12/05/02: Word up, biotches. Let Bling Bling tha Wayward Panda lay it down for you.

Posted By: BlingBlingThWaywardPanda


Aiyyo, peep this:

Late last week I's millin' about tha ghetto forest (on the east side, ya heard me), smokin' on some chronic-azz bamboo an' lookin' for some female-panda booty, feel me? An' Shika Shika, that fine-azz shorty, be checkin' out my black-n-white an' feelin' it in a MAJOR WAY.

So I say, "Check it, sista: How you feelin' gettin' down with Bling Bling tonight? I gots a pad full of chronic bamb and pleasures of tha fur."

An' she say, "Mm, boy. I'ma jump on that fat sack like whoa, but first you gots to let me hit that chronic shoot you be smokin' on now."

What!!! I tells her, "Uh-uh, bitch. You gon' do things the Bling Bling way. You want to feel Bling, you gon' do it tha way BLING say, word is bond!" Shit.

Afta that, she just straight check out my jock, and then we be gettin' our mate on like there no tomorrow. Bitch ain't gon' be havin' no shorties, though, cuz Bling Bling makes sure he gots his protection up at all timez.

Keep it real, panda Gs, or Bling will cut you wit' a quickness. Stay black. An' white. Shit.


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