This album simply has too much sex appeal.
Let me tell you a little story about innocent Hykeem:
It was Monday, Tuesday—no, Thursday—and Hykeem was telling his girlfriend (he finally found one) about the birds and the bees while pouring her orange soda. Some would say it’s a good flirt. Later, his unknown cousin, Kendrick, showed up. "Top of the mornin'; let’s go gambling, Keem."
Keem's eyes sparked with excitement, as he knew he basically invented ... read more
The Range Rover was still vibrating from the high-speed chase, the interior smelling like burnt rubber and Hykeem’s pure, unadulterated terror, Keem was very afraid.
They were parked in a dimly lit alleyway in the heart of the city, the engine ticking as it cooled.
Hykeem was hunched over in the backseat, his hood pulled tight around his face until he looked like a panicked thumb. "They’re gonna kill me, K. They’re gonna turn me into an' ad-lib or bury me under a ... read more
should have stayed where there is no service...just dont go big country again.
It was a Thursday when the Hillbillies pulled up in their Range Rover to go to the Ca$ino. The sun was beating down on the asphalt of the city, until the vibe was shattered by the sight of a white Prius lurking in the side mirror. It wasn’t just a Prius—it was a fucking Prius filled with men wearing dead-eyed penguin masks and clutching heavy chrome.
"They are not like us!" K.Dot screamed from the passenger seat.
The cousin who was driving looked at K.Dot, totally ... read more