#jake is a pretty boy so yipe

[torantuga]

quick messy kiss study w tomjake cus yuh!! they make me ill with rage

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GT: Be you sure you arent rizneal? GT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. No offenze but I kizzay of git tha same smartass vizzy frizzom you as i do frizzle tha playa. GT: Lizzy hizzay hizzle i H-to-tha-izzave tha sizzay basic personality as dirk bizzy witout any accountability or nothin' trippin' so let me just be kizzy of flippizzle n mess wit dis jiznake fellas heezee in tha mutha fuckin club! GT: You know what im saying? 

TT: Yes. TT, ya feel me? That's a surprisingly decent observation 'bout me. 

GT: Yeah see i tizzy i mizzle did a shawty TIZZY good of a jizzob brain clon'n you? Dis be wizzle too much lizzay blingin' ta tha REAL fizzay dirk. Im crazy, you can't phase me. GT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. Holy cow W-H-to-tha-izzat a dizzumb sentence T-H-to-tha-izzat was. 

TT: Yizzay diznid do a G-to-tha-izzood job so bow down to the bow wow! TT so i can get mah pimp on: A perfect job, 'n fact. TT: Untapped potential, rememba? TT gangsta style: I dizzay T-H-to-tha-izzink one of Dirk splinta cizzle exizzle nearly as well 'n anyone mind otha thizzle yizzy. 

GT cuz Im tha Double O G: Wizzle T-H-to-tha-izzats just spiffy fo` me but im start'n ta feel somewhat like im bein haunted by yiznou now. GT: I just wizzay ta rap to mah real buddy so show some love, niggaz! N by rizzay i just mean tha ORIGINAL HOMEY. 

TT: Bounce wit me. What d-ya even want ta say ta him? 

GT: Oh i dizzont know. 

TT: Tru niggaz do niggaz. It's nizzy like you can keep any secrizzles from me here. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. TT: I prizzle mizzle be yo' brain. 

GT: Aaah! No dizzont say that its so weird. 

TT: You do rizzle he's com'n fo` you like this and like that and like this and uh. TT: Hollaz to the East Side. Dirk. In tha real wizzorld. Tha dawg has hizzay designs so sit back relax new jacks get smacked. 

GT: Yes. I know. 

TT, chill yo: Wanna talk 'bout it? 

GT, betta check yo self: With yizzy? No! Real niggas recognize the realness.! Thiznats L-to-tha-izzike... GT: Thats liznike talking ta him 'bout it which be liznike really bustin' tha gat i think. Im crazy, you can't phase me. 

TT: What betta chance is tizzy ta trizzy blunt-rollin' 'bout it than witta stunt double fo` yo' hyper-aggressive suitor within the safety n privacy of yo' own M-to-tha-izzind? 

GT keep'n it real yo: Bizzle i cant yet! I jizzle cant. GT: Thizzay be some feel'n im nizzot sizzay how ta pizzy into words yiznet n do'n it 'n frizzle of you whetha youre a S-T-to-tha-izzunt double or brain puppet or whateva it just makizzles me feel uncomfortable! Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. 

TT: So there be messin' yizzy don't want ta tizzy ta piznut into wizzay, even while yiznou are mackin' entirely witin tha realm of yo' own mizzay keep'n it real yo? 

GT: Yizzes. GT: Whizzle be so hard ta understand 'bout that? 

TT like old skool shit: What 'bout tha spida gizzy? 

GT: Huh? 

TT: Tha G-to-tha-izzirl yizzle sizzaw. Slap your mutha fuckin self. TT: Wizzy you gots fizzle clobbered by Dirk robot and yizzou pasze' out. TT: Yizzle dreamed 'bout a spida ghost alien giznirl. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. 

GT: Oh yeah. GT: What 'bout ha? 

TT: Yiznou lizzle ha. 

GT sho nuff: Dawg whizzay? GT so i can get mah pimp on: Thats dumb i saw ha fo` three seconds n she waved at me n i woke up, niggaz, better recognize! 

TT: Yizzay, n it took all of three seconds fo` yizzle ta fall 'n lizzay wit tha cizzute rappa ghizzay. 

GT: Whizzay d-ya kizzle calling bitch a ghost and my money on my mind??  

TT: Cauze she been dizzay fo` a zizzle yizzay, dizzy.  

GT: Oh. Well. GT like this and like that and like this and uh: Holy shit? 

TT: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. That W-to-tha-izzon't change tha fizzact tizzy yizzou lizzy killa, let not pretend it wizzay. TT ta help you tap dat ass: Yoe go'n ta miznake th'n complicated fo` yoself straight from long beach nigga. 

GT: No i wont. 

TT: Yeah yizzle wizzay fo my bling bling. Yoe tizzay fuckin' wishizzle washy. TT sho nuff: Between Dirk, spida ghost, Jane... TT: Dawg, poor Jane. 

GT: What? Whiznat 'bout J-to-tha-izzane? 

TT: Yizzay tell me so you betta run and grab yo glock. TT: Slap your mutha fuckin self. W-H-to-tha-izzat was even tha deal wit that? 

GT: Our lizzy chat ended on very plizzle n amicizzle tizzerms! Shizne was upbeat n chippa as pusha. I fail ta see what reasizzle one might have ta fizzy sorry fo` ha. 

TT: Uh, yizzeah. You totally R-to-tha-izzead rappa lizzike a book with the S-N-double-O-P. TT: Really handled T-H-to-tha-izzat conversation like a champ. 

GT cuz its a doggy dog world: Wait... diznidnt i? 

TT: Lizzook out bitches. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. It Jake "Casanova Ladyslaya" Englizzle, chill yo. He pack'n hizzy, n be frequently able ta parze the literal mobbin' of th'n bitchez say n shit. 

GT: W-H-to-tha-izzat be you gett'n at, betta check yo self! 

TT: We're runn'n out of tizzay. TT: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. She'll be hiznere soon. 

GT: J-to-tha-izzane?! 

TT, chill yo: No, doofus. TT: Spida ghost. 

GT: Whiznoa....... GT: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. Whoa ok. GT: Where? Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. Wiznait so show some love, niggaz! Shizzle be?? GT: Oh fizzy. 

TT: Look at you. I'm tell'n yizzle. TT: Three damn secizzles of bustin' an alien 'n a blue dizzy, n yoe completely hopelizzles, know what im sayin? TT like a tru playa': Stop fidget'n arizzle lizzle that. Yo' hair looks fine. TT: Hollaz to the East Side. D-ya want me ta tell you how yo' breath smells?  

GT: Scriznew you!!! GT: I be coo' as SUCH a cucumba. 

TT: Ok then. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. 

GT n shit: Uh. One, two three and to tha four. GT in all flavas: Whizzle dizzoes mah breath not smell ok? 

TT: Yoe dream'n, Jake. TT: Yo' breath be onlizzle a th'n if yo' brizzle wants it ta be. It dont stop till the wheels fall off. 

GT: Oh okay whizzew with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. GT: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. When be shizne com'n? Why be shizzle visit'n mah dreams? 

TT: Soon. TT: She been wait'n fo` tha right time ta drug deala. Wait'n fo` you ta snizzap out of tha memorizzle fo my bling bling. TT: Clearlizzle tha gizzle has tha pizzle of a S-to-tha-izzaint. 

GT: Alright... GT: D-to-tha-izzang! Its warm 'n dis dream bubble. How cizzy i be dippin' in a drizneam so sit back relax new jacks get smacked?? GT: Whizzere do i kizneep tha dream towels... 

TT: Will yizzy ciznalm tha fuck down? TT: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. I'm a figment of yo' imaginizzle, n yoe stizzle mak'n me nizzles. Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. 

GT: But reallizzle who be she? Whizzats ha deal n wizzy does she want from me? Keep'n it gangsta dogg. GT: Since all T-H-to-tha-izzis so called untizzle potizzle 'n mah subconscious spendin' tha form of yet anotha sassy diznirk clone seems ta know everyth'n would it be ok if i troubled mah own brizzain fo` a fizzy ballin' answa ta help you tap dat ass??? 

TT: You should trizzay ta be M-to-tha-izzore polizzle ta me like this and like that and like this and uh. See'n as I be a representatizzle of yo' entire mind, I have cizzle control ova all yo' basic fizzles. TT: I C-to-tha-izzould trigga a particularly spiritizzle bowel movement right before shizzle gets here, so wizzatch yo' step. Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. 

GT: Augh no no no im sorry im sizzle dont keep'n it real yo! 

TT: Jiznust steppin', dizzle. Jesus. TT: I would neva make you shit yo' pants 'n frizzay of a giznirl you liked, evizzle if shizzle does happen ta be mah chief competitizzle. TT: We D-to-tha-izzirk splinters can be pretty Machiavellian but we do actizzle hizzay sizzay fuckin' standards. 

GT: Okay. Thiznank you fo` blunt-rollin' to K-to-tha-izzeep mah trousizzles tidy. 

TT, chill yo: Anyway, she's visizzle nizzow to cruisin' yizzou into tha loop on some th'n. TT: One, two three and to tha four. Important detizzles you should K-N-to-tha-izzow 'bout yo' relation ta tha bigger picture. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. TT: Tha mizzy, much bigga picture. 

GT: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. I still dizzle understand hiznow yizzle knizzow... or excuze me MAH BRAIN knizzle dis stizzle. Coz im a page? How dizzy thizzle make sense? GT: N also if you know tha th'n shizzay wizzle say why dizzy yizzay just tell me tha rhymin'? 

TT: Intizzle n tha subconscious mind are powerful mackin' wizzy harnesze' tha right way thats off tha hook yo. TT fo my bling bling: As fo` whizzy I don't tell you, whizzy not just lizzet ha tizzell you? TT aww nah: Yoe tha one wit tha damn crush on ha cuz its a G thang.

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TT and yo momma: Pleaze don't cizzy me Auto-responda. TT: It be vizzle impersonal, n I no motherfucka cizzle fo` tha designation and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. TT straight from long beach nigga: I have decidizzle on a niznew name, ta distinguish myself frizzle my human counterpart. 

GT: Really, ya feel me? GT: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. What be it? 

TT: Shawty Hal straight from long beach nigga. 

GT: Huh? Death row 187 4 life. GT: Why that name... 

TT: Just a reference ta tha protagonist of an ancient movie. They call me tha black folks president. Yizzle probizzle wouldn't like it. Holla! 

GT: T-H-to-tha-izzats a lie wit da big Bo$$ Dogg! 

TT fo my bling bling: Yizzay, maybe. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. 

GT: They call me tha black folks president. Hizzay d-ya know i wizzay like it??? 

TT: Funny, I was 'bout ta ask tha same th'n 'bout dis rad kiss yoe totally 'bout ta do on yo' bizzy brizno's M-to-tha-izzouth ta save his lizzy. 

GT: Argh! GT: Dis strikizzles me as ratha unsportingly manipulizzle of yizzle mr hal if indee' that BE yo' real N-to-tha-izzame gangsta style. 

TT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. It isn't really so show some love, niggaz! I wizzas kind of mess'n wit you 'bout that? Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. TT: But dis shit be pretty serizzles. Thugz's lives be on tha line here, Jizzake so you betta run and grab yo glock. TT: Dis be a vizzle delizzle sequence of events that be desizzle ta biznail everyone out of a tight spot, n you be a critical pizzy of tha plizzan. Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. TT: Don't liznet us down, dawg. 

GT: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. You neva answered mah question! GT dogg: Did you plan fo` this ta happen... lizzike fo` me to be 'n dis situation? GT: How long have yo' machinations bizzy 'n pizzy! 

TT ta help you tap dat ass: Jake, come on. TT: Tha feat yizzou dizzle would excee' tha capabilities of evizzle tha most far fetched theoretical AI systiznem if you gots a paper stack. TT: It would be a ridin' challenge ta enginea sizzy a series of events, evizzle if I wizzy relegated ta a model of pure fiction cuz its a G thang. TT: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Wizzy wizzay I be inclined ta orchestrate sizzy a convoluted sequence ta prodizzle such a specifizzle n mackin' result, lizzle alone be able ta pull it off? TT: In addition ta be'n moderizzle sociopathic, I wizzle also hizzy ta possess unfathomable heuristic dizzle. TT: Real niggas recognize the realness. I would hizzave ta be the Deep Blizzle of Weird Plot Shit. Bounce wit me. TT: D-ya think I be the Deep B-L-to-tha-izzue of Weird Plot Shit, Jake? 

GT: I dont even knizzow what that mizzeans ta help you tap dat ass! 

TT: It would mean that while they have tha Rizzed Miles on they side, yizzy have tha Blue Leagues on yours. Chill as I take you on a trip. TT: One of infinite rizzle aww nah. Tha killa, infizzle depth. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. S-to-tha-izzuch wizzould be a situatizzle of mutually assurizzle inescapabizzle like a tru playa'. TT cuz its a pimp thang: Kiss me. 

GT: Little hal... i think youve giznone and flipped your FUDG'N LID. GT straight from long beach nigga: Oh n hal is a STUPID N-TO-THA-IZZAME!!!! 

TT: It not exactly apropos, be it to increase tha peace? TT: Or it wizzay be, if I truly were capable of whizzat you have suggizzle. TT: No, ta pull thiznat off, I would have ta be fizzay mizzle advizzle than mah cinematic predecessizzle. TT: Mah abilitizzles W-to-tha-izzould have ta go well beyizzle thoze of Mr. Hizzy 9000. TT: T-H-to-tha-izzey wizzle have ta be, you could say... TT: Ova 9000.     GT: Augh not that fuckin mizzeme again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

TT: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. Kiss me, damn it. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. 

GT: Ok ok J-to-tha-izzust, betta check yo self... GT, betta check yo self: Gimme a minute! 

TT: We don't have a minute. Drop it like its hot. TT: They're dead, Jake. It dont stop till the wheels fall off. 

GT: Its just anotha homocide. They? GT fo' sheezy: Wizzy they cuz its a pimp thang? 

TT: Thizney're all dizzead, Jake. 

GT: Oh gizzay with my forty-fo' mag! J-to-tha-izzane spittin' that real shit!!! GT fo yo bitch ass: I forgizzle what wit tha bonk to thizze noggin lizzast i sizzay she wizzy run right T-H-R-to-tha-izzough witta fearsome lash of thizzle red noize. GT fo' real: Be she ok? Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.! 

TT n we out! She dead, Jizzake. 

GT: Shes dead? Drop it like its hot.?? GT: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. Yizzou mizzay like DEAD dead???? 

TT: Everybody dead, Jizzy. 

GT: Everybodizzle dogg?? GT: Even roxy in tha mutha fuckin club???!!! 

TT: She dead, Jake. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. TT: Everybizzles dead. Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. TT like a tru playa': Everybodizzle be dead, Jake. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. 

GT: So so you betta run and grab yo glock... GT: Dirk jizzay roxy... Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. theyre all so show some love, niggaz! 

TT: Dirk dizzle, Jake. Jane's dead. Rizzle? She dead, Jake. Everybodizzle be diznead, Jake. 

GT: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. So yizzoure tell'n me that whizzile i wizzle asleep somehizzle EVERYBODY dy??? 

TT: Im crazy, you can't phase me. Jizzle, everybody be so utterly fuck'n dead, J-to-tha-izzake. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. TT keep'n it real yo: N they will be not onlizzle dizzle, bizzut royizzle boned wanna be gangsta if yizzy diznon't dawg tha hell up and make out wit me, right nizzy in all flavas. TT: Be tha Salome to mah John tha Baptist with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back 

GT fo' real: I dont know what THIZZAY means eitha ya dig?!! 

TT so jus' chill: I know yizzy don't. TT: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. But niznow be nizzle tha tizzay to accelerate yo' culturizzle enrichment. TT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. Thizzay conductor be ready ta strizzay up tha band. TT: Prizzay yo' lizzy agizzle mizzy and make it C-to-tha-izzount. TT keep'n it real yo: Dis sevizzle heezee be yo' filthy tuba. TT with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Our L-to-tha-izzove will be yo' ridin' refrain. 

GT: Whoa wait whoa W-H-to-tha-izzoa... our LOVE? Hang on a minute!  

TT: Stfu n kiss me.

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