"I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast"
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: The Dynasty: La Roc Familia
So yesterday night I had my first true ATLien experience. You know every girl gets a holla at on the sidewalk, or guys break their necks to check out homegirl in the passenger seat. Usually, we're sober and the guys have ugly fronts, or have that Jherri Curl/Soul Glo action going on. In other words they're plain BUSTED, so you just keep driving, and hope you don't catch another red light.
Yesterday night we were driving back from a party and were about to hit up McDonalds when we drive up to stoplight and homeboy driving is looking RIGHT. We all had some artificial courage in our system, so Salem rolls down the back window and they start talking, I join in on the conversation. The light turns green and we start rolling and talking at like 35 MPH (yeah that takes skill) and we get to another stoplight. Chyna yells over from the drivers side to meet us at the McDonalds we were going to. So they meet us there, and she's like "Tell them to get in the car!" I look at her like she has 5 heads.
We don't know these people, they could be crazy, but homie gets out of the car and the face matched the body. (Hell yes) so we tell them to get in the car as we wait in the drive-thru line. We were still hungry. We talked, they had just gotten off of work from Atlantic Station, they wanted to know if there were any parties....at 3:00 in the morning? Whatever, Driver's Side Homie and I started talking he was feelin the 'fro and we got the digits exchanged. It was fun to turn the tables and holla at the guy for a change.
They hopped out and left up to Dunwoody (Far as hell right!?!) but he was like "Yo Vic call me okay..."
God I love Atlanta, (and Chyna for being the Wingman of the Year, yet again.)
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