“Bury me smilin, with G’s in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it”
I have been a fan of Tupac Amaru Shakur since the first time I heard Brenda’s Got a Baby. I loved the way he told a story and he rapped about all topics. Yes when he went with Death Row, it was far more commercial and more “gangsta” rap but I loved him either way. I repped West Side…. hard even though I was this litte bougie girl from the mean streets immaculately paved sidewalks of East Lansing, Michigan. I probably should have been a Bad Boy and Biggie lovin groupie but I was all Snoop, Dr. Dre and Tupac! I remember the day he died, I was seriously torn up. Its the ONLY time I have ever felt sadness for a celebrities passing. Yes, even Michael Jackson. I felt as if a part of me was shot in Vegas as well and to this day, I could not tell you why. I just loved Tupac! When my family and I visited LA one summer, I even poured out a little Nyquil “liquor” for him. It was the only thing with some alcohol that I could get my hands on. Don’t judge lol. On that same trip my father bought me so many bootleg VHS’ of his music videos so I could have them in my library… yes my daddy is awesome. Only problem was, the “How Do You Want It” video apparently was made for the NC-17 crew because it was darn near a porno. Those images are still burned in my head but hey “how do you want it, how does it feel, comin up as a..“
….. thats what you get when you bootleg right?
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