Post by C-Money on Sept 14, 2006 14:06:50 GMT -5
*Back at what seems to be a rather large party, several people can be seen dancing near a pool, "For Love of Money" playing as they jam along. And at the center of it all? Who else but Mr. Pure Platinum himself, C-Money? And on floating stage, no less!*
C-Money: ...like that! So I whip into him, with a WHA-CHAA!
*He takes a very stereotypical kung-fu stance before turning into a Mic Check, causing everyone not busy dancing to laugh. As C-Money gains his balance, he spots the camera, grinning right toward it.*
C-Money: 'Bout time you got here. You know, the rap game, it's all about smack. No matter how hard you wanna rise above it, sometimes, you gotta lay into someone verbally. Ain't no respect in letting someone hit ya with the dozens without getting dirty right back. Finances, wrestling, just the same. Someone jackin' ya, you jack right back. Ortiz, you say this is the big time?
*Turning about, C-Money spreads his arms, giving the camera a good look at the back of his jacket.*
C-Money: Baby...I AM Big Time! Everything I do is big! My wallet, my posse, my cars, my 'fro...I'm like Texas, baby! And at Showdown, I'm going Alamo on you! People are gonna shout "Remember Ortiz!" 'cuz I whipped you so bad!
*Guiding the stage to the edge of the pool, C-Money steps off, putting his arms around a beautiful young lady in a bikini, and what looks to be a member of his posse.*
C-Money: And son, I don't need my posse in the ring. I got all the mean and green on me. I don't get knocked down, I get DOWN! Know what I'm sayin'?
*Chuckling, C-Money shakes his head a bit, the lady patting his fro as it swings about on his head.*
C-Money: Are you down, Ortiz? You better be, son. 'Cuz you ain't bringin' down, boy...not when I get down all by my own funky self. Dig?
*Smirking, C-Money and the other two turn away, rejoining the party in full swing, bobbing along to the music as the camera zooms out, and eventually fades to black.
C-Money: ...like that! So I whip into him, with a WHA-CHAA!
*He takes a very stereotypical kung-fu stance before turning into a Mic Check, causing everyone not busy dancing to laugh. As C-Money gains his balance, he spots the camera, grinning right toward it.*
C-Money: 'Bout time you got here. You know, the rap game, it's all about smack. No matter how hard you wanna rise above it, sometimes, you gotta lay into someone verbally. Ain't no respect in letting someone hit ya with the dozens without getting dirty right back. Finances, wrestling, just the same. Someone jackin' ya, you jack right back. Ortiz, you say this is the big time?
*Turning about, C-Money spreads his arms, giving the camera a good look at the back of his jacket.*
C-Money: Baby...I AM Big Time! Everything I do is big! My wallet, my posse, my cars, my 'fro...I'm like Texas, baby! And at Showdown, I'm going Alamo on you! People are gonna shout "Remember Ortiz!" 'cuz I whipped you so bad!
*Guiding the stage to the edge of the pool, C-Money steps off, putting his arms around a beautiful young lady in a bikini, and what looks to be a member of his posse.*
C-Money: And son, I don't need my posse in the ring. I got all the mean and green on me. I don't get knocked down, I get DOWN! Know what I'm sayin'?
*Chuckling, C-Money shakes his head a bit, the lady patting his fro as it swings about on his head.*
C-Money: Are you down, Ortiz? You better be, son. 'Cuz you ain't bringin' down, boy...not when I get down all by my own funky self. Dig?
*Smirking, C-Money and the other two turn away, rejoining the party in full swing, bobbing along to the music as the camera zooms out, and eventually fades to black.