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“Smell like bounce that ass in this bitch,”
“How the fuck do I explain to Ryder that her mother fucking died in a car accident, Sug?”
“What’s the matter, Sug?” he asked me, running his hand through my now wild hair. I had lost the hair clip somewhere between the DJ playing “Knuck If You Buck” and “Ruff Ryder’s Anthem.”
“Yeah, you went and did some corny shit,” I turned around and my father was leaned in the doorway. “You lay down with dolphins, you get fucked.” He shook his head and left from the doorway.
His phone rang and he quickly answered the phone. “You didn’t hear from him yet? Fuckin’ Dio, yo’… little nigga hardheaded… Nah, I hear… yeah... yo’, soon as you hear from him, hit me up, Zu… bet.”
Zoo Boyz!!!!
“Zoo Boyz, right?”
