Yea, thats my tattoo.  We'll call it passion on fire!  LOL!  Its not my last though.  Im working on quite the collage.  Not a whole lot is poppin tho.  Except this music shit.  Thats always poppin baby pa.  Obama is in, and so is the Eastside.

  

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Lately

Well for starters...
MAKE SURE YOU DOWNLOAD THE BOY SEDREW PRICE'S LATEST MIXTAPE "THE REBELLION" @ SEDREWPRICE.COM...

I had my first radio show (The Carey Sisters) last nite. I still haven't actually heard it, but it was cool. LVRocks.com to hear it. Questions and what not. I think I did ok.

To everybody reading.... GET YA GEAR GAME POPPIN, BECAUSE ITS GONNA BE A COLD WINTER AND I WILL BE THE HOTTEST NIGGA OUT! YA DIGGERY!

BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA IS MY PRESIDENT!!!!! WTFUCK!!!!! Didn't think I'd live to see it. A black president. In America. Quite the ploy to reel in the people. Big up to Obama.

I'm currently working on the newest mixtape "The Warm Up". It'll be done within the next 2 months. Its a problem already. Much better than Lyrically Handsome, which was, and still is mean and vicious.

Aight, I'm signing out.
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New Random Shit

Lets see...

Spent 12 hrs in the studio on sunday night. Laid down some FIYAH. And blew some too. Eight L's in seven hours...WTF. Thas not healthy. First ever hsngover from the herb.

Met MP. Nuf said.

Got my 1st tattoo. Shout out to DB.

I'm tired, that's enough for now.

My Weekly Ramblings

This past wednesday I took the time out of my life to attend a small show spearheaded by Smooth Life Promotions and Sedrew Price. Of course 10 artists went on before him and it gave me time to reflect. I am rather pleased with my musical progression. I looked onstage to see the same ass shit and I do believe the crowd felt the same way. Big up for the effort, but E (empty) for creativity. So when its time for Sedrew to go on, most of the crowd had gracefully bowed out. Aaarrgghh, the salad days.

Have I ever expressed my joy over pristine posteriors? And when accompanied with a pretty face it makes for a jubilant celebration for all to appreciate!!! The only thing since rims and income tax checks that can make any nigga excited!!!!

In about three weeks I'll be in my humble abode. Oh look at me, about to officially become a grown ass man. Can't talk reckless at work anymore, need that check!!! Hahahahaha. Its gonna be dope son. Want to know where? AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION IN THE SOUTHWESTERN UNITED STATES!!!
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Random Thoughts

Peep my vision. The first level of a tri level home. 83 percent women. "Fucking You Tonight" blaring on the RCA system backed by an aftermarket amplifier.

A song like that. A setting such as..., and cool ass me. What is one to do? But think of the lyrics. Done thinking yet?

Praise my randomness
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Wedding, Niggas, Life

First of all....
SHOUT OUT TO CRYSTAL AND JEFF FULTON FOR THEIR NEW UNION.

Now, although the wedding festivities were quite a bit at times, things came out great. Mad niggas showed up. Not too much drama, but just enough to know who was there. As I stood at the altar with the rest of the groomsmen, my mind wandered a bit. Like, I'm going to be the fool up there one day taking someones snotty nose daughter off of their hands. It was a beautiful site tho. Shout out to baby girl who was my walking mate. We showed our ass!!

Speaking of embarking on a journey, I'm about to get the hell out of pops crib and get my own spot. Its kinda weird. Furniture shopping and what not. Doing this shit called "saving". Hmmmm. I've waited for this moment for some time. My own shit. No roommates. No parents. Not shit. I hope my brother doesn't think its gonna be his safehaven, because I charge by the day. Hahaha

And Niggas. They never change.
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Oh, I'm so rude

I know somebody is thinking, who the fuck is this nigga yappin bout some bullshit?

The Name: Trayo

The Place: Las Vegas (Eastside)

The Thoughts: Out Of This World

The Saying: Call me what you want, just call me on my birthday

The Reason: I can blog about a bunch of bullshat everyone around has heard already one time or another

The Contact: TrayoMusic@Gmail.com

And that's enough for now...
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I can't believe it!!

I love this muthafukking T-Pain record. I don't usually dabble in the same thing as the commons, but this time its different. I remember when son dropped "I'm Sprung". I didn't think he'd blow up to this shit. Got a nigga doin tha butterfly to this shit. Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

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Doing Music

As I stand here at my workplace, watching some cover band with the average age of 46 play music that was entertaining over two decades ago, I ask myself....
DO I REALLY WANT TO MAKE MUSIC AND ENTERTAINMENT MY PROFESSION?

See, I would hate to house the anticipation of performing in front of crowds large enough to fill up Madison Square Garden..... and be subdued to small lounges and barmitzfah's. They say hope for the best, I'm down to work for it. Later for a cover band, I'd rather let a diamond bamd cover the wrist on my great grandson. LONG PAPER

All of this Suwoop has me asking.... Who-You!

"Bitch I am a Blood, Su-Woop." Is this a Mack 10 line? No. This is Lil Wayne.

Now more than ever, people all over the world (or at least in Las Vegas) are claiming to be in, or have some kind of blood affiliation. I mean, niggas I've known for YEARS now say they have been Blood all along. Now although I am Blood nor Crip, I take a little offense to this. Why? Because this shit is dishonesty. All of you are lyin ass niggas trying to fit in. If you blood me, and I kno for a fact ur not official, ima ring off. So if LIL WAYNE bloods me, ima ring off. I'm not a believer.

And then the females. There's a large group of simple-minded young women who have to spew out a "blood" or "on-bloods" in a convo. Next time it happens, ima ring off. The shit has become a fashion statement. You dumb niggas is gonna get killed for nothin.

Share My World

So as you may know, yesterday was my birthday. Congratulations Trayo. And as usual I didn't do much. Pretty much lamped at the house and kicked it with my brother. But something different happened...

I kinda realized how close I was to my co-workers. I got quite a few phone calls and what not. Then right before I left, like 10 waitresses brought out cupcakes with sparklers and what not. DJ Reaxh shouted me out. Spotlight and some more shit. I aint gonna front, I was touched a lil bit. Thanks to everybody who shouted me out, and shouted at me. When I got bread, we gonna have a goosed out pow wow. Holla

The Drought

WHERE THE FOCK ARE YALL AT? WHERE THE FOCK ARE THEY AT? Who am I referring to? The women worth utilizing time on. Over the last I don't know how long, I haven't met a woman I'd sit down and share a meal with. Well, beyond looks. Anybody share my grief? Express your gripe...

Speaking Of Obama...

I'll take the time out to give shouts to my lad Sen. Obama for spearheading the Democratic party. [Now that I got that out of the way]...

All this Obama talk reminds me of a woman I met. We'll say her name was "Krystel". I'm thinking she was righteous and what not. A different type of woman. For goodness sakes, I met her while she was work for OBAMA committe in Nevada. HARDY HAR! She winded up being like most of em. Smut-tastic. Quite a shame. I had hi hopes for her. SMH...

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<] What's On The Good Ol Brain

Lemme start with DMX. Or should I say Inmate Simmons, because I KNOW this nigga is headed to the pen (maybe he should have stuck to using one). X was one of my favorite dudes period, and then he fell THE FUCK off. I can't defend him any longer. Nigga thinks he's in a "action-drama" pretending to be the feds (which was probably pretty fun til he got pinched) and lying to the hospital about his name. WTF EARL!!

The Magic Convention. What Myspace models live for. Hahahaha. I hate this shit. The largest clothing convention in the U.S. manages to bring out the biggest dingleberrys this country has to offer. Not to mention all the rappers get to come out and spread their man milk all over the bimbo's! Aaaahahahaha. Sorry, but that's how it was put to me. Not to mention I work at a club. A rather popular one. And God forbid they can't get in with a t-shirt. They're quick to text Johnny Dumbass who can provide nothing but business cards who won't get his friend past the shiny stantion connected to a rope, accompanied by a large man with malicious intentions. UGH.

TIME FOR SCHOOL AGAIN KiDDo's!! Sometimes I miss the first week fashion shows of school. Both High School and "institutions of higher learning" (all I did was learn how to get high). After all the talk about the immaculate backsides and first week takedowns, its time to start learning. GOOD LUCK GUYS!!

Now, for this recession. Its some bullshat! I heard some prostitutes conversing about how its messing woth their money as well. We need to get this together America!! HOES GOTTA EAT TOO!! Its a shame when a frumpy anglo can't pay for his Dodge Caravan payment AND some good head from Sacha! And Jeezy has named his album just that, "The Recession". Happy you noticed nigga, can't afford the album. See you in the trap.

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My Love Of B.M.W.

760Li. Exterior Crimson and Cream (70/30), chrome 22 inch TIS rims. Crimson and Cream leather interior. Sounds phenomenal. Too bad that's not what B.M.W. stands for.

Beverages.
Money.
Women.

Call me what you want, just call me on my birthday. These are three things that I really do love. Let me break it down....

Beverages. What can I say. They are God's gift to thirst. Everything from Boones Farm to Brisk Iced Tea. Some drinks are better than others, but still they are a neccesity. A few of my personal favorites are:
Peach Orchard Punch [Tropicana], Cherry Vanilla Groove [Fruitopia], Dasani Water, Various Flavors of Twister, Remy & Sprite, Tokyo Tea, Red [Need I Say More].
Really I could go on for hours.

Money. Though it is rumored to be the root of all evil, it feels rather heavenly in my pocket. No one loves the grind for it, but the outcome is sweeter than project Kool-Aid [please refer to "Red"]. I recently finished a record called "Superfly" and its nearly impossible to be that without what.... MONEY. Though I could care less for the slave masters on the bill, I don't mind having them. I may get backlash from this one, but oh well. Give all your money to me.

WOMEN. Must I REALLY say more? I LOVE em. What man doesn't? For the exception of homosexual ones. But even they want to be like them. All of them. Especially them sweet, soft skinned, brownskin ladies. Sweet Lord! All shades. From all over the world. Crenshaw to Capetown. That's black women (which I'll touch on very soon), spanish women, african women, the ones with that accent from the UK. All of em. Now to my favs....
The Black Woman. The American Black Woman is what I call a modern marvel. All the lovely shades. All the decadent flavors of chocolate. The curves. Nah, all that ASS. Even the ones who don't carry a large posterior, I'm HERE with you. Eyes, lips, legs. The way you move. Your voice. Your attitude. Your courage, charisma, and confidence...
MAY THE CHURCH SAY AMEN.

B.M.W

Moving rite along...

With all the things I see and hear on the daily, I now have somewhere to dump it...