Whitey vs. Ice Cube

Right now that motherfucker Ice Cube is telling me to "shake that hood mentality", because along the ride to riches he picked up a white mans attitude that "You can be anything, if you just put your mind into it." while forgetting the number one rule of the hood:

We never CHOSE this.

I went to school, put up with lowlifes huzzling me, stayed away from the drugs and the hoes, wanted to make something DECENT out of my life, faced up to discrimination from every who was in any position to set me up, and that got me absolutely nowhere. That got me broke and unemployed, and how I've ever managed to stay out of jail due to false arrests I'll NEVER know.
...so Ice Cube, if you CHOSE to live in South Central, you DESERVE to live in South Central. If the only thing that held you back was your "hood mentality", then you don't know who we be.

Ice cube? That guy who started out as a big violent thug and now is doing children's movies?

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Apparently gangsta rap made him do it.

http://dis.4chan.org/read/lounge/1178337255/40-

The disco. We go to disco. My body's sweaty from the MDMA inside it. I like to dance with you. You grab my ponytail. It is greasy with Germanic juices that I put inside my hair. Disco, we are the disco. I have a mesh shirt. My leather pants show off my sausage inside it. I grind your body, then we eat ecstasy and have Special K inside of the bathroom. It's a men's bathroom, but no one cares that you come inside because they know that inside it we do lots of drugs. And I will share them if the bouncer lets me go into the bathroom with you, and then we go home. We have efficient sex. And then I realize you're not that hot anymore because I've blown a load and I don't have ecstasy inside of my bloodstream. So I make sandwich. It has hazelnuts, bread, and some jelly that I got from the supermarket. It tastes pretty good, but it probably tastes better because my taste buds have ecstasy inside them. And then I go up to the bathroom, and you're wearing one of my shirts; that isn't cool. You didn't even ask. I met you earlier the evening; you're not my girlfriend, you're just girl that I have sex with. We probably won't do this again because I realize that your hair is frazzled and it probably has extensions. It's not your real hair, and that's kind of gross 'cause who knows where it came from.