One of my boys got us into somebody's family reunion once back in '91. Me, him, and his cousin were walking through Chandler Park on the east side of Detroit one saturday or sunday lookin' for hoes when we walked past this big ass family reunion. The OG's were out there playin' horseshoes and my boy yelled out something like "Y'all can't fuck with me on them shoes!" to which one of them told him to come put his money where his mouth was so we went over there. Ray was damned good at that shit, fuckin' them old heads up and cleaning pockets. They passing beers to us, talking shit, and then was like "aye, y'all hungry, it's plenty of food over there" then yelled to somebody to bring us some plates.
Left that bitch full as fuck and buzzed.