What's good nigga? SEQUEL 2 DEEPER MEANING
**This is the sequel to the long-winded story, Deeper Meaning. Where you were left, Zhen who is the main female character has brain damage that greatly affects her speech and learning skills. With the help...
**Listen while read. Brings the mood of the first chapter**
Rochester, New York
June 14, 1997
"Are yall ready? 'Cause we are.", I asked. "Hell yeah, I'm ready. I'm just ready to cop these fucking Jordan 12s.", Boogie Man said. "Okay. We're ready in 5,4,3,2,1", the cameraman said. "Yo Rochester, Brooklyn, Buffalo, New York, Syracuse, and everybody else! How we feeling today? Welcome back to 'Gettin' Real with Wendy Williams' on the one and only station that keeps it real HOT 97.1 WQHT!!! Today, I got a special guest with me today on the station. He's part of an underground music group called 'Da Bassment Cru' and he goes by the name Boogie Man. And my my my, might I say..he's not an ugly man. He's gorgeous.", I say. I mean look at him. He's a lightskin statue.
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Boogie Man was laughing and smiled really hard. "What up Rochester. It's ya man, Boogie Man with Wendy.", Boogie Man said. "So Boogie, where did you get that name from?", I asked him. "Boogie Man came from Devante in Jodeci. He said he got from his daughter. She was saying my voice is scary because it's deep but nobody's voice isn't deep like Devante's voice.", he said. I chuckled. "Yeah, I can see that. You really look like him too. You just don't have those hazel eyes like he does. Speaking of Devante, what's he doing for Jodeci this year?", I asked. "He's still doing Jodeci music but right now he's just focused on helping other artists like me and others to get in the music business.", Boogie Man said.
Two hours later
Boogie Man's POV
I got done with Wendy's radio show. It was aight. She kept looking at my pants like my dick was gone pop out for her. I finally copped the 12s I wanted and I decided to meet Stevie J, Missy, Timb, and Ginuwine at Devante's studio. It took me awhile but I made it to the studio. You see we all in this group called Da Bassment Cru or Swing Mob (I prefer Swing Mob cuz it sounds like a mafia name) and we just create music that the world bout to get shocked by. "Yooo Boogie, what's up", Missy said to me. I hugged her and you could tell she's been drinking just by her breath. "Nun much. Just left from Wendy Williams radio show. Bitch was trying to see my prints and shit.", I said. "Damn man. Don't she do crack or some?", Timbaland said. Timbaland the type of nigga to snitch on you just cuz you said you don't like him. He gossip and act like a bitch. Can't stand his catdog ren and stimpy face ass.
"I don't know man. I didn't ask.", I said. "Boogie, man. We bout to fuck shit up tonight.", Stevie J said bursting through the door. "Nah man. I'm a smoker, my nigga. Take that shit somewhere else.", I said. Timbaland got up from his chair and walked towards the door and was acting weird than a muthafucka. Stevie J and Missy kept drinking Hennessy and Gin together and I felt like something bad was gonna happen. "Yo man. I wanna fuck so bad.", Missy said while laughing. "Shit I gotchu baby.", Stevie J said.
