I Get Around

So check it. Dad had some so visitors come in this weekend so I had to show them some love. Then I found out these gals were from Texas! That's Dad's homeland! Anyway, I showed these Ladies -- La Nova and Alyssa -- how a dogg holds it down. I met Alyssa's new husband and barked him some orders that he best treat my homegirl right, you know what I'm saying?

La Nova here was scared of me, though. It turns out, her last boyfriend was a dog and she thinks all us dogs are bad. (Well, some of us are bad, like me, but I'm not all that bad.)


Hanging out with them...I realized. Man, a dogg knows how to hang out with the human females. And everyone I meet falls in love with me? Is it my playa talent? My tongue? My eyes? Growl? Who knows. Poor dad. He doesn't have what I have. All I know is that I get around...


Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please

Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip
I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking
Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn
Now we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
Something's on your mind, let it off
You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me
Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me?
It's a lot of real G's doing time
Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie
You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
Cause I only got one night in town
Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down?
I get around...

'Cause I'm Bossy!

And while I'm giving shout outs, my Tia Cynthia here is about to start her first semester as a sociology professor at Quinnipiac College in Hamden (near New Haven), Connecticut. A lot of people don't know, but I helped Cynthia with her (diss)ertation. She came to visit Dad and me in New Mexico once, and I was at her feet giving her ideas on "Between Shame and Authenticity: Negotiating 3rd+ Generation Mexican Ethnicities in Los Angeles." Yep. I gave her the dawg perspective and she's gonna give me a shout out in the back. Them Connecticut kids are gonna be in fo' a surprise. Tia here is gonna break it down for them about the world. She just moved to Connecticut from New York, and she, my dad and another friend are thinking of starting an East Coast gang called the New England CIA. I can already hear her singing...

I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right i brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right, i'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy

I'm the chick y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told John Sterling he should switch debate
I'm back with an 808

'cause I'm bossy!

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde...

So check it out. My homegirl and my Dad's friend here, Diana Marie Delgado, is getting some of her poetry published in the upcoming issue of Indiana Review! That means, D is on her way to becoming the New Generation's Lorna Dee Cervantes. (Now now...she still more than a Loose Woman, who breaks things, ping ping...that's so 1980s). Anyway, you should check out her work, yo. She went to my Dad's grad school and she knows how to treat a dog. In fact, she's even written a poem called "Wolf!" ...but I don't think it's about a dog...

Here we are partying like gangstas in the NYC. Man, I hardly remember anything from that night. That's what I get from hanging out with a California Chola. New Mexico cholas don't even come close. Shout out to my girl, D!

Wolf

Wolf can’t walk so he sends me
to the liquor store for Sisco
and two loose cigarettes.
Babe, he yells after me

make sure it’s the pink one,
orange doesn’t give a good buzz.
I look up and the sun is flashing,
the pavement grain aglitter.

Earlier, he lifted the cushion
of his chair to show me a gun
wrapped in shoeshine rags.
Just in case—he said, pointing the gun

toward the cawing field across the street.
Weeks had passed since the fire
but the birds still circled, searching
for something to land on.


© Diana Marie Delgado

Can't Knock the Hustle

I got extensive bones, and expensive clothes
and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows
What y'all don't know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle

Summer is almost done here in New England and a dog has to get in his workout before Frosty comes on through this mug. Went to the park today to run around and show some Pit Bulls how I hold it down. Ever just run around to run around? Just do it with no place to go? A dog has to keep in shape. I ain't getting a belly like you humans. Everytime I walk outside I see more and more fat people. (Dad...you need to keep up with your running, or I'm gonna have to roll you on out of our apartment for more walks).

Speaking of hustling...So my dad goes to New York to see FC Barcelona whip up on the New York Red Bulls, right? And guess who scores twice? My homeboy Ronaldinho. He nailed a penalty kick then stomp a pass from Messi into the net, and it was all she wrote. Damn traffic kept Dad out in Jersey for more than two hours after the game, but he said it was worth it. Watching Ronaldinho score is like watching Henry Aaron go yard. FC Barcelona is the team, yo. We need to get Gol TV.

GOOOOOOLLLLLLLL!

I'm takin out this time

to give you a piece of my mind

Who do you think you are?

Baby one day you'll be a star

But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy

cause that's the way you're makin me feel

I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time

to knock the hustle for real

It's my birthday...It's my birthday

Go, shorty
It's my birthday
We gon' party like it's my birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's my birthday
And you know we don't give a ----
cause it's not your birthday

My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look dogggies i done came up and i ain't change.

A dog turned two today, yo. It's time to get crunked. Dad had to work most of the day so we're going to celebrate my birthday all week, you know what I'm saying? We're going to New York City this weekend, maybe go to Central Park so I can chase me some Manhattan pigeons and stuff. I'm still full of energy, if any of y'all have doubts. I maybe getting old but I'm still down for mine. I still feel like I did when I was six weeks. I can still chew like a mug. Don't forget that, yo.

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Doggie you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that punk fast doggie trying to pull me back right?