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