Recognize a Playa

Know'm talm bout?

Check the photo above. That's Grandpa SoReal right there out doing the youngsta DJ Rapid Ric and my cousin DJ Chill exponetially. After a clean 24 hours of awakness, these 3 boys landed in Oslo Norway where we immediately procured some hash from a secret unnamed source because alas and alak, we are not in Amsterdam yet, and well I kind of hit the ground running and didn't get any sleep until we hit the 45 hour mark. Yes being awake for 45 hours can be painful, but when you got beer, hash and Europe to work with you should be able to dig a little extra energy from your soul.

Actually i think I may have a problem, but for now we are going to classify my not sleeping and excessive drinking and smoking as keeping it real.

Anyway I dont have time to mess with all the photos I took last night at the thowdedest party I have been to in eons cuz I'm currently on Rapido's Mac and I can't figure out macs for things such as resizing photos and such. I only know how to click the Safari button and type things and then now I know how to Skype. If you ain't Skyping, you ain't living. Hanh. Send.

Anyway peace to Mona be for procuing an incredible TV special on the Houston rap scene. All keller, no filler. None of the goof balls were featured, just the real, including me, in my kitchen, holding Elena, talking like i know thangs. Hanh. Send.

Then Peace to Patrick and everyone at Juicy and Stress for producing a fantastic event. It was crazy to see so many people in Norway doing the Ratchet and whyling out to "Recognize a Playa" and "In the Hood" and "Mo City Don."

DJ Chill and Rapid Ric are a deadly combination. We gonna do more of this. Tonight is Trondheim, tomorrow we hit Amsterdam for a Sunday night affair peep the post below for info if you happen to be in Europe and wanna Recognize I'm a G.

O.k. look we gotta hit this place, I just wanted to try and blog some shit. Just know that Chill and Ric are nockin knockin doors down and that I am now famous in Norway. Serious, people tell me they saw me on TV and as I was walking down the street in Trondheim, every kid with his hat cocked, a rap shirt or a skateboard looked at me like "I know him from somewhere." Cuz Mona B be recognizing a playa. Hanh. Send. Knock them doors down. I'm delirious but still hittin it harder than these young bucks who think Europe is a place for sleep, rather than hash, experience and beers they don't sell at the Get n Go. Hanh. Send.