Holy Moly Donut Shop

So as SB slumbers in his California King he begins to wake up and he doesn't smell any damn food. He mumbles damn can these bitches do any thing right i though i told them to have my food cooking every morning!? As SB is bitchin about his bitches he finds out that there is no power and that there is a smell just not smell of bacon. He smells donuts and, any that knows SB knows he loves donuts. There is nothing SB wants more than a dozen of donuts!

Memory

As Slickback reclines in his Lazyboy he begans to day dream about they days before he was a money making P.I.M.P. Thinking back when he was a young boy back in Chi town sitting on his stoop in front of the brownstone that his mother worked so hard to maintain. Wishing that he could have his own front yard like he saw on TV. Instead of a front yard he had a concrete jungle infused with bullshit. His mother always told him to get his ass off those steps and find a way to make money or he would dream his life away but, Greg Lee had dreams and he knew on day he would obtain them. That day would not come easy or swiftly because as his BlackBerry rang he awoke remembered that he still was reaching for those dreams and a front yard.

Crazy Night

Well what does a pimp do when shit is on fire..... NOT run cause pimp's dont run but Slickback took his cool ass back to his place in Finch Pointe. On his way back too his crib Slickback could help but notice all the talent that was running wild around him but, shid he wasn't gone run behind them cause working girls come to Slickback, not vise versa. So Slick back finally makes it to the house and, has one of his stay at home employees to rap his hair and began to fix a him a hot meal. Soon after that boy Jose stopped by stop with a bottle of shine and some NASA. But Slickback doesn't drink so he had one of his best employees Diamond fetch him a glass.........

The Appointment

Boom! Is the sound Slickback's caddy when he slams the door. He takes a few cool strides from the parking lot to the front door of the establishment. He swings the door open and screamed " A Pimp Named Slickback has an 11:30". Slickback tosses his hat on to the coat-rack careful not to damage the Eagle feather super glued to his Kangoo. So which one of you good-looking females want to be come an entrepreneur and make your own hours? Who wants stop eating toe jam and killing your brain cells with polish and hardener? He glanced around the room looking each underpaid unappreciated young lady in the eyes. He saw Sugar looking like she wanted to be anywhere but in this small ass shop. Slickback has found a potential employee.

The Oldest Profession

Pimpin' aint easy but shid somebody has to do it. This was his motto Slickback that is. Pimpin' aint for everybody and everybody aint no pimp. See it takes a special type of low life to be a real pimp a feather wearing pimp. This is what Slickback embodied he was a two timin snake! Slickback is the neighborhood dream seller. He could and would sell you anything he would sell you your shirt after he stole it from the laundry mat but that another story. Slickback had appointment at the at Nails, Naturals and Weaves. That damn place is always busy!