Story Time with Gueto
Ohhh you're back for more I see. Well I suppose I could tell you somemore of the Grand Gueto Story. If you didn't catch the beginning you can read it here. But you have to listen carefully this time, cause I'm only gonna say this once...
GrandMaster Who?
When Last we left our hero Gueto was sailing his was to freedom from the DEA with his pimpin parachute. Having been tricked by Barbie Doll Chick, Gueto was kinda discouraged but he wasn't going to let a small encounter with the FEDS ruin his night.
Dang, it's hot up here, all flying around the Ghetto you'd think it would be cool, but DAmn.
As Gueto sailed around his Ghetto he saw some spot lights. At first he thought that the police were looking for him but then he heard some funky fresh jams that were coming from ove by the lights. So Gueto, the Pimpdaddy that he was, sailed his pimpin self over to the party. When he got there he saw a bunch of honey's sittin outside this fat-daddy night club.
Gueto! Gueto! Come down here!
Whassssssssssssup honey's? I'm on my way you just keep on lookin fine till I get there, cause if you ain't hot when I get there we gonna have problems.
Gueto circled his parachute down to the street and struted his way over to the honeys. Wearing his red silk pants, his G-Squad wife-beater, and his old school pimpin hat.
Ohh Gueto, you are so brave and sexy. Why were you flying around the Ghetto?
Cause I can girl, Damn! why you sweatin me?
Oh, sorry Gueto
So Gueto took the eight girls, leaving behind the one that asked all the questions, and went into the jumpin club. When he got inside he decided that this was the flyest club he had ever seen. Everybody inside was dancing their booty's off, and he couldn't see a single person sitting anywhere in the place.
Wow dis club is fly as shiznet
Yeah Gueto, they have the best DJ since Jazzy Jeff, his name is Grandmaster C
GrandMaster Who?
GrandMaster C, he's up there right now scratchin out a dope track.
Ah yeah I see him, now go get me a drink baby, and quit talking so much, you ruinin it.
So as his honeys went to get Gueto a drink he decided to go pay a little visit to this GramDaster C, er whatever his name is.
Whasssssssup!?! Gueto used his usual ghetto greeting.
Not a thing man, I'm just in the middle of a jam, Give me a sec and I'll be through, then I'll have time to rap wit you.
Aight Gueto responded.
So after GC (as Grandmaster C shall now be know) got done scratching out his funky dope fresh poppin track. He came over to Gueto's booth to rap at him.
What's up Gueto I ain't got alotta time, cause those honeys be eyein me and they be fine. After a I put on a dope show, all the chicks line up in a row. All I gotta do is pick one, and then my work for the night is done.
Yeah, dat's cool, You always rap when you talk?
What you mean my man, I just talk the only way I can. It ain't like I be tryin to rhyme. Hey man will you pass the lime?
You did it again... nevermind. Look I been thinking about puttin a band together, would you want to be our DJ?
You ask me if I want the job, all I can say is you know it Bob.
Sweeet now we need someone that can dance, and can teach us how to pop out the fresh dance steps.
I know just the guy, he's name is T-dogg and the girls think he's fly.
We'll look for him tomorrw, right it's time to get some honey.
And so as the night dwindled on the two G's danced with all the honeys and hopped with all the bunnies. For tomorrw they knew their work would be cut out for them, as they search for the T-Dogg