koolaid had tons of rep, so any friend of his is a friend of ours. We felt like we owe it to Kool to give this no name Lakaluva a chance.
When we first met this busta we was in the '64 one day ready to go to the club and drop some dolla bills in the thongs of some hoes. Koolaid said to us "Why don't we go pick my boy." So we did.
Here what this look like when he first step out his crib:
. We all busted up. Me, Ray-Ray, Loco, Bear. We busted this 's chops, telling his busta ass to quit trying to look like the lost member of Kid N Play. So we told him to get back inside and put on some man clothes, he ain't allowed to ride in the 64 looking like a in cartoon.
Thing is, Koolaid didn't laugh or bust jokes. His face all serious. We kinda knew then that something might be going on wit these two, we just didn't know what.
All right dudes, I gotta bounce. I'll give yall part two in a bit.
Keep it real.
Last edited by OGBobbyJohnson; 05-12-2010 at 02:56 AM.
Man these two bull s been acting so uppity the last few days that I gots no choice but to break some history on these two fools. With how made they being, repping snitches like Kobe, dissing veteran OGs, and thinking they somebody, they lucky the police ain't digging caps out they domes bout now. (This kinda a long story, but be patient when you read there a lot of history)
Now, I'm a hardcore with two blackhearts tatted on my face, but I feel something having to drop a dime on Koolaidman. He was a straight gangsta, ruthless. He do anything for Deuce. In short, we loved the and respected him. He being a few years younger than us OGs, he was like our favorite nephew that we was grooming to over the family bidness.
It all started wit him in 1986. I just got out the pen doing a 3 year stint for a 211 (that's armed robbery for you uppity fools that been raised in the burbs yo whole life), I had to do some community service during my probation so I went to work at this children's shelter.
That's where I found Koolaidman. Just a little man in those days, 10 years old and skinny as . The lady there told me he was born in Africa and that his mom and pops died of aids. Some charity found his ass in a hut, flies all over his face and crying and hungry. So they snatched him up and brought him to the states.
I got to hanging with him, like a mentor and . Now this little was raw and looked as if he couldn't kill a fly, but there was something there. A killer. I saw potential.
So Ray-Ray, making big ends selling sherm and weed, spread some money around and got Koolaid to come wit me.
With us, we showed him the ways of the hood. How to cook crack, how to put a potato on the barrel of a gat, how to handle hoes, all that . We turned him from skinny African nobody into a straight gangsta.
We also gave him the name he use now because this is straight addicted to Koolaid. We be drinking 40s, and this fool would pass that up to get on some Koolaid. I think it's in his genes to like that . Lookie here, he came from a tribe of hunters that use to drink the blood of their kills, hoping to get all swole and powerful from it. So this is just following his roots, but instead of blood it's red koolaid.
But it wasn't all work. We also showed him the game of basketball and along wit that, the Los Angeles Lakers.
Now in those days the Lakers were in Inglewood and the pride of the hood. They didn't have no snitch ass Kobe and played in the Forum instead of that uppity bull Staples Center.
Kooaidman loved them. And if any cracka or honky tried to come at him repping the Celtics, he'd put them down. That's how hardcore this dude was about the Lakers.
So, Hoover continued to get swole, dominating all the games in South Central. We all became millionaires. This is when Koolaid started disappearing for long stretches at a time. We found he was going to the Hills and hanging wit some uppity negro he called Lakaluva.
Now Koolaid had tons of rep, so any friend of his is a friend of ours.
When we first met this busta we was in the '64 one day ready to go to the club and drop some dolla bills in the thongs of some hoes. Koolaid said to us "Why do we go pick me boy." So we did.
Here what this look like when he first step out his house:
. We all busted up. Me, Ray-Ray, Loco, Bear. We busted this 's chops, telling his busta ass to quit trying to look like the lost member of Kid N Play. So we told him to get back inside and put on some man clothes, he ain't allowed to ride in the 64 looking like a in cartoon.
Thing is, Koolaid didn't laugh or bust jokes. His face all serious. We kinda knew then that something might be going wit these two, we just didn't know what.
All right dudes, I gotta bounce. I'll give yall part two in a bit.
Keep it real.
Can't wait for Part Two!!!!
Man these two bull s been acting so uppity the last few days that I gots no choice but to break some history on these two fools. With how made they being, repping snitches like Kobe, dissing veteran OGs, and thinking they somebody, they lucky the police ain't digging caps out they domes bout now. (This kinda a long story, but be patient when you read there a lot of history)
Now, I'm a hardcore with two blackhearts tatted on my face, but I feel something having to drop a dime on Koolaidman. He was a straight gangsta, ruthless. He do anything for Deuce. In short, we loved the and respected him. He being a few years younger than us OGs, he was like our favorite nephew that we was grooming to over the family bidness.
It all started wit him in 1986. I just got out the pen doing a 3 year stint for a 211 (that's armed robbery for you uppity fools that been raised in the burbs yo whole life), I had to do some community service during my probation so I went to work at this children's shelter.
That's where I found Koolaidman. Just a little man in those days, 10 years old and skinny as . The lady there told me he was born in Africa and that his mom and pops died of aids. Some charity found his ass in a hut, flies all over his face and crying and hungry. So they snatched him up and brought him to the states.
I got to hanging with him, like a mentor and . Now this little was raw and looked as if he couldn't kill a fly, but there was something there. A killer. I saw potential.
So Ray-Ray, making big ends selling sherm and weed, spread some money around and got Koolaid to come wit me.
With us, we showed him the ways of the hood. How to cook crack, how to put a potato on the barrel of a gat, how to handle hoes, all that . We turned him from skinny African nobody into a straight gangsta.
We also gave him the name he use now because this is straight addicted to Koolaid. We be drinking 40s, and this fool would pass that up to get on some Koolaid. I think it's in his genes to like that . Lookie here, he came from a tribe of hunters that use to drink the blood of their kills, hoping to get all swole and powerful from it. So this is just following his roots, but instead of blood it's red koolaid.
But it wasn't all work. We also showed him the game of basketball and along wit that, the Los Angeles Lakers.
Now in those days the Lakers were in Inglewood and the pride of the hood. They didn't have no snitch ass Kobe and played in the Forum instead of that uppity bull Staples Center.
Kooaidman loved them. And if any cracka or honky tried to come at him repping the Celtics, he'd put them down. That's how hardcore this dude was about the Lakers.
So, Hoover continued to get swole, dominating all the games in South Central. We all became millionaires. This is when Koolaid started disappearing for long stretches at a time. We found he was going to the Hills and hanging wit some uppity negro he called Lakaluva.
Now Koolaid had tons of rep, so any friend of his is a friend of ours.
When we first met this busta we was in the '64 one day ready to go to the club and drop some dolla bills in the thongs of some hoes. Koolaid said to us "Why do we go pick me boy." So we did.
Here what this look like when he first step out his house:
. We all busted up. Me, Ray-Ray, Loco, Bear. We busted this 's chops, telling his busta ass to quit trying to look like the lost member of Kid N Play. So we told him to get back inside and put on some man clothes, he ain't allowed to ride in the 64 looking like a in cartoon.
Thing is, Koolaid didn't laugh or bust jokes. His face all serious. We kinda knew then that something might be going wit these two, we just didn't know what.
All right dudes, I gotta bounce. I'll give yall part two in a bit.
Keep it real.
lmfao ing owned
Man these two bull s been acting so uppity the last few days that I gots no choice but to break some history on these two fools. With how made they being, repping snitches like Kobe, dissing veteran OGs, and thinking they somebody, they lucky the police ain't digging caps out they domes bout now. (This kinda a long story, but be patient when you read there a lot of history)
Now, I'm a hardcore with two blackhearts tatted on my face, but I feel something having to drop a dime on Koolaidman. He was a straight gangsta, ruthless. He do anything for Deuce. In short, we loved the and respected him. He being a few years younger than us OGs, he was like our favorite nephew that we was grooming to take over the family bidness.
It all started wit him in 1986. I just got out the pen doing a 3 year stint for a 211 (that's armed robbery for you uppity fools that been raised in the burbs yo whole life), I had to do some community service during my probation so I went to work at this children's shelter.
That's where I found Koolaidman. Just a little man in those days, 10 years old and skinny as . The lady there told me he was born in Africa and that his mom and pops died of aids. Some charity found his ass in a hut, flies all over his face and crying and hungry. So they snatched him up and brought him to the states.
I got to hanging with him, like a mentor and . Now this little was raw and looked as if he couldn't kill a fly, but there was something there. A killer. I saw potential.
So Ray-Ray, making big ends selling sherm and weed, spread some money around and got Koolaid to come home wit me.
With us, we showed him the ways of the hood. How to cook crack, how to put a potato on the barrel of a gat, how to handle hoes, all that . We turned him from skinny African nobody into a straight gangsta.
We also gave him the name he use now because this is straight addicted to Koolaid. We be drinking 40s, and this fool would pass that up to get on some Koolaid. I think it's in his genes to like that . Lookie here, he came from a tribe of hunters that use to drink the blood of their kills, hoping to get all swole and powerful from it. So this is just following his roots, but instead of blood it's red koolaid.
But it wasn't all work. We also showed him the game of basketball and along wit that, the Los Angeles Lakers.
Now in those days the Lakers were in Inglewood and the pride of the hood. They didn't have no snitch ass Kobe and played in the Forum instead of that uppity bull Staples Center.
Kooaidman loved them. And if any cracka or honky tried to come at him repping the Celtics, he'd put them down. That's how hardcore this dude was about the Lakers.
So, Hoover continued to get swole, dominating all the games in South Central. We all became millionaires. This is when Koolaid started disappearing for long stretches at a time. We found he was going to the Hills and hanging wit some uppity negro he called Lakaluva.
Now Koolaid had tons of rep, so any friend of his is a friend of ours. We felt like we owe it to Kool to give this no name Lakaluva a chance.
When we first met this busta we was in the '64 one day ready to go to the club and drop some dolla bills in the thongs of some hoes. Koolaid said to us "Why do we go pick my boy." So we did.
Here what this look like when he first step out his house:
. We all busted up. Me, Ray-Ray, Loco, Bear. We busted this 's chops, telling his busta ass to quit trying to look like the lost member of Kid N Play. So we told him to get back inside and put on some man clothes, he ain't allowed to ride in the 64 looking like a in cartoon.
Thing is, Koolaid didn't laugh or bust jokes. His face all serious. We kinda knew then that something might be going on wit these two, we just didn't know what.
All right dudes, I gotta bounce. I'll give yall part two in a bit.
Keep it real.
love this troll
you're really butthurt over Kool till you had to bring OGBobbyJohnson back....but remember OGBobby is not a gangsta...he rides skateboards and does Nollie Flips...
I can bring him back, anytime. And his first order of bidness will be slapping your hoe ass around.you're really butthurt over Kool till you had to bring OGBobbyJohnson back....
nahhh he can't see Kool...not as long as he's turning tricks on skateboards...
you're in' lame and out of everyone on ST you're a in' loser... who the has the time to come up with some bs no one gives a to read? you. who the cares about putting that much effort into looking cool amongst internet forum members by making stupid up? you. who the thinks they're funny by typing some dribble about others no one gives a about? you. who the has a complex but still tries to find ways to be accepted by others? you.
pathetic... i in' hate this forum nowadays, yall are a bunch of pathetic stupid s and ST has totally gone down the ter in the past 2-3 yrs with losers like you midnightre . !
you're in' lame and out of everyone on ST you're a in' loser... who the has the time to come up with some bs no one gives a to read? you. who the cares about putting that much effort into looking cool amongst internet forum members by making stupid up? you. who the thinks they're funny by typing some dribble about others no one gives a about? you. who the has a complex but still tries to find ways to be accepted by others? you.
pathetic... i in' hate this forum nowadays, yall are a bunch of pathetic stupid s and ST has totally gone down the ter in the past 2-3 yrs with losers like you midnightre . !
Sorry dude...but I'm adding this to my sig soon....It's classic imo...
speaking of going in the ter (no stop thinking about the random s at the bar you hang out with, got) that's your first good one in a while.
bieber... nuff said.
Indeed. Perry's been dogging it likely so it was nice to see a return to form. He needs to give up his pipe dream of being a tattoo artist (lol, can't even draw stars) and just stick to melting down on Spurstalk, which appears to be his true calling in life.
seriously, you all!
trailer trash version of anthony kiedis... nuff said.
tbh, I'm wondering if any of these random group of dip s ever trusted him to give them a tattoo and ending up getting something that a 2nd grader could've tatted on them.
He's just speaking truth...talk about dropping dimes on Midget....I know I had some problems with some gay slur Laker fans but they never tried to me like Koriwhat just did you...He really put you in your place midget...and I agree with him...but I let you carry on for sheer entertainment value.
How the did I miss this?!
Hey, Perry, if reference to wasting my time coming up with no one cares about, this was some of my better work:
Joseph-Gordon Levitt interview about playing our very own Koriwhat in his upcoming movie "Hesher."
Except from the interview:
Shad Jenkinship: What exactly is a "hesher?"
Joseph Gordon-Levitt: (laughs) How can I describe this while still being politically correct. (pauses) They're typically a lower-class Southern male - but they have been known to exist all over the country and world - who are very aggressive and anti-social, but have a unique style and at ude. They have long hair, a perpetual black eye and bloody lip, listen to heavy metal, and seemingly can't grow facial hair beyond the peach fuzz phase, no matter how old they are.
Basically, they're the guy who carves the Slayer logo into his chest, sells bags of Oregano disguised as marijuana to middle-schoolers, dismisses personal hygiene, huffs paint, dreams of one day owning a Camaro I-ROC, lights small animals on fire, carries nunchucks in his back pocket, jerks off into the mayonnaise at the grocery store before putting it back onto the shelf, and generally just likes to cause trouble for the of it.
SJ: I understand your character in the movie was based off a real person.
JGL: Yeah. A guy named Perry who lives in San Antonio.
SJ: Tell me about your preparation for the role, which took you to San Antonio where you spent six weeks with Perry.
JGL: (laughs for a good minute) This guy is something else. He picks me up at the airport in this 1984 Firebird that looks like complete . Like it just had an accident. I get in, and the odor of turpentine hits me like a hammer. At my feet are a pile of turpentine soaked rags that I presume Perry was using to get high. I politely tell him that the odor is making me sick and then ask him if we could put them in the trunk. He simply tells me, " no, ."
Perry's 1984 Firebird
SJ: (laughs) How was the ride to your hotel?
JGL: Brutal. I have my head out the window like a dog, gasping for air, feeling near death, and here's Perry head-banging away to Judas Priest's "Breaking the Law" with not a care in the world.
SJ: Most people would've walked away at the point.
JGL: I was close, trust me. Especially when Perry started masturbating at a railroad stop. But the reason I signed on to "Hesher" was for the challenge, so enduring six weeks with this person was simply going to be another part of that challenge. And I figured it would all be worth it if it would allow me to bring more authenticity to the character.
SJ: Tell me about some of your experiences with Perry.
JGL: Hanging out with him, I never knew what the next day would bring...
SJ: Before you begin, I have to ask: Did you actually participate in any of these situations, many of which I assume were illegal?
JGL: No. I just observed. And I told Perry that I would report him if he were to do anything super serious, like kill a dog, blow up a car, call in a bomb threat to the Alamo, or something. He called me a "pussy ass " for that, but I could tell the message got through to him. Still, he was disappointed. Later he confessed to me that he wanted to dig up a grave.
SJ: So what did you see Perry do?
JGL: Wow. Not sure if I can remember everything. The guy literally lives to bother other people, so each day was filled with such. He'd drive down the street and call every passing pedestrian a . He filled water balloons with urine and threw them at parked cars. He bought a stack of pornographic magazines and put them on the steps at a church. He tried to crash a local high-school dance. One of his favorite things to do is to go to a public place and step into someone's picture as they're taking it. As funny as that seems, I think it's an expression of his desire to have friends and to be accepted by normal society.
SJ: He doesn't have any friends?
JGL: No. Everyone seems to hate the guy, which I felt bad about, but at the same time, could completely understand. He's a very abrasive, obnoxious, and destructive individual.
SJ: Did you become friends with him?
JGL: I tried, but he made things difficult. I told him that when "Hesher" premieres at Sundance, I'd fly him out, all expenses paid. He responded by asking me if he'd be able to dry hump Natalie Portman. At that point, I felt it best to cut off all contact with him. I will say this, though, without his "tutelage," so to speak, I don't think I would've been able to bring the same level of realism to the role as I did. For that, I will always be indebted to him.
SJ: Do you think you'll contact him again?
JGL: It's doubtful. I can only take being called a so many times.
"Hesher" comes to theaters in limited release on April 1st.
www.hesherinfo.com
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