Ok so I am in Cancun, Mexico, trying to find some bud. I go down to the flea market place, to see if i can find any. Well im looking around the shops, with all these peices in everyone. So i keep on asking all the mexicans there if, they could help me find something to fill the peice with. So finally this one guys says, "Aw, yes, yes i can help you come with me." So im like sweet finally. So he takes me out of his little shop, and walks me to a bend in the market, where there is this random flight of steps going up, with a big mexican watching the door basically. He leads me up there and there is a front room, which i guess was a tattoo parlier, and then a back room where we go. So i enter in the room and there is like 5 mexicans and me. The first thing that comes to mind is the movie Scarface, when the cainsaw the dude up. Then the movie Blow comes to mind when George picks up the coke for deigo, and the guy puts a gun in his mouth. So im like well this is sketch as fuck. So the main spic, goes what do you need, and pulls out blow, and two big ass bags of weed. Im like hold up, i dont feel to save right now man. So he laughs and is like man i got cash pulls out a huge stack of money and is like dont worry, i pay for security, and police. Well then that makes me feel a little better. So i take a look at the two kinds, the first is the worst weed ive ever seen, black, pressed as fuck, brick weed if you even want to call it that, then the other was some decent mids. So i finally get up the courage and say fuck it, i get a sack then book it out of there. So i start to walk as fast as i can becuase incase that was an undercover place, there was no way i was going to get locked up in a mexican jail. But on the way home, i get stopped by like five taxi drivers that were standing outside there cars, they say "hey buddy need any sticky icky" or "Buddy you looking for Ganja" they were everywhere, after i finally get away from all the annoying mexicans, i get to my hotel room. I roll up a joint and start to smoke, when i hear a knock on the door. Im like what the fuck, they follwed me here? I take a minute to open the door, and when i do, it was the mexican that stocks up the mini fridge. So hes going in and out stuffing as many beers in the fridge when he stops and asks, "Moeta?" Im like what, then i remeber thats the spanish word for bud. So i said Yeah, and then he asks to smoke, im like fuck it ill smoke him up. After we get done hes thank you thank you. And to tell you the truth, he came in like 4 times a day after that always stocking the fridge and looking to smoke more! Crazy Mexicans!
"I believe that everything you do bad comes back to you. So everything that I do that's bad, I'm going to suffer for it. But in my heart, I believe that what I'm doing is right. So i feel like I'm going to heaven."
WHO-DEY, WHO-DEY, WHO-DEY THINK GONNA BEAT THEM BENGALS