So I called up the lil homies I got out here to go do some spots, they wanna do a warehouse thats for sale off one of the highways, called the 3. So we meet up smoke 2 blunts, bullshit for a min wait for the new Jacka Bootleg i copped of the net, highly recommended by the way.. and we start mobbin... get to the spot, tryin to figure out where to park, cuase its next to a bank. And the police patrol all the banks on they're routes or some such shit out here, cuase of all the robberies, we decide fuck it I think it will be cool like right in front of the spot, but maybe back off the street alittle, so i pulled in circle the bank scopin for security guards, none to be seen, whip it out, flip a bitch, jump out gather the paint, we decided on doin big crew shots, TKO * DWA, i had previous sketched the letters, and we all agreed that shit looked chunky so I jump in the spot coverin my face becuase the bank next door has cameras all over the lot. We get too it, i start sketching out the letters, the homies start fillin in.. I just got done with the "TKO" and my spidey sense started tingling, I turned around and of course, the boys are there shining the spot light at the whip, a rental i had. So we duck and cover, hit the deck post up, theres alot of bushes and vines and bullshit all over growing the end of the lot in front of the warehouse were painting, the warehouse surrounded by thick ass woods in the back. and wrought iron 9 foot fence in the front and block walls separating the warehouse from the building next door.. the boys park the cruiser, get out and start walkin around the car, and into the banks lot, the bank and the warehouse arent separated by a fence just a open lot about 30 yards from pavement to wall. with a couple of trees and shit, from my hiding spot behind a lattice of vines i can see these fuckin pricks walkin around conversatin and what not.. Im thinkin we are cool cause A, they didnt see us just the car. B, we are deep in the cuts of this lot. C. they think somethings happening at the bank.
So we post.. then a cop car blazer pulls up, and still the dont trip off the huge letters going up not 50 yrds away.. still lookin all around the bank. But this is a different country, corruption runs rampant, the boys in the cruiser walk back to their car, converse with the fools in the blazer, look in the car some more, and disapear from my view for a few minutes, then I hear a loud pop followed by air escaping, my first instinct is these rotten fucks are popping my tires, then 2 more pops and air wooshing, Im thinkin NO FUCKIN WAY IS THIS HAPPENING!!!! we are fucking screwed!! these pricks are gonna post up at the car and wait for its owner to come back... Im sweatin bullets now, I can see the homies to my left and right just a few feet from my position. Im like yo, what the fuck do we do i whisper, they are like just chill they gonna leave.. finally after a few more rounds around the bank they finally dip down the frontage road. We stay posted up till we can see them gettin on the Highway. We creep out. start to paint again, cuase im like yo, were gonna be here awhile anyways why not handle it. So we start painting.. a few minutes go by,.... BAM boys again this time we stash the paint dip over the wall to the adjacent lot, and too the back of it chillin behind some dumpsters, theres a old leaning against the building and Im like hey climb that shit and get an idea of whats up. By the time homie gets up there. boys left again.. I tell em yo stay there and keep an eye out.. by this time the fills almost all done, and starting to outline.. the highways on thursday in the little town were in are known for street racing, so shits going off behind us while were painting.. im talkin hundreds of street mod cars doin burn outs, fuckin lawnmower mufflers and shit gettin stupid fast.. shit was wild to watch, we finish.. but not before the boys come back 2 more times we hide more.. prolly been here for 3 hours now.. we pop out, run to the car.. sho nuff these crooked fucks popped my tires.. 3 of em/ and tried to stuff a brick under the one they didnt slash. Im like WHOA.. then light bulbs on my head say, dude call the rental company roadside assistance.. call em. full coverage pays son! now they on the way with a new car and tow truck for the flat one. its gonna take like 2 hours at least.. im like alright stash all the paint, and we'll post at the car. Im like we need a story kids, cuase these fools are gonna trip when they see us standin around the car. So came up with a duzy baby, we ran out of gas, went the gas station for a can and some gas, came back 3 tires slashed.. walked back the station to return the can, and call the tow truck. shure enough soon as were done hiding all the paint in our bags, the boys come back theyre acting like what, I dont speak spanish for shit so im like yo homie kick knowledge to these fuckin pigs, and we tell em the story, my boys like yo just speak english real fast and act hella mad... which wasnt hard cuase i was pissed. the come trip out on us for awhile ask to search the car, keep us there bombarding dude with questions we tryin to corroborate our shit, they kinda trip that they didnt see us at the gas station or on the street, but we havent done anything wrong yet. i realize these are the same two cars of crooked ass cops that were there out walking around earlier, i can tell by their silouettes, they are kinda laughing and tryin to get us to snitch on our selves for like an hour, but finally they took off. the tow truck shows up right as another jake comes and yanks us out of the car at AK47 point. tryin to get us on the ground, askin whats going on, luckily one homie chimed in and explained, our ridiculous lie, the tow truck comes, the second cruiser dips. the tow truck takes one look and says, did the cops do this? HAHAHA we all started luaghing, as hes taking the new car down. we didnt say anything.. I signed the papers, dude snatched up the busted whip.. we hit the freeway, and dipped...
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