Geezz and Peas...

Harlem in Westbourne Grove. Very Big. I reminisced on the time I had in NY. I also let everyone know not be fooled and that the corn bread was unlimited! Jees you gotta know how to milk situations We mange.

It was my brethren born day so we headed down to Bungalow 8. Being parched from driving round in circles we proceeded to the bar. Two glasses of Rose came to...wait for it. 25 SQUID!

Mmmm lucky for me I found a red bull in my bag! ...Ah life's little pleasures. Ghetto and proud!

Minutes later the glass of the £1 million drink snapped. It was blatantly glued on or from poundstretcher.

This is what the socialites of today are doing. Using femfresh on the dance floor and disposing of them! Mortification. Poor Ms Marsha couldn't get it off.

Wait wait what is this? A member of the tribe! Gang signs were thrown up!

Gosh...easy now with that arm. I was thinking shall I call this blog No Bizzi's arm?

It seemed all that flesh showing got him partial raped by a bystander, who later managed to get their foot bottom on my clothes because they felt the need to stage dive into empty spaces. I'm thinking my four letter ring imprinted in between their eyes would of justified that. But no armshouse tonight.


But armshouse nearly did occur on the way home. Driving along to the Below the Heavens. Low and behold PO PO! Always me. I attract them like I do arse holes. He didn't tell me to pull over he did an Eddie Murphy Coming To America "HALT" right in front of my car! Did I shout out 'dumb fuck? No. Wish I did though. After small talk for twenty minutes I was released.

A hearty Vaffanculo to you officer.

Now it's time to bring out the Dilla. On the count of three...