Ice Cube's A Pimp T-Shirt
You ever have one of those good days? Like, you wake up and there's no barking dog, no smog, and your mom's cooking breakfast with no hog. (I don't know, it rhymed.)
You go play hoops with your friends, and you're just messing around but you end up getting a triple-double. Then you blow a red light in front of some a-hole cops, but for some reason they don't even care.
After a little dominoes and "Yo! MTV Raps" at your friend Short Dog's house, you go pick up this girl you've been trying to, um, "have relations with" since the 12th grade. That goes well, and afterwards she speaks highly of your prowess.
And then, here's the wicked part: On your way home, you see the lights on the Good Year Blimp, and it says you're a pimp. Yes, it mentions you, personally! Like, how's that even possible? Is somebody paying to have it say that? But whatevs, you're too drunk to ask questions. The important thing is, nobody got shot today. For that matter, you didn't even have to use your AK. Indeed, today was a good day.
You go play hoops with your friends, and you're just messing around but you end up getting a triple-double. Then you blow a red light in front of some a-hole cops, but for some reason they don't even care.
After a little dominoes and "Yo! MTV Raps" at your friend Short Dog's house, you go pick up this girl you've been trying to, um, "have relations with" since the 12th grade. That goes well, and afterwards she speaks highly of your prowess.
And then, here's the wicked part: On your way home, you see the lights on the Good Year Blimp, and it says you're a pimp. Yes, it mentions you, personally! Like, how's that even possible? Is somebody paying to have it say that? But whatevs, you're too drunk to ask questions. The important thing is, nobody got shot today. For that matter, you didn't even have to use your AK. Indeed, today was a good day.
