I remember back in Stockton there was this nock that lived up the street from us.....Her name was Deneice but we called her D-Monky.
My moms would be sitting out on the front porch smoking a cigarette and she would always be nice and speak to D-Monky whenever she was walking down the street passing by our house.....D-Monky would post up and conversate with my moms
Me and my brothers would be like "why u talking to that basehead mama"......Moms was like "boy shut up.....U don't know if she a basehead".....My older bother was like "she is a basehead cuz I sold her some crack before"
She would come by with a pack of hamburger buns and shit like that trying to give it to us.....We didn't want them crack buns.....She was hella annoying.
My moms would be sitting out on the front porch smoking a cigarette and she would always be nice and speak to D-Monky whenever she was walking down the street passing by our house.....D-Monky would post up and conversate with my moms
Me and my brothers would be like "why u talking to that basehead mama"......Moms was like "boy shut up.....U don't know if she a basehead".....My older bother was like "she is a basehead cuz I sold her some crack before"
She would come by with a pack of hamburger buns and shit like that trying to give it to us.....We didn't want them crack buns.....She was hella annoying.