Thursday, November 4, 2010

A West Side Pittsburg Christmas Tale

It was cold and windy in da west. Out by da Baileys, a baby was soon to be born. A baby that would lead da gangstas and baby mamas out of the West and into the big city: Pittsburg.

This one couple right, didnt pay they rent one day so they got kicked out they apartment so they wandered the West for a while.

A down ass nortena was pregnant and riding wit Jose her BD in his Buick Scraper. They looked up and down da Willow lookin for a hotel to have da baby in (cuz aint no hospital in da west only Sutter Delta in da Yoc and thats hella far).

It was Dec 24th but they had no luck. Aint nobody let them in they house so that Mari da nortena and Big Joe could have their baby, the savior of the mayne ass niggas from WSP.

Finally in the parking lot of Mi Pueblo they had the baby. All da dogs and cats in the hood came thru to check out da lil baby.

Three wise men looked up in da sky and saw da police copter with its bright ass light. They hopped in they Caddys and Buicks and followed the light.

They drove and drove up Pacifica and Willow Pass, Evora and Hwy 4, got off on Harbor then somehow ended up back on Railroad.

Niggas got lost so they didnt arrive until January 8th, not the 6th like some say.To top it off they got arrested by da Boys da Co Co Sheriffs cuz the wise men were driving too damn fast. The wise men was buzzed and faded so they spent 2 weeks driving looking for da baby.

They found Mari and Big Joe her baby daddy and their baby who they named Chuy, short for Jesus, named after the BD's dad.

"We are the three wise men who come from da west"

"Thats chedd" said Big Joe.
"Fa sho, cum thru" said Mari, exhausted and hungry for some Ben's.

"we bring gifts of 40's, Eighths of Purp and Baby Jordans for the messiah" said the three wise men named Snoopy, Loc, and Tone.

All of P World, from da 'Lo to Big Bully to the niggas from da West, rejoiced at this miracle. Even some fools from North Concord came thru.

They all smoked blunts and drank Mickeys in celebration of the birth of their ghetto savior, their shiny grills lighting up the darkness and their dreads shaking with delight.

The one who one day would lead them out the ghetto and into paradise: West Oakland.

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