To Live and Die in Silverlake

Monday night at Privilege in West Hollywood, The Game was sitting on stage rapping over g-funk classics, throwing up signs, puffing blunts and schwilling champ-ag-nae out the bottle on a Monday night! What the fuck is up with these fools who just rage on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday nights? I mean I guess we did the exact same thing but still. Slim Thug was roaming around too - no glasses on - eyes all close together and shit. There definitely weren't any tired hip-hop club cliches: Booty shaking, titty flapping contests on the runway in the middle brought to you by The Game and the JT/JC Chavez mash-up host of the night. Thought we were in the bay the way these fools were going Crazy dumb.

We raged Sunset Junction, ate some mexican food in the hood and sushi in LA, This is Juan Maclean also spun a set on Sunday night - mad decent but kind of a crusty venue on Sunset. All in all we definitely had a quintisential War in LA experience. And now we are.. SO Tiiired.Oh ps The Game said watch out fordetox! ha ha
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