I’m an old school bitch. For reals and to da heart! Even though I’m a wife, mother and a contributing citizen to society doesn’t mean I can’t still get my groove on to some old school rap music. And like I said, who says rappers can’t be romantical…in thier thug ass ganster ways? C’mon, everyone’s got a romantical side to them…even gangsta ass niggas. This use to be my jam when I was about 22, rolling in my ol’ man’s El Co on the way to visit him on Saturday, while he was locked up. Oh how I miss those days. Ok. Not really. Far from it, actally, but I did (and still do) enjoy the music of my 20′s and this one was the shit (way back when) and again, who said rapper’s can’t be romantical…in their own ghetto ass, scandelous, womanizing sort of way that only they know how to be??? Listen to this jam of the 90′s, my days, and you’ll agree with me that many thug babies were conceived to this B.I.G. jam…oh the good ol’ days, how I miss thee.
And as a side note, I still remember the extact time and place I was when I heard B.I.G. died. We were at Jack’s Liquor (in Long Beach) , Sunday around 11:30′ish on a Sunday mornining when we got the new from a cluck head (dope fiend). We didn’t belive it but when it was confirmed it was like DAYUUUM! WTF??? Terrible.
