Mr. Joshay’s 21 Crunk St. album is San Antonio’s answer to the popular police crime drama TV show 21 Jump Street only the album is more crunk than the TV show. The album has themes similar to 21 Jump Street. Songs on this album cover issues such as gang activity, drug trafficking, abuse, murder, and other crimes of that nature. Southern rap meets gangsta rap on this album. Mr. Joshay raps in a smooth laid back voice. His voice blends in well with the smooth production. Who knew such smoothness could come from San Antonio, Texas? Think 21 Crunk Street.
Ricé, Sean Tompkins, and 17 Freeze produced one tight ass album. Ricé’s production style is double bass and double guitars on top of high quality sound. Ricé is known for his smooth production. 17 Freeze plays the guitar on many of his songs. Sean Tompkins served as the executive producer for the whole album and pulled songs that Mr. Joshay performed, rapped, and featured on from other albums.
Ricé, 17 Freeze, and Sean Tompkins were the “go-to” producers in San Antonio much of the 1990s and 2000s. Ricé, 17 Freeze, and Sean Tompkins were the in-house producers for Commerce St. Records.
The songs that were featured on other albums were Gang Story, Game On Freeze, You and Your Nine, and Go Live. The album was produced at Ricé’s Music Box Studios when it was located in his trailer at Westhill Mobile Home & RV Park on Pinn Road in Southwest San Antonio. That is why you can hear his sound all over the album.
Now this album was supposed to be released on BLVD Records (Boulevard Records) in 1998 but wasn’t because BLVD Records got shut down by the IRS for tax evasion. This led Mr. Joshay to sign with Sean Tompkins label Commerce Street Records to release his debut album 21 Crunk St. So the album was released on Commerce Street Records in 1999 instead.
Mr. Joshay’s 21 Crunk St was released on CD format with no barcode. Sean Tompkins was responsible for releasing the album on his own label which was Commerce Street Records. That label was responsible for releasing his albums. Mr. Joshay represented Commerce Street to the fullest. Not too many people know this but Commerce Street Records was located inside of the old Windsor Park Mall in San Antonio, Texas. The address for Commerce Street Records was 7900 North IH-35, Suite L-5, San Antonio, TX 78218.
The legendary graphic design company Pen n Pixel designed the 21 Crunk St album cover. That album cover is Las Vegas themed. You have the Sands Motel and Theater on the left and Goldfingers Barber Shop on the right next to Wild Boyz and a casino. Not to mention High Rollers. Notice all the bright lights, cars, bars, and glitter. There is a billboard of albums that were released on Commerce Street Records underneath the Ghetto Theatre sign. The compilations Runnin Blind and Midnight Drama had been released by then.
Bayside Distribution distributed 21 Crunk St on a consignment deal where they distributed his album on consignment and would not send a check until every unit was sold. So how Bayside Distribution would distribute 21 Crunk St is by taking 1,000 units and place 5 copies or so in regions and countries as far away as Japan, Finland, and Panama. However his album would sit on the shelf. But that was not the case in Japan. 21 Crunk St was a success in Japan.
Over 500 CDs of the 21 Crunk St album were shipped to California. 21 Crunk St was the hottest album in Sacramento and the Bay Area next to X-Raided – The Unforgiven and Mac Dre – Doo Doo Dumb at one point. Over 5,000 copies of Mr. Joshay – 21 Crunk St were pressed. You see Mr. Doctor and Mr. Joshay used the same distributors for their albums back in the 90s and 00s. That is also why you see the original cover artwork and advertisement for the Mr. Doctor – Bombay album.
The intro has Ricé playing a funky guitar as Mr. Joshay explains the subject matter and content of his debut album. Ricé sings at the very end of the intro. This intro is an overall funky intro. So smoke your weed as this shit only gets better when you’re high.
Mr. Joshay shows love and pays homage to the ghetto on “Ghetto Tears”. It’s another one of SA’s best songs that got overlooked in the rise of Southern rap. The song is filled with such smoothness over mean bass played and performed by Ricé. This song also backed by a loud powerful gospel sounding chorus.
It ain’t nothing like the ghetto. You know these Texas g’s be getting dollars. The ghetto is part of Mr. Joshay and he cannot let go of the ghetto. The ghetto is in him spiritually and mentally. So raise your hands if you can feel this southern sound and if you know you can feel him. Only the strong survive. Ghetto tears run out of his eyes.
Even through the hard times and hardships, Mr. Joshay gets his. They wonder why a ghetto child commits crimes. In the line of hard times a ghetto child commits crimes. Mr. Joshay’s game has been laid. You find that Mr. Joshay gets paid in this game (life of crime). His aim is to get paid. That is his goal. He stays all about his scrilla (cash). Mr. Joshay is an OG who claims LPT (Lockwood Park Terrace).
The war is on. He is stacking stones and change like a baby version of Al Capone. You don’t want to plex (beef) to with these Texas boys. Niggaz want to ride. Front and back & side to side with Mr. Joshay in a Cadillac. Slip with him down Burnet Street. All draped out like Lil Keke.
It ain’t nothing like the ghetto. You know these Texas g’s be getting dollars. The ghetto is part of Mr. Joshay and he cannot let go of the ghetto. So raise your hands if you can feel this southern sound.
Mr. Joshay is sad because his daddy is doing time for being caught up in the grind. He did his dirt. He was trying to make ends meet by stacking paper and get up on his feet so his family can eat. Now he pays for what he did in the streets. Now we as taxpayers pay for what he did in the streets. People ask Mr. Joshay why he is the way he is. Because he watches another person pull jack moves doing robberies, drive Cadillacs, and stack money. The streets are what pay. If you fuck around with his scrilla, you are going to end up in a brain dead state.
It ain’t nothing like the ghetto. You know these Texas g’s be getting dollars. The ghetto is part of Mr. Joshay. From the Uptown District to Sutton Homes it’s on.
Sittin On Top is one of the many songs Mr. Joshay and Lil Sin recorded together. The sound has a feeling of bounce over heavy bass and hard hitting beats. Mr. Joshay, Lil Sin, and Big Chief were sitting on top of the world.
Big Chief’s occupation is small time as he is out to get his. He has to survive. So he keeps his hustle on. The laws are something he watches out for. His life is a game. These niggaz are shiesty. He keeps his eyes on his riches. This is something real.
Mr. Joshay is sitting on top of the world. He is in this rap game to win. He is serving dime pieces of rocks on the block. Money is something he needs. Mr. Joshay marks his territory with graffiti on the wall.
There was a party at the VIP section of the VIP Club in San Antonio, Texas. Mr. Joshay was chilling at the spot. All his dogs were drinking hennessey and getting high. Down South swangas were popping trunks. Mr. Joshay ran up on this bad ass bitch from Arizona. So he ran his game on her. Niggas were mad because she chose Mr. Joshay. Mr. Joshay spit the game so cold that she froze.
Who the fuck is that skinny nigga sitting on top of the world? It’s Lil Sin. Lil Sin wants his cash. Money is his addiction. He is everywhere.
Go Live was also put on a compilation called Young Southern Playaz – Dirty 3rd which was released in 2000. K-Sam of P.K.O., Point Blank, Down and Dirty Clique (DDC), and UNLV all had guest spots on that song. The song has that fast paced New Orleans bounce sound. It don’t get no liver than this. Mr. Joshay sure knows how to get people listening with his raps and his smoothness. He has finesse and that Texas swang. Lil Ya gives the song that New Orleans bounce sound and Dirty South sound.
Gang Story is a deadly tale of gang life in San Antonio, Texas. The song gives the listener(s) details about a tragic gang related murder took place on the East Side of San Antonio. Gang Story has some deep lyrics and smooth production that is well organized. The sound effects in the background are dope. Today this song is regarded as an old school 210 classic.
Now this song was recorded back when San Antonio was the drive-by capital of Texas and gang capital of Texas. San Antonio was the murder capital of Texas during this time. A majority of the drive-by shootings in San Antonio occurred during the 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s were gang related.
Gang Story was written when Mr. Joshay was serving a prison sentence at Garza East Unit back in 1995. Mr. Joshay, Lil Papa, and Bullet used to bust rhymes for the cellblock. Bullet was the coldest rapper in the joint and in the cellblock. The song reminded them of home. Mr. Joshay wrote Gang Story based on that experience and feeling. And wondering if his homie feel the love when he pours the 40 oz. This was his way to keep his two potnas in his heart. Mr. Joshay never even thought the song would be a hood classic.
Ricé produced Gang Story. Tanya Anderson and recorded the backgrounds with Ricé. That is who is singing those nice background vocals. Now this song Gang Story was recorded at his studio back when it was in his trailer at Westhill Mobile Home & RV Park on Pinn Road in Southwest San Antonio. Music Box Studios was his studio that operated out of a trailer.
Gang Story was a song that was featured on Ricé’s compilation Swisher Deep in 1997. Sean Tompkins put Gang Story on the 21 Crunk St. album when they were short on tracks.
This gang shit is getting out of hand with all these people dying on both sides of San Antonio. Gang violence is all for nothing. Nowadays niggaz go the game mixed up and twisted up.
Police sirens can be heard at the very beginning of this song. So you already know there is trouble. Homey, have you heard? Another gang related murder has been committed in the hood and Mr. Joshay has just received word. There weren’t too many words exchanged. Some gang members threw their sets up by throwing gang signs and commenced shooting. They threw their sets up and just left.
The spot is getting hot. Mr. Joshay could have sworn he saw the devil on the next block over. Bullets were flying, ricocheting off the curb. One last shot was fired. Mr. Joshay looked to check for his money and his sack to see if everything was intact. Everything was all intact. He looked around to only find his homie laying on his back. He had a Swisher Sweet in his hand that was still lit. Blood was rushing from his head and his eyes were open. This state of shock nearly blew Mr. Joshay’s mind.
Girls are hollering at the crime scene. But who is going to explain that he was in a gang to his momma? Mr. Joshay can’t even image how much pain his momma is going through to see her only child laying in the dirty. He can’t imagine how much she is hurting. He shares the sorrow and pain as they stare in disbelief. His momma says, “My baby can’t be dead. Tell me he’s just asleep. No.” She asks why did her son have to die. She starts to cry. He didn’t say a word. How could she be so cold? He asks the Lord to have mercy over his dead homie’s soul. Just another gang story.
These streets can make you feel so sad and cry. It’s enough to make you lose your mind.
Sirens scream and lights gleam as the night got dark. Another tragedy was going down at Lockwood Park. (For those who know, Lockwood Park is located on the East Side of San Antonio.)
Now a news report on TV is being aired. The report read, “Just another gang member shot at a well known crack spot.” The female news anchor reported the following, “Just in on the 10 o’clock news at 10 PM, Police report a gang member has been shot on San Antonio’s East Side. They have no current suspects or leads in this case.”
But being that this murder case is gang related, San Antonio Police Department is not about to waste taxpayer dollars by investigating this murder. The chief of police is at home asleep. Happy as hell because another nigga is off the streets.
A meeting was held in Lockwood Park the following day. The meeting was based on who the perpetrators were and retaliation. Mr. Joshay said, “This ain’t about the gang. So put away your chrome. I know ya’ll feel the pain but let me handle this alone.” They saw that Mr. Joshay was brokenhearted as he prepared to end this war the other gang started. He loads his pistol up with bullets. He pulls the trigger and bullets start flying. The person from the other gang was shot in the back. Mission is accomplished. Murder in the first degree.
Just another gang story. Mr. Joshay wonders if his homie feels the love as he pours the 40 ounce (40 oz.) on the curb.
Lyrics to the chorus represent the insanity of gang life and the streets.
These streets can make you feel oh so sad and make you want to cry
It’s enough to make you lose your mind
Mr. Joshay gets crunk on the album with the song Get Crunk. He sure knows how to get people riled up with his raps and his smoothness. He has finesse and that Texas swang. The crunkness fits in perfectly with the album. This song is also for them real niggaz. DJ Snake produced Get Crunk. Big Mello makes an appearance on Get Crunk.
Before You Kill Me is a Dirty South rap track powered by super heavy bass and features Baton Rouge rap heavyweight C-Loc. Before You Kill Me is a friends turn foes type of track where people who were once your friends are now your enemies who want to kill you. For example a friend you grew up with, did dirt with, and put in work with. They start hating once you are bubbling. They start acting like they want to kill you.
Here is one example. That gal that claims she loves will probably be the first one to go. She’ll betray and kill you. She never really had your back or supported you. Nowadays niggaz go the game mixed up and twisted up.
Keep The Money is one of the best songs 17 Freeze aka Skip Wayne produced in his career as a producer. The beats and synths are on point. 17 Freeze was the go-to in-house producer for Commerce St. Records at the time this song was recorded, engineered, and produced.
Mr. Joshay tells you can keep the money and the fame, but if you disrespect him he will charge it to the game and take it out on you. That is the message of this song.
Mr. Joshay has been to 3 funerals in one week. That is something he has seen. That’s why he can’t sleep. These motherfuckers want beef. Now picture that. Here Mr. Joshay will manipulate your mind zone and will have your mind blown into an unexpected state of shock when Commerce Street Records hits the block.
Every murder starts with a story. A young nigga with a pistol trying to end the glory. If you take away his homies and his nine millimeter handgun, he’s just a child who is caught up in this life of crime. Another motherfucker that fell victim to the game and this life of crime.
At one point Mr. Joshay was in that position. He simply thought he was paying dues for his hood. He thought he made the rules since everything is fair game in this criminal lifestyle. It was his thoughts that put himself into this dirty game and criminal lifestyle. It’s too late to change things now. Shit is looking strange. That’s why Mr. Joshay smokes marijuana to take away the pain. Fuck the fame and money.
You can keep the money and take the fame. But if you disrespect Mr. Joshay, he will charge it to the game and take it out on you.
Have you ever seen a man die with a swisher in his hand and couldn’t understand why? The neighborhood is like a battlefield in Beirut with children learning how to shoot. People will even sacrifice themselves for the price of wealth. Cash rules everything around us.
Some of the words and lyrics used in this song came from a song called Eternity from his 2006/2016 album Playas Life. Both lyrics are identical to each other. Below is an example of some words and lyrics that were used in Eternity which were later used in Keep The Money.
Equipped with the grip on time
This is an exhibit of a city where the sun don’t shine
Infatuated by the rhythms and the life of crime
I keep my mind on my money all the damn time
It doesn’t matter if you live or die
I see the tears in niggaz eyes
They too real to cry
That’s why the nonsense won’t cease
I even label the police as a savage beast
Baby Boy was a song Mr. Joshay wrote in order to get his baby brother to listen to him about what he had to say. Lyrics in this song were words of advice to his baby brother. Overall the song has a sad mournful vibe instead the usual upbeat smooth vibe and sound.
Baby Boy was written after Mr. Joshay and his brother got into a fight. Mr. Joshay and his brother had a fight the day before he went in the studio to record songs for the 21 Crunk St album. The fight ended up with them both parting ways. Mr. Joshay was trying to keep his baby brother from being introduced into a life of crime and getting involved in that criminal lifestyle. His baby brother was just being introduced to this game at the time Baby Boy was written and recorded. His baby brother was being introduced to a life of crime better as that criminal lifestyle. Baby Boy was dedicated to his baby brother and to them real niggaz. You ain’t the only motherfucker in this life of crime.
Mr. Joshay tells his little brother in beginning of the song, “Baby brother, please listen to your brother, man. Listen to your brother, bay boy. I see the pain in your eyes. I know it’s hard sometimes. But I’ve got yours, fool, and you’ve got mine.”
Is it pain or the game? The plan of the game is to get money. It’s funny how time passes by and all niggaz do is get high. Mr. Joshay cried his last cry. He puts that on the game. Life is so strange. The situation might have changed. We can be blinded by the glamorous things in life.
Mr. Joshay only gives people one warning and then sprays bullets. Joshay don’t play. You can ask Poppa Squali. Fickle ass niggas hate Mr. Joshay because they simply can’t fade it. He is from SA. The East Side of San Antone, playa. From Wheatley Courts to Sutton Homes, it’s ride or die. Mr. Joshay says, “If I should die before the Lord brings light, then I must have had a hell of a night.”
“If I should die before the Lord brings light, then I must have had a hell of a night.”
No one puts much effort into music these days. You don’t get lyrics like this anymore.
Mr. Joshay tells his brother to listen to him and what he has to say. “Baby brother, won’t you listen to your brother, man? Listen to your brother, baby boy. I see the pain in your eyes. I know it’s hard sometimes. But I’ve got yours, fool, and you’ve got mine.”
These are the lyrics to the chorus which made this song so memorable, heartfelt, and nerve-sticking.
Baby brother, won’t you listen to your brother, man?
Listen to your brother, baby boy
I see the pain in your eyes
I know it’s hard sometimes
But I’ve got yours, fool, and you’ve got mine.
It’s unexplainable how the criminal lifestyle really is. So analyze and peep game from Mr. Joshay. Niggaz sell cocaine in the city to maintain or gang bang. It won’t stop as niggaz are steadily dying for colors. Gang life has got a stronghold on his brother. His brother doesn’t care if he dies as he represents the other side which is a different gang from Lockwood Park Terrace (LPT). He stays aways from home all night while trying to get his part time slang on and bang on. Fool hang on.
Mr. Joshay has been to hell already. So he knows what the criminal lifestyle is like. Mr. Joshay likes that chronic smoke and puffs on Mary Jane. He knowns his brother’s pain. Mr. Joshay tells his brother things in the streets ain’t what they seem to be. He tells his brother, “Things in them streets ain’t what they seem to be. Fuck them niggaz and these bitches. Stack your cream, young g. I see a warrior that fights until he’s gone. It’s a shame that you live by the chrome. It’s in your face but you pretend to be blind. I’ve got yours, fool, and I know you’ve got mine.”
Mr. Joshay sees a warrior that fights until he’s gone. It’s a shame that he has to live by the gun. The truth is in his face but he pretends to be blind. His brother chooses not to face the truth.
Mr. Joshay has already been to hell. He feels his little brother’s pain. Plus he puffs on chronic as he loves that Mary Jane (marijuana). Life is not a game or a toy. Mr. Joshay keeps it real by speaking the truth. Nobody told his little brother about the dark side of street life. Nobody told him about the dark skies or the harsh cries of a young child when someone dies. Life really fucks with people.
Is it reality or just a dream? When crack fiends empty the pockets of a dead person. All these things will make you wonder. All these player haters will create these schemes to take you under. They are plotting on your downfall.
His baby brother grabs thunder and goes plotting up a jack move to impress his homies. He isn’t the only person caught up in this life of crime. Surely he is now going to be headed for the pen if he keeps this behavior and lifestyle up.
The song ends with Mr. Joshay telling his little brother to cherish his life and that he will be there for him when he needs him. He would sacrifice his soul for him because he is his baby brother.
He tells his baby brother, “You grab your thunder and pull a jack to impress you homies but you’ll be locked up in the pen where nights are oh so lonely. You ain’t the only motherfucker in this life of crime. Cherish your life. It’s like it’s mine. So, fool, just take your time. Keep on your mind. I’ll be there. Never ask another. I’ll sacrifice my soul for yours because you’re my baby brother. Baby brother, won’t you listen to your brother, man? Listen to your brother, baby boy. I see the pain in your eyes. I know it’s hard sometimes. But I’ve got yours, fool, and you’ve got mine.”
Kinda Playa represents what kind of playa Mr. Joshay really. Now those electronic synths you hear on this song were way ahead of 1999. Those electronic synths were way ahead of their time. Those electronic synths sound similar to synths you would hear in new school rap. DJ Snake produced the beats and synths on this song. You can’t go wrong with DJ Snake.
Mr. Joshay is the kind of playa everybody knows. He drives a Cadillac and rides on Vogues. He can tell by the way people stare at his cars that they like him. Mr. Joshay is always doing something new.
Watch out for them playa haters and snitches. And them bitches too. Bitches can be your friend or your foe. However bitches are out to get you for your money. Never trust a hoe unless you’re a pimp out to get cash. People from all around came to hear Mr. Joshay flow. Mr. Joshay is the kind of playa everybody knows.
All praise to the pimp game. Mr. Joshay’s life is like dream or a movie. Coming down clean shining candy paint. He is the playa that every motherfucker knows. He’s run with the slickest of the pimps. The way people stare at him.
She Don’t Mean Shit is a rap love story of heartbreak and betrayal. Mr. Joshay has this badass yellow bone chick that is finer than a mothafucka. She’ll do anything for some scratch. She is 6 feet tall. Watch how bad she acts. She’s going down like that. The sex appeal is her ass. There’s no shame if she ever leaves him. Mr. Joshay says, “She don’t mean shit to me. You can have her if you want her.”
You and Your Nine came from the Runnin’ Blind compilation that was released in 1997 by Commerce St. Records on CD. Sean Tompkins put You and Your Nine on the Runnin Blind compilation first. Sean Tompkins later included the song on the 21 Crunk St. album because the album was short on tracks. That was all Sean’s idea. Label mates Dirty Red and King 13 make an appearance.
Sean Tompkins co-produced You and Your Nine and Ricé did the instrumentation arrangements. The song has a smooth but brooding sound of uncertainty. Things get kind of eerie due to the tone and sound. Still this song is regarded as old school San Antonio hip hop/rap at its finest.
King 13 the freestyle king graces the track first.
You bastards always talk about murderous shit. Gotta get your gat and your click because ya’ll can’t squabble it. Those same people are the same ones who go to the pen and end up being the first ones to get raped. Sucking dick and getting fucked like a bitch. Ain’t made to run on these streets. You grab your heat from under the drivers seat of your vehicle because your boxing game is weak. That ass gets beat and teeth are split. All this to avoid the grief. Slanging in them slums.
Bitch made to the core. Doing driveby shootings are easier than fighting. People who are cowards do driveby shootings because they can’t fight. We all gotta die in due time. Be true to yourself.
King 13 is strong in the rap game as he is the freestyle king of San Antonio rap/hip hop. He is flipping the flow with niggas that ain’t gonna last. King 13 was known for flipping the flows in his rap back in the 90s.
Dirty Red raps on the second verse.
Dirty Red dedicates his hate to pussy packing niggaz bumping they gums about some beef shit. That could have been done a long time ago. Boxing ain’t the thang for them to do. They are bitch made to the core as King 13 said. Grabbing a fully automatic weapon is part of retaliating and causing static. Such mannerisms is considered cold blooded to the bone. Bumping Al Green and watching Al Capone. The name ain’t nothing but the skin tone. Dirty Red takes people on going head first. It hurts to see a player ball. These haters are looking for the next player to gank.
Mr. Joshay raps at the very end of this song.
Come fly with this young black villain. Look into his eyes and you’ll spot the killers at night. Young villains who stacking they scrilla. Young villains blast any motherfucker on sight. Like that. These niggaz don’t be playing in Texas.
Mr. Joshay tells people not to hesitate to shoot at him if they plan on doing so. Don’t waste his time if you ain’t finna pull the trigger. The song is aimed at the weak and fake people. Those type of people are quick to grab their guns instead of actually fight. They don’t last long as they are not made to run on these streets. You might as well shoot yourself.
Game On Freeze was from Nino’s sophomore album Unstoppable which was released in 1998. The song features Nino of P.K.O. and Dogie. Ricé and 17 Freeze aka Skip Wayne produced Game On Freeze.
Sometimes when you fall off and your game is slower than usual, the game is on freeze. Sometimes things come to a halt when you fall down the ladder. But you end up later getting back into your position. That is what Game On Freeze is about.
The game is on freeze like it’s -20º F below. Ain’t nothing shaking in the trees from pounds to kilos. Loosing 10 grand ain’t shit to Nino. He can do a show overseas and come back home to perform. Nino fell off for a minute back in 1996 but he got back into his position in 1998. There’s no shit in competition. He got them hoes on their toes. All his dreams came true. Recognize that a real pimp is being chosen. Nino is just a six figure nigga rapping. No more Gucci or alligator shoes on his feet. His game is on freeze.
All Mr. Joshay wants to do smoke a blunt but he has to get that money. Why are they player hating on him? He represents San Antonio. Him and Nino have got the game on freeze.
Is it the crazy bitches that they be pimpin’ or those trips to Las Vegas that people are hating on them? Mr. Joshay can’t seem to understand all the hate aimed towards them. People can have nice things but they take them for granted. He has a bad ass yellow hammer and a condo in Atlanta. Southernplayalistic swang is nothing but a Texas thang. (It’s also a Georgia thang too.) Mr. Joshay shows love to all gang sets.
Now the verse rapped by Dogie is just as smooth and whimsical as Mr. Joshay’s verse. He has the same smoothness as he does.
Mary Lou has that laid back smoothness as Ricé produced the double guitars and double bass you hear playing in the background. The song is an ode to marijuana. Imagine getting blitzed while writing rhymes to a fresh ass verse to a rap song you wrote. Feels so good all the time.
It’s summertime. Mr. Joshay has a glass of wine. He drunk that wine down with a little pine. Of course he starts coughing. Mary Lou makes him feel so good. Mr. Joshay is down with a woman named Mary Lou. Marijuana that is. He is sitting on the porch with his homeboys busting rhymes. Felt so good all the time.
It was on a Sunday during summertime at the location of 21 Crunk Street that Mr. Joshay was writing a rhyme to a fresh verse to a rap song he wrote.
Mr. Joshay was a young g. The homies already know his name. They used to pass him a dollar for school clothes to keep his little ass out of the game of crime. One day he decided to be like them. His life was planned and chose. Be gone like the wind.
He was mad at his relative named Ingrid because she sent him to the store. He bought the cheapest thing and kept the change. He hid the rest of the money. When he walked outside, he bumped into Mary. She was tight. She had to be the baddest bitch he had ever seen in his whole damn life. She was this one specific woman who would never get with him. She asks him, “Ain’t you Mr. Joshay? I saw you on the porch writing with a book. I got $3.15 and 5 for 20.” He got introduced to marijuana and was hooked instantly. He’s down with Mary Lou.
I rate this album 5/5*****!!