House Party

Summer of '89
Good times..
JJ pronounces himself the ghetto savant....kid dynomite...
Aiight..going to this house party later tonight..
Time for the hippest trip in america...
Soul train...
Don Cornelius
Like a music genius..
Put together this phenomenon
That I'm countin on...
To learn a few moves..
Maybe I can learn how to groove...
Had something to prove..
Got them new shoes..
Young dude named Mike Jordan straight dunking on fools...
Rocking the baggy shorts and red,white and black Nikes
To the Chicago Bulls aint nobody like he..
You know how many lawns I had to cut to afford these..
Just had to have them see...
Got my jeans ..cuffed and creased..
So they fell just right...
Enter the party...they got the red light..
Shining bright..
Music loud...
Dudes pop locking in the midst of the crowd
Pretty girls doing the reebok and the wop..
Actual dances before it was cool to just booty pop..
DJ decided to flip it...slow jam..time for a slow dance..
Now here's my chance..
I see her alone...holding up the wall
She perfect yall...
Beautiful brown skin..
A slight grin..
So I extend my hand...
She says sorry I got a man..
Dang...
She said aint u Reese cousin?
I said yeah..she said come back then..
I'm Cece..
I'm Rashaan...
Tell her I'm fifteen
Going on 16
On the real..I'm only eleven
But I swore I'm in heaven
When I put my arms round her waist..
DJ plays my fave song by Guy..
"You can have a piece of my love" she sings in my ear as I try to keep pace...
She pulls me closer..
I ease back careful not to poke her..
As she does a lil dance..
Causing a rise in my pants..
I took 2 scoops of ass..
Lol how long will this last?
Wish I could make it last forever like
Keith Sweat..
Yet
When songs over she gives me a kiss on the cheek...
I'm so geeked..
Seems like there was a house party every other week..
Those were the days..
Press rewind
wish I could
Find Cece
So we could just bump and grind..
Simple..simple times..
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