Here I go! I am on fire. I been thinking about this shit lately and I have come to the conclusion that Harlem ain't what it used to be.
Being at the African American Day Parade was fun as hell. Me and my boy Gorgeous Billy Jenkins, because he gets all the ladies, were chillin right on 125th street. The great part about it was we were hanging with some old Black women, the grandmothers and great grandmothers of Harlem. Those ladies were fun as hell and racist as all get out now! But, their racism was somewhat validated at times. That's all I will say on that!
Now, as Billy and I walked from 125th to 129th to pow wow in St. Nick projects, I noticed some ugly things about Harlem - the fellas. The ladies, young and old, were beautiful as usual. They were gorgeous and workin' it. But, what the fuck is going on with these little brothas?
Here is an example of one little dude I saw: green sneakers, yellow shoe laces, tight black jeans hanging off his ass, huge bedazzled belt buckle, tight white tee shirt, and green and yellow cap. And, that's your typical guy in Harlem now - bright and goofy lookin like some dude waitin to get robbed! But, there's no real Harlem dudes to do the jackin. LOL.
Where's the hood at? What happen to Harlem? It's like ever since these sissy ass Dipset retards showed up promoting this gay lifestyle, it's somehow been cool to rock fruity ass colors! WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? I know Dipset is the only thing viable reppin Harlem in terms of rap music (not real Hip Hop, there is a difference). But, since that's the case, I'd rather listen to country music, not follow these frilly dudes' homo-erotic fashion statements.
How do you walkin outside ya house looking like a gay Skittles commercial? How does your mother let you walk out the house looking like a ghetto Ronald McDonald? WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? What happen to the days when Harlem was hardcore. The only people you caught lookin colorful were Jamaicans but in a Jamaican pride way, absolutely NOT a I-want-a-dick-up-my-ass way! WHERE'S THE HOOD AT?
And then to make matters worse, these dudes are out-dancing the women. I know the ladies are asking the fellas to do more than the two-step in the club. HOWEVER, I am pretty sure they didn't ask the fellas to push them out of the middle of the floor so they can dance with each other. WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? Fellas aren't supposed to be comparing dance moves with each other. FUCK THAT GAY SHIT! Y'all supposed to be grinding up on the juicy booty chick to get her in trouble for when her momma come walkin by! WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? How y'all dancin with each other like some females? WHERE'S THE HOOD AT?
I blame the older brothas! I blame them for not checkin these young cats "at the door". Y'all too damn lax on these little dudes. Y'all see that shit, speak up! Tell them that shit ain't cool! Pants saggin is one thing but purposely pullin ya tight ass jeans so low ya "exit only" becomes an "easy entry"? WHERE'S THE HOOD AT?
WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? I ain't gon sit here and say all of Harlem is looking real faggedy! I saw some young pups out there ready to become full fledged dogs! But, they need to start checkin these man-bitches at the door since the older brothas aren't doin it!
I point to my boy Billy who's real Harlem. He keeps it real! You see Billy in the streets and you can't call into question his sexuality. You know he likes women! He ain't wearing no tight anything, his pants sag but only slightly, and he doesn't walk with his ass poking out (yeah that's a clue too). I would use myself as an example but I don't claim Harlem. I claim the Bronx and we been keepin it gully since day one! We ain't never, nor will we ever be into that frilly shit. I stand corrected.
Anyway, with that,
Being at the African American Day Parade was fun as hell. Me and my boy Gorgeous Billy Jenkins, because he gets all the ladies, were chillin right on 125th street. The great part about it was we were hanging with some old Black women, the grandmothers and great grandmothers of Harlem. Those ladies were fun as hell and racist as all get out now! But, their racism was somewhat validated at times. That's all I will say on that!
Now, as Billy and I walked from 125th to 129th to pow wow in St. Nick projects, I noticed some ugly things about Harlem - the fellas. The ladies, young and old, were beautiful as usual. They were gorgeous and workin' it. But, what the fuck is going on with these little brothas?
Here is an example of one little dude I saw: green sneakers, yellow shoe laces, tight black jeans hanging off his ass, huge bedazzled belt buckle, tight white tee shirt, and green and yellow cap. And, that's your typical guy in Harlem now - bright and goofy lookin like some dude waitin to get robbed! But, there's no real Harlem dudes to do the jackin. LOL.
Where's the hood at? What happen to Harlem? It's like ever since these sissy ass Dipset retards showed up promoting this gay lifestyle, it's somehow been cool to rock fruity ass colors! WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? I know Dipset is the only thing viable reppin Harlem in terms of rap music (not real Hip Hop, there is a difference). But, since that's the case, I'd rather listen to country music, not follow these frilly dudes' homo-erotic fashion statements.
How do you walkin outside ya house looking like a gay Skittles commercial? How does your mother let you walk out the house looking like a ghetto Ronald McDonald? WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? What happen to the days when Harlem was hardcore. The only people you caught lookin colorful were Jamaicans but in a Jamaican pride way, absolutely NOT a I-want-a-dick-up-my-ass way! WHERE'S THE HOOD AT?
And then to make matters worse, these dudes are out-dancing the women. I know the ladies are asking the fellas to do more than the two-step in the club. HOWEVER, I am pretty sure they didn't ask the fellas to push them out of the middle of the floor so they can dance with each other. WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? Fellas aren't supposed to be comparing dance moves with each other. FUCK THAT GAY SHIT! Y'all supposed to be grinding up on the juicy booty chick to get her in trouble for when her momma come walkin by! WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? How y'all dancin with each other like some females? WHERE'S THE HOOD AT?
I blame the older brothas! I blame them for not checkin these young cats "at the door". Y'all too damn lax on these little dudes. Y'all see that shit, speak up! Tell them that shit ain't cool! Pants saggin is one thing but purposely pullin ya tight ass jeans so low ya "exit only" becomes an "easy entry"? WHERE'S THE HOOD AT?
WHERE'S THE HOOD AT? I ain't gon sit here and say all of Harlem is looking real faggedy! I saw some young pups out there ready to become full fledged dogs! But, they need to start checkin these man-bitches at the door since the older brothas aren't doin it!
I point to my boy Billy who's real Harlem. He keeps it real! You see Billy in the streets and you can't call into question his sexuality. You know he likes women! He ain't wearing no tight anything, his pants sag but only slightly, and he doesn't walk with his ass poking out (yeah that's a clue too). I would use myself as an example but I don't claim Harlem. I claim the Bronx and we been keepin it gully since day one! We ain't never, nor will we ever be into that frilly shit. I stand corrected.
Anyway, with that,
I, Anthony Taurus, as a representative of the Bronx and New York City, and former Harlem resident, hereby, revoke Harlem's Hood Status until Harlem redeems it's former glory through marked improvements in all styles!
Being that I am a representative of the Bronx, this revocation of Hood Status bans all Harlem residents from travel to any specific destination in the Bronx without an approved escort.
Being that I am a representative of the Bronx, this revocation of Hood Status bans all Harlem residents from travel to any specific destination in the Bronx without an approved escort.
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