Editor’s note: 40 DAWG describes a real-life moment with a live-action Riley Freeman
I hate Hip-Hop sometimes…
While walking thru this city of ours on my lunch break today I was gonna run up in Dr. Jay’s on 34th to see if I could come up on some “hood staples” on sale in their sneaker dept (I did – some Barkleys and some AF1’s for a buck). I’m about 100 feet from the store listening to my iPhone and all of a sudden something is thrust in front of my face. I proceed to slap the item and the hand and arm holding it down in a natural instinctive fashion. Dude proceeds to have a mild attitude and then reassesses when I glare back at his monkey ass. His “Street Team” comes over to his aid and now that he has numbers I’m asked the requisite
“What the fuck yo? We just out here tryna grind yo!”
To which I respond,
“And your man fucked up by jamming something in my face.”
So this little dibby-dibby army of four packs in closer together forming what they thought was a “wall” and I’m like,
“So you mad now? If you gonna move, then move if not step the fuck off…”
They didn’t wanna move, but wasn’t gonna do nothing so I proceeded to part their little crowd like Moses. One finally chirps up,
“Thats fucked up yo, that ain’t hip-hop yo! Support real hip-hop!!!”
I chucked them the bird, turned around and proceeded on my way…
I hate Hip-Hop sometimes…
