Jamal pulls up to zaines plantation with Karlie, she'll obviusly be suprised at this thinking he would live in a crackhouse of some sort. When they pull up he jumps out with 40 in hand and says "Home sweet Home!" Takes a large swig from the 40 and whistles for the dogs to come over. The other two dogs come running over and he pets them both and they lay on there backs to get there bellys rubbed. "These niggas is softies but i wouldnt fuck wit em. they rip ya arm off and beat you in the motha fucka face with it."

*Her cheek twitches as she looks at the dogs, actually a bit surprised that they haven't run away by now, but ah well, she takes a little look around and smirks* Niiice diggs Gansta Boy....*She sways and limps with him, keeping a good distance from the dogs, she does make a go for his 40 though*

He hands Her the forty and says "Wanna check out da crib?" He grabs another forty from the back seat for himself and begins to strut to the house.

*She takes another swig and moves with him, limping along the higher and drunker she gets* I sure do..*he places a hand on his shoulder as they walk together*

He walks past the big housee and continues walking towards a very large barn. "My crib us da big ass loft in the barn, shits all finished like a mothafuckin apartment its ill shit." He puts his arm around around her right above her hips as they walk, down the driveway to the barn.

*She grins to him and plants a wet kiss on his cheek* Who owns this place? *She does look around at what she can see in the dark, she does find it funny that he lives in a barn...but she's not ready to crack that kind of a joke yet*

"Who owns it shit..... well i guess you could call him Uncle Zaine..." He slides open the door to get in the barn and starts to walk up the stair to the loft were his apartment is. When they get to the top it looks like a normal apartment the first room is a big living room with 2 couches a big table, a huge stereo with eight 4 foot tall speakers, and a flat screen big tv. theres 2 doors one going into a little kitchen and they other into his bedroom. threw the kitchen is a nice bathroom with a hot tub bath tub. He has a king size bed and a 6 ft bong in his room with a lampshade on top of it. He has a walk in closet filled with heat lamps and about 10 weed plants.

"And this is my sweet ass house." He says as he drinks from his forty.

Woooow..*She looks around nodding, impressed* Nice, and what do you do for this Unkie Zaine? *Oy, again with the uncle crap, ah well, she lays out on one of the couches and lays her little head back*

"I sell his tree, hes a mothafuckin farmer ya see. I get this apartment he hooks it up with cars and money and enough to buy some slick as shit." he says as he points to his bling. He pounds half of his beer and sits down on the couch next to her.

 *She slips out of her thigh boots and rests her black stocking clad legs up on the couch* Nice, I'm trying to break into the business myself...no worries though, I'll keep outta your territory and shit...*She nods to him* come on over...*Grins*

As he climbs on top of her, he says "White girl wanna get inta da gangsta shit, I like that." As he starts to kiss her again.  

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*She giggles and wraps those strong dancer's legs about his waist, she breaks the kiss and grins up at him* You could say that...*She runs her nails over both sides of his neck* Ya know...I ain't never been with a black guy before...*She smirks..this might be fun...*

He grins hes been waiting to say this for a while "Well baby, once ya go black youll never go back." He laughs and starts kissing her neck.

*She can't help but giggle a small moan escapes her mouth* You so sure about that Gansta Boy? *She brushes her cheek against his ear and moves to suckle at his neck*

"Bitch ya'll see tommorow morning ull be like damn, fuck white dudes im stickin to the niggas" He continues kissing her and gropeing with his hands, which isnt hard to do considering the skimpy outfit.

*Her hands seem to know right where to go, her lips and teeth move about his neck* I hope so..white guys are starting to bore me....

Jamal standup lifting her in his arms and starts to go towards the bedroom, he grabs his 40 in one hand and her in his other as he continues to kiss her and take her skirt off, He closes the door behind him and, if anyone comes near the barn that night they will here the squeeking of the bed the head board hitting the wall and Karlies Sex on ecstacy banshee moans.

*She is a wild one too, there will be names, and a lot of smacking will be heard...lucky Jamal...he made the right little psycho bitch happy tonight...*

WHen Karlie Wakes up Jamal is out in the living room with a keyboard playing a beat, smoking another blunt rapping.

You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth
Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house
Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch
And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out
I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC
'Cause AIDS infested child molesters aren't sicker than me
I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black
The way the government downplays historical facts
'Cause the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich
Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight
Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic
But I refused the offer, 'cause God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden
As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon
And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me
You think illuminati's just a fucking conspiracy theory?
That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I'm jammin' frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me
Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently
Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant
Sniper scoping a commission controlling the president




When he sees her start to get up he will stop and offer her the blunt.  "See Bet cha not gonna go fuck sum cracka now yahear me."  

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All the noise wakes Joey too who stumbles into the living room to see what all the fuss is about. He is obviously still half intoxicated from his first-day out celebrations.

"Damn dawg, we musta just missed each other last night..." He pauses mid-sentence and rubs his eyes, seeing the unknown female. "Sup slut?" he says, by way of greeting.