Katherine
I am sitting in the living room resting my eyes on the couch when my brother comes in. He's been away for some time. He's with Blondie and Dark Chocolate (Roman). He's holding two brown paper bags with liquor in it. He handed me on. I opened it.
"Bourbon." I smiled. "Yum."
"Sister, ever since we arrived..." Kaleb pulls out a bottle of Whiskey from his bag. "...you've had this stick up your ass. More than usual. Its time you've relaxed."
I open the Bourbon and take a sip. I feel it tingle in my chest. Uhmp. My brother just blessed my soul. He and Blondie and Dark Chocolate join me in the living room. Kaleb put on some music from his playlist. I groaned. I take another sip, a bigger one.
"Remember the last time we got drunk and you sprained your elbow?" I laughed, reminiscing.
"Hell yeah. That bitch hurt." Kaleb laughed, too.
Dom comes down. He looks like he just woke up from a nap.
"What's going on here?"
Kaleb fills him in while I take a few gulps. I feel light headed. I drink some more.
"Oh my God, Kaleb drink and stop talking." I rolled my eyes. "Blondie, Dark Chocolate, Steroids..would u like some?"
"Dark chocolate?" Roman gasped.
"Steroids?" Dom frowned.
"I think you need it more than us." Blondie ignored my nickname as if he expected it.
"I'll grab us some beers." Dom was still frowning.
"Kaleb, remind me tomorrow to go get some popcorn. I've been craving popcorn and its killing me." I told my brother who is busy working his way down his bottle. I am tipsy.
"Craving? What? Are you fucking pregnant or something?" Kaleb nudged me.
"Yeah, actually, I am. I don't know who the dad is." I drink some more.
"MAURY!" Kaleb broke out into a fit of laughter.
I laughed too. I'm relaxed. It felt good to ease up and just laugh. Being a bitch is my first instinct and I'm not used to not putting people down.
"Oh!" I jumped suddenly.
The song that was playing was Big Poppa by Biggie. I love this song. I began to rap.
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'
But I just can't quit
'Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin' money playin' —- like dummies
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these —— think they be mackin' but they be actin
Who they attractin' with that line, "What's your name what's your sign?"
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo (true)
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin' money playin' —- like dummies
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?)
Choppin O's, smokin' lye an' Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a — knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
However living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend
Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends, shit we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
To the honies gettin' money playin' ——- like dummies
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
Kaleb and I broke out into a fit of laughter.
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A Furious Chick
FanfictionMeet Katherine Howard everyone...the myth, the legend. She's the greatest on Nobody's team but guess what? She's a total bitch with no respect for anyone else...until the Toretto crew comes along and she finds a special someone that changes her outl...
