I don’t know about ya’ll, but when I get back to the crib after a long day macking (I love the ladies and they love me right back!) I need a bit of down time. So before I get ready for another night of drinking 40s and smoking blunts while hollerin’ at a bitch, I like to pour myself a glass of Hennessey and get creative for an hour or so – spend some quality time with the daddy of the mack daddy, aka "me".**But I don’t want my clique to think I’m a pansy-ass chickenhead, painting rainbows and kittens like a chump, so I have to keep things ghetto. Fortunately, my boys at Last Gasp Publishing have come up with just the trick – the GANGSTA RAP COLORING BOOK . Boo yah! Now all my homies be breaking out their Crayolas and chilling at mine. La di da di, we likes to party!








