There’s an old hood colloquialism that says “You don’t have to ask a boy where he’s from. All you have to do is listen to him!” Well playas…if you listen to D’Angelo Russell for 15 seconds you already know that he’s not from ANY HOOD, USA and that he didn’t grow up anywhere near boyz that have the potential of beatin’ the brakes off of you for violatin’ the smallest of hood protocol.
On Monday durin’ his introductory press conference with the Brooklyn Nets the dun wasted no time tellin’ boyz that he’s the buster that they thought he was. Within 15 seconds every real cat in New York City was ready to drive over to the Barclays Center and put hands on him. Ole boy threw his brand new teammate, Caris LeVert, under the bus for missin’ some type of workout with him which the world didn’t need to know about or actually cared about.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! The fact that he’s already had the nerve to get Nick Young on tape admittin’ that he was cheatin’ on his then fiancé, Iggy Azalea, should have told you everything that you needed know about this cat. And what’s that bruh? That he grew up with a bunch of suburban cats that wouldn’t tap him up for that type of foolishness.
The dun went to boardin’ school in Montverde, Florida with a bunch of rich kids. Now I’ve got nothin’ against rich kids or bein’ rich playa. We all want to be rich. However, growin’ in those environments don’t teach you how NOT to violate hood protocol and that’s cool if you lived your life around folks that grew up rich but you don’t. D’Angelo Russell is in the NBA and the vast majority of cats he’s dealin’ with right now are straight from the bottom. That’s a problem when you’re pullin’ the type of stunts he’s pullin’.
I guess it’s permissible to record a boyz tellin’ his business and then to post it for the world to see. I guess it’s permissible to just call a boy out that you just hooked up with when you’ve just walk in the door.
But in ANY HOOD, USA you get the dog snot beaten out of you for that type of foolishness and had he grown up there we wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation. It’s cool that he didn’t grow up like that but he has to realize that he’s got to stay in his lane. Why? Because at some point he’s goin’ to put the wrong cat on blast and he’s goin’ to get tapped up because snitches get stitches isn’t just a bunch of words that somebody put together because they rhyme. Stop me when I start lyin’!
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
2) ANY HOOD, USA: noun – any ghetto in America the rules are the same.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!