<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:35:38.626-07:00</updated><category term='Nights Out'/><category term='Takin &apos;Em Back'/><category term='Only In Rudes Realm'/><category term='Sports Section'/><category term='I Get It'/><category term='Special Edition'/><category term='Real Talk'/><category term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><category term='Rude at the Movies'/><category term='Rude&apos;s Current Events'/><category term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Yea I Said That</title><subtitle type='html'>What? Did you think I wasn't gonna say it?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-2022793948447327928</id><published>2010-06-13T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:45:44.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Talk'/><title type='text'>Contributing to the Crisis</title><content type='html'>I'm not about to sit here and point fingers at Obama because this economic standstill that America is facing was foreseeable. Due to greed, bad business decisions, and our last president being an ignoramus, we're faced with a deficit that's only going to get worse before it gets better. The objective of this newly proposed bailout plan is to minimize the current 9.7% unemployment rate that's currently plaguing this country and seems to be getting worse. The Obama administration is seeking $50 BILLION in state and federal funding in order to avoid massive layoffs of public officials such as police officers, and firemen;educators are also on the list of professionals that could be doomed if jobs are cut. Let's do the math people, $787 Billion from last year's stimulus plan plus the proposed $50 Billion from this bright idea equals a staggering $837 billion. All this money is being spent and conditions aren't improving. We don't need another bailout plan. What we need is an adequate plan that's inclusive of an economist stepping to the forefront and looking into alternatives because this clearly isn't working. My take on this whole shabang is our economy is about to be in deep frogpoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-2022793948447327928?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2022793948447327928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=2022793948447327928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2022793948447327928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2022793948447327928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2010/06/contributing-to-crisis.html' title='Contributing to the Crisis'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8010274056842420015</id><published>2010-06-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:07:07.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Talk'/><title type='text'>"Crips &amp; Bloods: Made In America"</title><content type='html'>Back at it again people.... I know I haven't blogged in a while, but I've been extremely busy. Back now though, and this time I want to take a more serious approach to my blogs. This particular blog was an assignment that I had to do for my Urban Sociology class, and I feel like it touches down on something that we should all be aware of. While it may not be pleasant, a lot of shit in life isn't and we need to be fully aware of those unpleasant subjects. So, I'm not going to chit-chat too much, I'm just going to jump right into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/TAfjtzQVH-I/AAAAAAAAATA/GmTyYZ9rPIs/s1600/made_in_america_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/TAfjtzQVH-I/AAAAAAAAATA/GmTyYZ9rPIs/s400/made_in_america_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478597847711817698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Crips and Bloods: Made in America”, a documentary directed by Stacy Peralta chronicles gang life in South Central LA, where it all started at, and how these two infamous gangs, the Crips and the Bloods, emerged and have evolved over the last few decades. South Central Los Angeles is home to the two biggest riots in American history: the Watts riot of 1965 which was the result of what many believe was a racist traffic stop, and the 1992 riot which resulted from the acquittal (despite being seen on video) of LAPD officers who brutally beat motorist Rodney King. Also hailing from Southern California, are the Crips and the Bloods who have been warring in South Central LA for more than 40 years; this concrete battle has taken more than five times the amount of lives taken in the sectarian war in Northern Ireland. Although gangs have existed since slavery, a question that still stands is, why do they exist? And the reason why they exist isn’t just one reason, it’s several.&lt;br /&gt; Amongst the several reasons why these gangs exist are the factors that have contributed to this existence, and that have cornered these young black men of South Central LA into gang life. These factors are social disinvestment, the culture-of-poverty argument (formerly, the social disorganization theory), anomie (normlessness), the opportunity structure, and capitalistic ideals. In accordance with Durkheim's definition of anomie (normlessness) some gang members testify that the reason for them being part of these gangs are because they are born into it, it's what they were exposed to as children, and it’s what they grew up around. "I grew up in the hood. I was born in the hood. Imma die in the hood"(Big Girch, Santana Blocc Crips). Not only him, but a lot of other young black men feel like there is no favorable alternative in the streets of LA which is why these gangs persist. In essence, this is all they know. &lt;br /&gt;This absence of feasible alternatives lead to what these young adults see in the opportunity structure that is presented by gangs or gang life. Current members were exposed to it and now the children that bare witness to this, such as their younger siblings or their children are following that mold, and may be faced with that same fate; it would just be a continuous cycle. Unless change occurs through strategic reinvestment, that is pouring money into these social reform programs as opposed to spending so much of it on the prison system, there really is no hope for a better tomorrow. There's more money being spent during the process of prosecuting these young men than there is on job training so that these individuals can obtain skills, in order to gain employment so that they can earn a decent legitimate living. If men can't obtain jobs because of lack of opportunity, how else are they supposed to provide for themselves as well as their family? &lt;br /&gt;Strategic reinvestment can also be a major player in the constructing of community centers with outreach programs for the youth, so that they can see that there is something out there for them other than gang life. Aforementioned and in addition to outreach programs for the children should be substantial job training for young men, so that they do see a future, and so they know that gang life isn’t their only alternative for survival. A major reason why gangs sustain is because they are often attractive to young men that don't have father figures at home, or live in broken or single parent households. Single parent households pose a problem because if there's only one parent, that one parent has to provide, and that means going off to work, or gaining capital to feed his or her family by any means, which in a lot of situations due to lack of opportunity and the culture-of-poverty argument, this capital is gained illegally through dealing drugs. We see this with some of the gang members documented, such as Gee Active (Fruit Town Brims Bloods) and another gang member who recollects his son saying to him, “Dad I know how you make your money.” Once again, the youth witnessing this from their parent or elder siblings contributes to the likelihood that they’ll see this as an avenue for economic gain, henceforth continuing that cycle of gang life or gang activity in order to achieve economic success.  &lt;br /&gt;One of the capitalistic ideals is that things remain the same, status quo; the elite remain seated at the top whereas the not so fortunate, analogous to crabs in a barrel, are left at the bottom fighting for survival, or even worse, left for dead. If you’ve ever seen crabs in a barrel trying to escape, notice how only so many have actually made it to the top of the barrel and even within them making it to the top of the barrel they’re only allowed to go but so far. These crabs are symbolic of the inner-city citizens of Southern California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8010274056842420015?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8010274056842420015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8010274056842420015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8010274056842420015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8010274056842420015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2010/06/crips-bloods-made-in-america.html' title='&quot;Crips &amp; Bloods: Made In America&quot;'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/TAfjtzQVH-I/AAAAAAAAATA/GmTyYZ9rPIs/s72-c/made_in_america_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-4297684281610977501</id><published>2009-10-02T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:20:18.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Edition'/><title type='text'>Bday Edition</title><content type='html'>This is how the spot was lookin last night, and that was only to kick my shit off... Vau De Vire at M2 in the city was the place to be last night. Bringin' in 23 on a positive note. HOLLA AT THE MUTHAFUCKIN BDAY BOY!!!!!! 23! I made it this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ2gM3CHznE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ2gM3CHznE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-4297684281610977501?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4297684281610977501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=4297684281610977501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4297684281610977501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4297684281610977501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/bday-edition.html' title='Bday Edition'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5270717761504995818</id><published>2009-10-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:06:45.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Edition'/><title type='text'>10-3-86</title><content type='html'>Its my bday and I'm gonna tear the roof off this muthafucka for this one, but before i do I wanna take time out to explain what the term birthday means to me, and my perspective on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is a celebration of my 23 years here. I'm still here and I'm still going strong. I couldn't be more proud of myself for the things that I've accomplished and the amount of adversity that I've fought through. A b'day is the one time of the year where the people closest to you are supposed to take time out for you to show their appreciation, and celebrate you. Since I'm a different type of muthafucka, I'm gonna flip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's my muthafuckin day, I want to take time out to say thank you to someone that's beyond levels of special to me, Annie Gloria Santiago, I call her Poo Poo. This individual would go to the end of the universe and back if she thought that that's what it takes to keep me in good spirits. She's been there for me a countless amount of times, not looking for anything in return other than a smile to say I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone that thought I was obnoxious, conceited, a real cocky bastard when we were teenagers, to now be my BEST FRIEND is comical to me. All in all I was everything that I depicted to be and more. I was stuck on myself like I bathed in glue when I was a teenager, but even with that I carried an enigmatic aura about myself that made Poo Poo ponder (bet you can't say that 5x fast)about why the hell I was the way that I was. Now that she knows what she wanted to know all these years, there's no longer a need to question it. How we got to where we are now may never be explanatory, nor am I seeking that explanation. I just know that I'm content with where it is we stand. We got that official Brother-Sister relationship (she's a real pain in the ass). There's nothing that she wouldn't do for me and vice-versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell it amazes me, and I'm so grateful for the shit that this woman does for me. As far as holdin a nigga down when I need someone, always biggin me up when I accomplish things, and just always cherishing the time we spend together. She definitely means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 23 where I'm at in my life with it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer slaving in a factory for meager pay, but I'm working on something that's way bigger, more diligently; It's worth so much more to me. I'm working  hard towards getting my college degree, and I owe this to her, to Poo Poo. Its funny, in a conversation that we had when I was nearing the end of my first college semester, and on my way to becoming an HONORS student (3.6 gpa), Annie and myself touched down on how I got here. I said Annie I don't even remember filling out my college application, and she just turned to me and giggled and said, in the middle of her giggling, "that's because you didn't fill out your college application, I did." I think about it and I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far in my life, my biggest accomplishment in 23 years has been obtaining Honors status at the college level, and the person I owe this to never fails to speak on how proud she is, and acknowledge my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-3-09 is my 23rd b'day, a celebration of me, and I'm gonna show my muthafuckin ass, but at the same time I felt it was only right to thank this person for all that she's done for me. This celebration wouldn't be much of a celebration without her. So.... To my biggest pain in the ass ever, like worse than anybody else when it comes to that, my best friend, my sister, my Poo Poo (I'm the only person that gets away with calling her that), thank you. Much respect, much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SsaxcPXh_GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JgQP8TSsAC0/s1600-h/Akeem%27s+23rd+bday+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SsaxcPXh_GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JgQP8TSsAC0/s400/Akeem%27s+23rd+bday+167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388189102915058786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5270717761504995818?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5270717761504995818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5270717761504995818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5270717761504995818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5270717761504995818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-3-86.html' title='10-3-86'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SsaxcPXh_GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JgQP8TSsAC0/s72-c/Akeem%27s+23rd+bday+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5575244290237756314</id><published>2009-09-28T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:44:36.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>Gang Green!</title><content type='html'>There they go again, winnin and shit. My jets is lookin like new money out there. With a rookie QB callin the shots, who thought they'd be 3-0 and runnin through teams like this? For all those analysts that said the Titans wouldn't go 0-3, HA!x1,000,000,000. You all look like amateurs. ESPN holla at ya boy. I'll get the job done. For the kids that didn't know any better, Na Na Na Boo Boo stick ya head in doo doo! The Jets are the hottest team in the NFL right now. Next stop is N.O. where we see if Mr. Brees can handle the rush because so far nobody has been able to handle it. I know all you haters are out there, and there's really only so much I can say to you Jet hatin ingrates, and thats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hate"&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jay-Z feat Kanye West (BP3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLsHP94bvXs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLsHP94bvXs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5575244290237756314?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5575244290237756314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5575244290237756314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5575244290237756314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5575244290237756314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/gang-green.html' title='Gang Green!'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-2337890710473517363</id><published>2009-09-27T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T04:53:52.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Language &amp; Numbers</title><content type='html'>Now I know the title is standing out like a sore muthafuckin thumb, but there's a reason why its there and I'm definitely about to get into it. There's a new language barrier out, and it's creepin up on a nigga kind of crazy. I find myself trying to understand what the fuck is being said. I don't know who started this shit, but rumor has it that the word wavy came from uptown. When I heard that shit, I'm automatically thinkin to myself, leave it to these muthafuckas, no disrespect, to start up some shit that makes no sense once so ever. And I'll tell ya'll exactly why the shit doesn't make sense. Wavy to me has always been a thing of texture (water, rippled chips, my hair); the "new" wavy is used to describe the in thing, some shit that's cool, something that's becoming. Problem with that is you can't just run up on any muthafucka and be like *best Harlem impersonation* that's wavy. You could be talkin about anything, and that shit sounds gay if you're another grown ass man walkin up to a dude goin "that's wavy". I'd personally look at a nigga, like dude I don't fuck wit that funny shit. You might wanna take that ass to the village or somethin, walkin up in my muthafuckin area talkin about how some shit is wavy. Just keep shit regular you knuckleheaded muthafuckas. That wavy shit sounds silly and dumb, and I don't wanna hear that shit around me unless its in reference to the ocean, some chips, or someone just took they du-rag off. Other than that, that's a dumb ass word. Another word that gets on my last nerve, DOPE. What the FUCK?!?!?!?!?! Is it '88? If that's the case slap a fuckin diaper on me, and lemme sleep, eat, and shit all day. Dope is some real late 80's and 90's shit. It should have been left there. The only muthafuckas that should get a pass for saying that shit are the ones that thrived in that era. And I'm pretty sure they're not sayin this shit no more. The reason why muthafuckas can't be progressive is because they won't let shit go. The word dope is dead and gone, I FUCKIN REPEAT 1,000,000X DEAD &amp; GONE. Unless you're recitin lyrics from a classic Big Daddy Kane song, you shouldn't be sayin dope. The word dope is a fuckin set back! There's no evolution happening. Niggas aint allowin shit to change because old shit keeps getting recycled and thrown back in its regular form. Like damn at least make a damn upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy Kane&lt;/span&gt;-"Ain't No Half Steppin" (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2l2O-JOXG_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2l2O-JOXG_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And numbers, numbers I don't care how many of you "GANGSTAS" I offend out there. That code shit makes you niggas look dyslexic like a muthafucka. The 5's, and 6's that are replacing other letters because you can't use that letter due to the fact that, that's not the  or blood or whatever gang you represent, way of doing shit. What the fuck do you imbeciles do when you have to fill out an application for a job? Not only that, but omitting letters, and putting 8's and 3's in the word to make it look like something. I'm more lenient with females that put numbers in place of letters as opposed to dudes because females do it to make the word "cuter". I'm going to start correctin muthafuckas. If you chill with me, there's no exceptions to the rule. Everybody I hang out with or that I associate myself with has either graduated college, is in college, or has some type of college experience. We can't educate the youth if we can't get beyond avoidance of spelling a word the right way because there's certain letters in it, or it ends a certain way. You muthafuckas are just starting the chain up all over again. And yes there are misspellings all up and down this blog, but this is for style, and not because I can't spell the shit the right way. I'm relating to my readers, not to these bitch ass gang "leaders", or being influenced by "peer pressure". Some of you niggas need to man up because at 22, there's no way in fuckin hell you should still be getting led by another nigga. That shit is borderline gay! Anyway though my noccas, I can't give ya'll too much in one blog. I know my presence on this shit was missed, but every good blogger keeps his/her (shouts out to all the female bloggers) readers wanting more. And on that note I'm outta here BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-2337890710473517363?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2337890710473517363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=2337890710473517363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2337890710473517363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2337890710473517363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/language-numbers.html' title='Language &amp; Numbers'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-6033469944914836833</id><published>2009-09-27T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:46:40.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only In Rudes Realm'/><title type='text'>Back At It</title><content type='html'>Excuse like the extremely long hiatus. Aint enough hours in the day for me to blog on the daily like I want to, but I'm back at it. I know the King of Rude was muthafuckin missed. About a week ago I was flippin through youtube and I came across this Eddie Griffin interview, 3 part interview that I thought was not only funny, but for those of you who have no knowledge of the great comedian that is Eddie Griffin, intellectual as well. This interview that the most underrated comedian in the game did for pyramidwesttv was definitely interesting. Check it out.And oh yea, before one of you silly dumb muthafuckas asks if its the same part on all 3, IT'S NOT! Just starts out the same for the promotional use of that particular company, Think about it before the asinine questions come into play, why in the fuck would I put the same shit 3x???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Griffin-Pt1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PFs9c-MNbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PFs9c-MNbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Griffin-Pt 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CUynLgQRgPg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CUynLgQRgPg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E. Griffin-Pt 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_eK7xdG0Ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_eK7xdG0Ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-6033469944914836833?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6033469944914836833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=6033469944914836833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6033469944914836833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6033469944914836833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-2302888644435410000</id><published>2009-09-01T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:08:42.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>Whats My Muthafuckin Name???</title><content type='html'>"He is I and I am him/ Slim wit the tilted brim/ Whats My muthafuckin name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Snoop Doggy Dogg&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Who Am I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUwnOsTm96A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUwnOsTm96A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-2302888644435410000?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2302888644435410000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=2302888644435410000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2302888644435410000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2302888644435410000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-my-muthafuckin-name.html' title='Whats My Muthafuckin Name???'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-6594974235678060356</id><published>2009-09-01T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:46:33.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takin &apos;Em Back'/><title type='text'>Let's Go Back Again</title><content type='html'>Yea I went back again. Back to a simpler time when television wasn't being ran by all these bullshit reality shows and commercials made sense, and actually made u wanna go out and purchase the product. Today's reality shows are boring as fuck and the sitcoms are becoming extinct. Channeling through youtube I came across a few video clips that reminded me of what tv used to be like, and what commercials were tryna get across. You look at shit now and don't know what's being advertised until the end of then commercial and by the end of the commercial the consumer already gives less than a fuck about whats being sold because we're just waiting for this to be over with. Seriously, when's the last time you seen a commercial and understood what was being advertised or were interested in the product that was being advertised? I take it back to my childhood when aired commercials made you wanna get that product and you often got on your mothers nerves until she caved in and got you that Gatorade, or got you that box of Pop Tarts, or bought you those Chips Ahoy. Hell after this blog I think I'm gonna have to put up a pic of myself to assure you people that I'm not a fat sloth lookin monster. But back to it I go. The only breath of fresh air as far as sitcoms go has been the emergence of Tyler Perry's sitcoms "House of Payne", and "Meet The Browns". Other than that when I watch sitcoms its often in the evening when Nick @ Nite is aired, or I'll flip on TV Land. I kinda envy the people that got to see Good Times when it was actually aired, or The Jeffersons, or All In The Family. Even television shows in the 90's that didn't have long runs like The Wayans Bros and The Jamie Foxx Show trump a majority of the sitcoms that are shown now. Takin ya'll back to shit that a lot of us miss like City Guys and Saved By The Bell.. Takin it back to Wildberry Pop Tarts and fruit roll up commercials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips Ahoy-Squeezed In The Middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jeh3LKvzhMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jeh3LKvzhMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Urkel Dance-Family Matters Episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ncw70Hw1ffs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ncw70Hw1ffs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wayans Bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1pKMYJ9H14&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1pKMYJ9H14&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatorade-Be Like Mike Commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0AGiq9j_Ak&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0AGiq9j_Ak&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hottest sitcom on television now-Meet The Browns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKEZm8UL1jg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKEZm8UL1jg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-6594974235678060356?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6594974235678060356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=6594974235678060356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>Kickin It Real Old School</title><content type='html'>As I get ready to go grab some grub, I figured I'd bless my people with some of that old school feel good type music... Rollin dolo this weekend to maintain a clear head and stay calm and collective, this is the type of music MUSIC that I'll be listening to this weekend. The smooth melodic enchanting (grab a dictionary because I know I lost ya'll)sounds of the stylistics, and hell I'm feeling so damn relaxed that I may even kick it up a notch, and bless my folks with a bonus video.Just so there's no confusion, this isn't the actual video to the song. The clips seen in this video is a ill piece put together by this dude from Philly, and I like it so I'm posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People Make The World Go Round"&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Stylistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExWtwDYwOQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExWtwDYwOQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"And The Beat Goes On"&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kn3oIbBJac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kn3oIbBJac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-2082222427440780771?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2082222427440780771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=2082222427440780771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2082222427440780771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2082222427440780771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/kickin-it-real-old-school.html' title='Kickin It Real Old School'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5237228249711998710</id><published>2009-08-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:02:38.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>Is It All In The Game?</title><content type='html'>I was watching SportsCenter earlier and I saw a couple headlines that caught my attention and it made me think. With everything from Farve retiring and then coming back again to Michael Vick still being shitted on because of a terrible mistake that he made, and the most recent of the incidents is the scandal that the NCAA men's basketball team, Memphis Tigers are tied to. This shit is crazy because you have athletes out here that do the right thing and are still gonna be looked at differently by many because of the actions of those athletes that have fucked up. Being the die hard Chicago Bulls Fan that I am, to hear that the star of the team, Derrick Rose is involved in a scandal where he allegedly had someone else take his SAT's for him forces me to question the credibility of not only college sports, but high school as well. What kind of picture is being painted here? What exactly is this situation telling these kids? D. Rose who is a rising star in the NBA who is idolized by young kids that watch basketball and are aspiring athletes themselves. So for an incident like this to surface is shameful. Its sending a message to these kids that are coming up that as long as you can shoot a basketball that none of that other stuff matters. By sending this message to these kids it minimizes the importance of education amongst these young minds. Wrong is wrong and within this particular situation, shit is all fucked up. It serves Memphis U right that they vacate that 38 win season, and I feel like further action should have been taking along with forcing D. Rose (love his athletic ability none the less)to speak to high school student-athletes and explain to them that what he did was morally wrong and he fucked up by having someone else take his SAT. D. Rose isn't the only athlete that's fuckin up the game and corrupting the minds of the young. Amongst these athletes that are currently on Rude's Shit List is Lebron James. While its no doubting James talent's, off the court the poor sportsmanship exemplified by King James after being eliminated by the Orlando Magic in the playoffs earlier this year was mind boggling for many including myself. Win or Lose, WIN OR LOSE as a superstar athlete and someone that's arguably the best ball player in the game you have to show sportsmanship.There's no reason why after the loss James shouldn't have went and exchanged handshakes and a few kind words to the winners. There's little kids all over that watch this man play ball and he's a role model to a lot of these young cats that are playing ball and coming up in the rankings through high school and college. They're gonna look at that particular incident and feed off of it like its alright to be a sore loser when in all actuality its not. Michael Jordan is the greatest player ever and shook hands even when there was foul play in the games that he was in. Shit they used to head hunt when Mike played playoff games in Detroit. Shit was brutal and the greatest went home without that W, but yet he showed sportsmanship. That shit that Lebron did was corny and tasteless. The craziest shit that I've heard this year has to be the case surrounding NFL Receiver Donte' Stallworth. Stallworth committed vehicular homicide in Miami and spent 24 days in a Dade County jail, was suspended for the season (probably to be reinstated), and loses a little over $750,000; it gets better. He was already given his advance which was worth a cool million, so its not like he won't eat for the year. While he's coolin and pretending to give a fuck about the life that he took from a 59 year old construction worker, that man's family is suffering a loss that no amount of money can restore. Kids without a father, and a wife without a husband, but Stallworth is free as a muthafucka. The injustice in this shit is bananas. On the flip side of this fucked up spectrum of sports, we got Mike Vick, and Plaxico Burress. Granted what they did was fuckin dumb and they fucked up, but they didn't kill anyone. Plaxico took a plea bargain and is gonna do 2 years in the joint, yes in the joint bent over the sink, nah I'm jokin... but seriously, Plax is gonna be serving a 2 year bid because of possession of a unlicensed gun. He didn't harm anyone, in fact he shot his self, but yet and still the law is the law and he has to do his time and I respect that, but this goes back to the question posed before. Why is Stallworth walkin around free than a muthafucka and he killed someone. Plax just shot his fuckin self. Realistically he should be suspended by the league for a few games for conduct detrimental to the league and thats about it. As for the Vick incident people need to forgive and fuckin forget. Dude paid his debt to society, and it was just dogs. That Philly headline that was published when Vick got picked up by the eagles was just fuckin tasteless. "Hide The Dogs" was the headline. That's some ol' BULLSHIT. City of Brotherly Love, show the brotha Mike Vick some L-O-V-E.. People make mistakes. You live and you fuckin learn. At the end of it all, the state of professional sports right now is simply fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5237228249711998710?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5237228249711998710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5237228249711998710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5237228249711998710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5237228249711998710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-all-in-game.html' title='Is It All In The Game?'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-4176985020044700258</id><published>2009-08-16T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:26:03.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>On My R&amp;B Shit</title><content type='html'>I'm on my R&amp;B shit today. I figured I'd change the pace of shit and give ya'll some of that good ol' school shit that'll make you say WOW he took it there with that one. I can't be hip hop all the time, so my mood aint gonna always gravitate towards hip-hop. Today I'm on my ol' school R&amp;B shit. I'm bumpin some N.E., some B.B.D., some Color Me Bad, some Boyz II Men, and that's just to name a few. Ya boy is musically inclined. I love everything from Jada to John Mayer and that's really real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:8191" width="480" height="415" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=vid%3D8191%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A8191%26startUri={startUri}" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;      &lt;div style="font-size:0.9em;"&gt;       &lt;a href="/watch/1587842-im-still-in-love-with-you-new-edition-music-video-mtv"&gt;I'm Still In Love With You | New Edition | Music Video | MTV&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://vodpod.com"&gt;Videos&lt;/a&gt; at Vodpod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-4176985020044700258?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4176985020044700258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=4176985020044700258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4176985020044700258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4176985020044700258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-my-r-shit.html' title='On My R&amp;B Shit'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-513808285886047435</id><published>2009-08-12T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:19:08.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>Another Rainy Ass Day</title><content type='html'>Shit, due to youtube's bullshit choice of vids, I wasn't able to find the video that I wanted to post, but I was able to find one that I had been searching for for a while. Takin ya'll back to '97 with this one, and vaguely expressing how I feel about the fucked up weather we been having this summer is this ill ass Missy video. The first time I saw this video was in the summer time and I remember this vividly because it was one of those long summers in South Carolina that I dreaded because I was too young to really do shit, so I was bored as fuck. The only fun that my little sister and I had was watching music videos and playing on our swing set that our grandparents bought us. Hell, come to think of it the only reason why they got cable was because of us. Gotta love my grandparents for spoiling the hell out of me and my sisters. Anyway back to what I'm here for, this video was creative as are every single one of this artist's videos, and it was official at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Missy &amp; Timb&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Can't Stand The Rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_5GXwbzuy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_5GXwbzuy0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-513808285886047435?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/513808285886047435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=513808285886047435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/513808285886047435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/513808285886047435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-rainy-ass-day.html' title='Another Rainy Ass Day'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5221811744547098856</id><published>2009-08-07T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:10:31.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Get It'/><title type='text'>Freshwater 95 Flowin</title><content type='html'>Just in case ya'll thought I fell off with this gettin fresh shit, NAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Ya'll better step ya brim games up if u tryna see me.. I'm the king of gettin fresh, call me SIRE! Fresh from &lt;a href="http://www.myfitteds.com"&gt;myfitteds.com&lt;/a&gt; and about to flow nicely wit my freshwaters is this Marlins fitted that (although it wasn't my first choice) I had to give it to ya'll like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SnyKAZH4v0I/AAAAAAAAARs/DGRJZKOt1Zo/s1600-h/freshwater+flow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SnyKAZH4v0I/AAAAAAAAARs/DGRJZKOt1Zo/s400/freshwater+flow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367316595267387202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5221811744547098856?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5221811744547098856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5221811744547098856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5221811744547098856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5221811744547098856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/freshwater-95-flowin.html' title='Freshwater 95 Flowin'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SnyKAZH4v0I/AAAAAAAAARs/DGRJZKOt1Zo/s72-c/freshwater+flow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-2559160327990593842</id><published>2009-08-06T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:17:22.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>My Damn Anthem</title><content type='html'>People think I'm jokin when I say that I love money more than people. People come and go, but one thing that'll remain is I'm all about that dough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjZRAvsZf1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjZRAvsZf1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-2559160327990593842?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2559160327990593842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=2559160327990593842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2559160327990593842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2559160327990593842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-damn-anthem.html' title='My Damn Anthem'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8712161969409970328</id><published>2009-08-06T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:13:46.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>This summer hasn't really jumped off like that.. Compared to the last few, this one has been Doo Doo. Despite the fact that I've been tied up with work and school, the weekends haven't really brought too many options in. Its either been rain, or below average temperatures. I've been able to get away with a few things this summer, like wearing all black and wearing a jacket. Summer's past, unless I wanted a fucking heat stroke, that just wasn't goin down like that. I mean women have still managed to come out half naked and parade around, so I'm not mad at that, but ladies WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE UGG BOOTS in the summer time? I figured those would die the hell down after the winter time, early spring the latest, but to still be wearing those ugly ass boots in the summer time is some shit that puzzles the fuck outta me; that only means one thing: the females that's doin that must have some ugly ass foots (yes I mean foots dammit). Aside from the emergence of Ugg boots in the summer time, I'm also seein a lot of the same shit. The 99 cent flip-flops, and chinese slippers, ladies please knock that shit off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Those Damn Slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sntf26sy1GI/AAAAAAAAARE/bA66MMQL69M/s1600-h/Its+a+wrap+for+these.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sntf26sy1GI/AAAAAAAAARE/bA66MMQL69M/s320/Its+a+wrap+for+these.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366988778016789602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for the dudes out there exuding their Rainbowness, niggas need to stop wearing thong sandals. That shits beyond levels of homo! Between the Mandals and the fuckin Mohawks (unless you're Mr. T), its a goddamn shame. And the worse part of this summer has got to be the fare hike brought to us by none other than the MTA. New Yorkers are paying more money to travel and for what? The same fucked up service, ranging from delays during the week to certain train lines not even running during the weekend. Not to mention they just implemented a rule stating that you must render your seat on the bus to an older person upon request. Despite my reluctance, I had an incident last weekend in which me and my sister (Ms. Murder a.k.a. Amani Yamilet) were on the bus and I had to give up my seat to this old moth ball smellin muthafucka who was a breath away from kickin the bucket because he requested my shit. After I told him hell no, he pointed to the back of my seat, and to my dismay there it was, the new bullshit law. Its like come on MTA! JUST BUNCHES (ya'll fuckin up)!  From the lackluster "summer" weather to the fucked up transportation, MTA's new bullshit laws and fashion don't's, I know I'm not the only person who feels like this summer was dookie squirts (originator of that term).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambassador of The Mohawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sntd3udbdYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RRIwcLW__Rg/s1600-h/ambassador+of+the+mohawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sntd3udbdYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RRIwcLW__Rg/s320/ambassador+of+the+mohawk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366986592887731586" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not For Dudes-Just Don't Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SntglJZpGqI/AAAAAAAAARU/C7pqYQYybU4/s1600-h/not+for+dudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SntglJZpGqI/AAAAAAAAARU/C7pqYQYybU4/s320/not+for+dudes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366989572236974754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Donate A Kidney For 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SntjLAYWRxI/AAAAAAAAARk/o8pN2n6rsEU/s1600-h/metro+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SntjLAYWRxI/AAAAAAAAARk/o8pN2n6rsEU/s400/metro+card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366992421673912082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8712161969409970328?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8712161969409970328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8712161969409970328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8712161969409970328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8712161969409970328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sntf26sy1GI/AAAAAAAAARE/bA66MMQL69M/s72-c/Its+a+wrap+for+these.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-3972211448582658554</id><published>2009-08-04T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:40:14.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>Its My Time</title><content type='html'>Its My Time!!!!! Officially finished with my first semester of college and your boy went so so hard. All I gotta do now is stay true to my word and bang my avid readers of this site in the head with the Rudeness that is Slick Rude. Anyway I'm feelin like I can't be stopped. They shoulda never put the energizer battery in my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Its My Time&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fabolous feat Jerimih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/N4BAzTXWiQjaWbks"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/N4BAzTXWiQjaWbks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-3972211448582658554?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3972211448582658554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=3972211448582658554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/3972211448582658554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/3972211448582658554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-my-time.html' title='Its My Time'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-7556103524546183792</id><published>2009-08-02T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:47:26.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>That Feel Good Shit</title><content type='html'>Its been a good ass weekend. I'm still on my old school shit because new music with the exception of a few artists has been dookie squirts. This song is part of the soundtrack to my life. You only live once muthafuckas, so take the stick outta your dookie shooter and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LET IT ALL HANG OUT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Let It All Hang Out"&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A.D.O.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qNyRfJObZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qNyRfJObZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-7556103524546183792?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7556103524546183792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=7556103524546183792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/7556103524546183792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/7556103524546183792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-feel-good-shit.html' title='That Feel Good Shit'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-6783648938528090362</id><published>2009-08-02T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:38:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Slick Rude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to re-introduce myself... I know a lot of ya'll that go to site and go to the about me section and shit aint really got too too too many details about who I am, so I figured I'd put my shit out there in a blog in order to let ya'll know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slick Rude, damn where should I start?.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start from scrizatch I'm Queens bred and born. I been in Woodside 21 outta my 23 years of good livin. Growin up for me was a learning process, as it should be for a lot of people. I think it was more evident within me though. I was always known as like an old soul. One that was separate in terms of maturity from the crowd that I was with because the shit that I went through and had to learn kinda made it hard for a nigga to have fun. I'm not gonna sit around and sell a story on how my childhood wasn't fun because it was, but it coulda been a lot better. But fun sometimes kinda got put on the back burner with deaths in the family (particularly my father, and grandfather). I feel like I was forced to grow up faster than I should have, but at the same time it made me stronger. Like as I got older, little disappointments here and there were easy for me to handle because I had already gone through big shit, so something small wasn't even gonna phase me. But I feel like from me bein tough shelled, its kinda placed my expectations for myself and those that I keep in my circle around me. I may come off like I'm Mr. Perfect to muthafuckas that know a nigga well, but I'm human just like everybody else. I just feel like I've gotten wiser through experiences, and actually taken time out to listen to people that have been through shit. Hell if it's one person that will be quick to let me know that my shit aint all the way there, its gotta be my older sister. I've been able to learn a lot of shit from her and in a sense it has molded me, but some of the shit that I've learned, I kinda use it in a bad way. Yes, yes I can be a fucked up individual when rubbed the wrong way. For some reason I feel like its cool to manipulate muthafuckas even if you do know them. I love using psychological tactics because you can always fuck someone up physically and they'll be in pain for a little while, but if you can get into someone's head that shit lasts a lot longer. Back to my expectations, I feel like I gotta kinda calm down because it's like I'll expect the people around me to be exactly like me as opposed to embracing some of their shit that I don't really agree with. I be in constant conflict with my best friend and shit. It's the same shit as having another sister with her because we'll go to war, but then forget about that shit like nothing happened, and be right back to kickin it. Only person I aint had to fuck up yet has been Prezzure because he keeps that ass in line. Nah I'm jokin. Lol. Its like because my expectations are high as fuck, I expect everyone to meet those expectations completely sayin fuck their persona. Lmaoo. I'm fucked up for that and I gotta slow it down because it boils over into my temper and then it's whole 'nother explosion. I probably have the worse temper out of everyone that's in my circle (more like a triangle because its only 3 of us). My temper is a whole different monster. I'll be quick to flip. Lmaooo. It's  funny, but it's true. As far as my whole demeanor, well muthafuckas if ya'll can't understand that I'm high maintenance from reading this shit then you're special ed slow! Kill ya self. As far as a nigga demeanor goes I'm real cocky wit it, but I back my shit up. I dare a nigga to try me! Lol. Confidence is a muthafuckin MUST round me. Ambitious, I def get the job done. I'm a true go getter. Originator of my own swag. I'm a true damn believer in being different, so that other people don't have the right to say you copied their shit. It's A All Day, EVERYDAY over here. If anything u see somebody copying my shit. Personal interests: just kickin back and chillin, hitting a lounge or a bar on some grown up shit, shopping, listening to music (I listen to everything), just bein around my peoples and enjoyin being young, lovin life. What and who got me to start bloggin? I actually started bloggin wit www.Prezzure.net because he saw it as a chance for me to be me, and then I  decided that I was gonna branch out and do my own thing. Influences on me doin my own thing? I never really thought about it because I was still new to this whole bloggin shit, but in a convo on walk that we were taking Ms. Murder a.k.a Amani Yamilet (www.bulletproofdiaries.blogspot.com) asked me why I didn't create my own blog site and just do my own thing because of my  wild ass perspective on shit and my ability to say what the fuck people think, but they won't say. That particular convo carried into me creating my own site, and I'm still kinda getting into this whole blog shit. I haven't been at it like how I should be at because I'm a busy muthafucka; I work full-time and I go to college full-time. At 22, I carry a full load. NO RAINBOW!  Imma have fun wit this whole blog thing, and ya'll gonna enjoy reading this. Be expecting a lot from me in the month of August. Yes, o yes u som bitches will be reading my shit. Yea I Said That!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-6783648938528090362?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6783648938528090362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=6783648938528090362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6783648938528090362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6783648938528090362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-i-am.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-2365591516336609517</id><published>2009-07-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:21:29.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>It's Mooooovin!</title><content type='html'>Bein the Cafe fan that I am, I been waitin for dude to drop a vid for this track. Not only is it a hot song, but it desribes how I'm feelin right now since I just came home with not one, but two more A's. The Hottest in the Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Hottest In The Hood"&lt;/span&gt;-Red Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fll_q6RAubA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fll_q6RAubA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-2365591516336609517?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2365591516336609517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=2365591516336609517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2365591516336609517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/2365591516336609517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-mooooovin.html' title='It&apos;s Mooooovin!'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-9003584519636631709</id><published>2009-07-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:28:11.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>Uh Huh, OK, Wassup, Shut Up!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm so hype wit it, and in all out focus mode that Imma let the bands play on this one... Girl You know nuh *Trick Daddy voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shut Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Trick Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwM6zzvhdfs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwM6zzvhdfs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-9003584519636631709?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9003584519636631709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=9003584519636631709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/9003584519636631709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/9003584519636631709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/uh-huh-ok-wassup-shut-up.html' title='Uh Huh, OK, Wassup, Shut Up!'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-3485921081360371066</id><published>2009-07-25T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:36:49.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>Rude The Regulator</title><content type='html'>This video is reminiscent of times where gettin a rental video from the hole in the wall vid store where old dude's played the numbers in the back was the shit. Good Ol' days. This is also the vid at the end of the VHS movie that my mom rented for me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Above The Rim&lt;/span&gt;. I'm goin with the old school feel of shit today, so it's only right that I give it up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Regulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Warren G feat Nate Dogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SECAssN8iwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SECAssN8iwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-3485921081360371066?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3485921081360371066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=3485921081360371066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/3485921081360371066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/3485921081360371066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/rude-regulator.html' title='Rude The Regulator'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-1542055174050982972</id><published>2009-07-25T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:28:52.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only In Rudes Realm'/><title type='text'>It's Motivation</title><content type='html'>The motivational speaker that I aspire to be.... Everyone needs to ear this speech at some point in their lives. This is the speech I get from T-mobile and Time Warner when I gotta pay a bill. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFNeBRc7W7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFNeBRc7W7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-1542055174050982972?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1542055174050982972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=1542055174050982972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1542055174050982972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1542055174050982972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-motivation.html' title='It&apos;s Motivation'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-1531221486710229020</id><published>2009-07-24T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:49:19.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Get It'/><title type='text'>Just When I Thought......</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought shit couldn't get more official, I was wrong......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqOKdo4_QI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RuhdwXujODE/s1600-h/close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqOKdo4_QI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RuhdwXujODE/s400/close+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362254616743968002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqOnHtrtnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YkFj1NCQsWI/s1600-h/close+ya+mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqOnHtrtnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YkFj1NCQsWI/s400/close+ya+mouth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362255109074695794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-1531221486710229020?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1531221486710229020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=1531221486710229020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1531221486710229020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1531221486710229020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-when-i-thought.html' title='Just When I Thought......'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqOKdo4_QI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RuhdwXujODE/s72-c/close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-775561310851641600</id><published>2009-07-24T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:34:27.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Get It'/><title type='text'>Grey Glory</title><content type='html'>The sneakers are a couple months old, but the fitted is Johnson&amp;Johnson fresssssssh! This is definitely gonna be a combo that's on my must have list. La da da da wait til I get my money right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqLGk1oFoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8Rk6sjtiqMk/s1600-h/dubz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqLGk1oFoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8Rk6sjtiqMk/s400/dubz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362251251422074498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-775561310851641600?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/775561310851641600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=775561310851641600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/775561310851641600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/775561310851641600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/grey-glory.html' title='Grey Glory'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmqLGk1oFoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8Rk6sjtiqMk/s72-c/dubz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5845038956616309714</id><published>2009-07-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:56:45.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Mood Music'/><title type='text'>Category ChaaaaaanGE!</title><content type='html'>I been talkin about the shit for the longest. What was fromally "The Weather According To Music" is gonna be "Rude's Mood Music from here on in. The reason for the change is simply because my music goes more according to my mood than it does to the weather, and more than likely, I'll be banging ya'll in the head on the reg with that good shit, that hood shit.Anyway let's get into it! First video I'm throwin up due to the mood is a classic from A Tribe Called Quest feat Faye Faye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Stressed Out"&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Tribe Called Quest feat Faith Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6CfC3Iax-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6CfC3Iax-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5845038956616309714?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5845038956616309714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5845038956616309714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5845038956616309714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5845038956616309714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/category-chaaaaaange.html' title='Category ChaaaaaanGE!'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-487594437323756425</id><published>2009-07-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:43:04.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Current Events'/><title type='text'>Safe To Say...</title><content type='html'>Safe to say that this economic crisis that we're in is leading us right into a depression. Before we goin pointing fingers at Barack and shit, lets take a trip down memory lane to the Bush administration. More than half this man's presidency consisted of him being on vacation and basically not givin a flyin F about the economic state of this country. How much of his sweet ass time did he spend on vacation while the economic state of this great country was getting blown to shit? Bush spent, according to CBS news over 30% of his presidency on vacation. So while the US was plummeting economically, George W. was getting his chill on. Back to the manuscript though because I can't waste time on Bush. The country is currently facing a $1 trillion, wait.... wait... lemme put some umph on this, $1 TRILLION DEFICIT. With more and more people losing their jobs and major companies like GMC and Chrysler going out of business, we're heading for a 2nd depression. For the retards out there, this means we're in trouble. How are they planning to fix this? Congress is in the process of putting forward another bailout plan; estimated amount of money for the bailout is over 700 billion which to me is risky business because of what comes with the territory. Suppose this bailout plan doesn't work? Well we'll be in a fuckin deep shithole because that would make our deficit an insurmountable amount of duckets, making it extremely difficult for our economy to recover. With prices rising in MTA, tolls, taxi's, and people losing jobs left and right, my New Yorkers we're definitely in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-487594437323756425?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/487594437323756425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=487594437323756425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/487594437323756425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/487594437323756425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/safe-to-say.html' title='Safe To Say...'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5713960306540938425</id><published>2009-06-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:49:46.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Edition'/><title type='text'>R.I,P, MJ The King Reigns Forever</title><content type='html'>Now when I heard this shit I was in my Sociology class trying hard not to fall asleep.  At first I'm like nah the tabloids is fuckin' around, but then to see it on blog sites and in the away messages of friends is crazy. I just remember being a little kid and watchin videos with family members and then trying to copy moves and shit like the lean from "Smooth Criminal" or "The Moonwalk". All I can say is R.I.P. Michael Jackson the greatest to ever do it in the entertainment world. MJ will forever remain relevant in music as MJ (Michael Jordan) is in basketball; The best to ever do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smooth Criminal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ex30DYwQlHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ex30DYwQlHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dangerous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Live @ MTV award show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC1TTz2bMmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC1TTz2bMmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5713960306540938425?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5713960306540938425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5713960306540938425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5713960306540938425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5713960306540938425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj-king-reigns-forever.html' title='R.I,P, MJ The King Reigns Forever'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5693504090271482767</id><published>2009-06-22T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:10:48.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Current Events'/><title type='text'>This is Crrrrrrrazy</title><content type='html'>So I hit my "Latest Headlines" bookmark on my laptop and I stumbled across an article that caught my attention because of how disturbing the shit is. I got 2 big ass problems with this article and that's one, I have a 2 year old niece that I'd die for and if the accounts within this story are true, then why the hell isn't the mother being charged because this is clearly a matter of child negligence. This shit happened in Manchester, England but when its this disturbing, location really isn't a major factor. A teenage kid, age 15 beat his 2 year old sister to death. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shaking my head&lt;/span&gt; Now the reports say that the teen was mentally impaired, ok that's understandable. My question is, if the mother knew that her son was fucked up in the head then why would she leave her daughter alone in the house with him and unattended to? That right there should make her liable for child endangerment because she purposely left her daughter with someone who wasn't mentally stable enough to care for her. Regardless of what she had to attend to, bottom line is neither one of her kids should have been left alone. This 15 year old teen is on trial and rightfully so, but I personally feel like this nutcase (the mother) needs to be on trial too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5693504090271482767?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5693504090271482767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5693504090271482767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5693504090271482767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5693504090271482767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-crrrrrrrazy.html' title='This is Crrrrrrrazy'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8772569726168238766</id><published>2009-06-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:24:24.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Get It'/><title type='text'>Great White Hype</title><content type='html'>Iight so with my bday a little over 3 months away I'll post my most wanted gift up now so you people (friends &amp; fam) got time to get ya shit together. These all white 12's are my must have sneaker. And before you say anything Annie, I know I know I have enough sneakers, but I must have these. They come out in October and for them to drop on the 3rd (My Bday=Nat'l holiday) would be fantastic. Anyway enough of me and back to the sneaker which can go with just about anything in the closet, but because its a white sneaker, might wanna wear them for special occasions and special occasions only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Great White Hype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sj_aF815wuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rQjtFsqIHjA/s1600-h/Great+White+Hype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sj_aF815wuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rQjtFsqIHjA/s400/Great+White+Hype.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350234678105850594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8772569726168238766?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8772569726168238766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8772569726168238766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8772569726168238766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8772569726168238766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-white-hype.html' title='Great White Hype'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sj_aF815wuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rQjtFsqIHjA/s72-c/Great+White+Hype.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-1097782555631890265</id><published>2009-06-22T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:14:33.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only In Rudes Realm'/><title type='text'>ok Ok OK......</title><content type='html'>So I kinda haven't been bloggin but I was sick. So to the muthafuckas that may theoretically be readin my blogs, I appreciate the love and for those who aren't reading, you need to be. I bring it to ya'll from all angles. First blog back after the two week layoff, I wanna get into my CEREAL AISLE! Yes Yes and Yes. Last time I spoke on this aisle which is still on the decline, I was stuck on the concept of "Just Bunches" which to me is just a bunch of bullshit, but now I'm hear speakin on the best damn cereal on the planet. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chocolate Lucky Charms&lt;/span&gt; This cereal is definitely the shit. I went shoppin for some the other week and almost had a fit when I didn't see it in the aisle at Stop &amp; Shop. They're still on my shit list because they been fuckin up! General Mills came thru with this one; I eat this shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Some good things happen by accident. For example me buyin this cereal the first time wasn't because I intended to, but because I couldn't decide what cereal I wanted so I saw this and said ehhh I'll try this; since then (couple months ago) its the only cereal that I've purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sj_X3RyhlKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/weBwXi7eXTw/s1600-h/CLC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sj_X3RyhlKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/weBwXi7eXTw/s400/CLC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350232227007534242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-1097782555631890265?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1097782555631890265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=1097782555631890265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1097782555631890265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1097782555631890265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-ok-ok.html' title='ok Ok OK......'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sj_X3RyhlKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/weBwXi7eXTw/s72-c/CLC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5925306597542240940</id><published>2009-06-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:33:30.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Stop Em (Restrictions)</title><content type='html'>Iight this is some shit that I feel needs to really be addressed because its becomin a serious issue. OLD PEOPLE need fuckin restrictions. The same way there's a certain age that you have to be in order to do shit, there needs to be a max out age. You reached that age, you can't do this shit no more. I'm serious when I say Stop Em because there needs to be some damn restrictions on this shit. In the street they expect me to change direction like their fuckin legs don't work if their walkin in the opposite direction, or if they're walking in the same direction, its like come on gramps I got places to go and people to see and I'm about to just run over your ass because you're takin up valuable time. At 102, you should not be on a busy block because if you're not in my way you're in someone elses way and that last push down could really be your last push down. On the trains and bus, about those.... No I'm not gettin  outta my damn seat so you can't sit down. I just worked a nine hour shift and my feet hurt. You on the other hand, sat on your ass and played Bingo at the senior center. You aint tired of sittin down? Ass cheeks didn't lose feeling? Not only that but your few cents to get on compared to my couple dollars gives me an even bigger reason to feel compelled to tell you HELL NO! Call it disrespectful; I call the shit real. How the fuck would you feel if the role was reversed and you had to get up and give me your seat after I just got through playin video games, and eatin snacks and shit for a few hours? Come to think of it, a jello snack pack pudding would be great right now.&lt;br /&gt;Use your head people, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;! If you're too old to be standing then you're too damn old to be taking public transportation because I aint gettin up. Side note: The same shit applies to pregnant women. If that ass is too pregnant to be standing then that ass is too pregnant to be takin public transportation. Back to the oldies though, you can roll your eyes all you want to. I really don't give two flyin fucks. I know, I know. Some of you are thinkin, wow dude is reckless. What if it was my grandmother? Too bad my grandma is smart enough and knows that she can't be fuckin with public transportation because she knows what comes with the territory. Excuse the hell outta me for sayin what a majority of the people that get stuck on NYC streets and fuckin with the MTA with your asses won't say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5925306597542240940?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5925306597542240940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5925306597542240940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5925306597542240940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5925306597542240940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-em-restrictions.html' title='Stop Em (Restrictions)'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-4506373527829423231</id><published>2009-06-08T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:18:19.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nights Out'/><title type='text'>RSVP</title><content type='html'>Music was on point and the crowd was in full effect on Saturday night at RSVP which is located in Astoria, NY on 43rd street and Broadway. Enough about location and more about the spot though, over the last few weeks RSVP has been steppin their shit up as far as gettin out and just havin a good ass time. After a long week of workin and attendin classes this is the place muthafuckas need to be on a Saturday night. The first couple times that I went, not gonna front people, the shit wasn't really hittin like that; in fact, me and my homgirl actually ended up leaving and going to a lounge just up the block the second time around because the damn DJ got stuck in the early 90's and just wouldn't come back. Lmao. Since then, these last couple weeks at the spot have been official. This past Saturday, there were a couple private parties blastin off in there which ended up being incorporated into the regular lounge shit, and everything was good. The music was on point and UP TO DATE and the females were definitely in there, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*mummbles*&lt;/span&gt; even though a few coulda stayed out. DJ played everything (Hip Hop, Reggae, some good Latin shit). Coors light chics were in the building Good ambience, good people, and definitely good company. Make sure when you people aint doin shit on the wknds ya'll check this shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Si0dfMFEZNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/71-I8kVlg38/s1600-h/RSVP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Si0dfMFEZNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/71-I8kVlg38/s400/RSVP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344960754414281938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-4506373527829423231?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4506373527829423231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=4506373527829423231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4506373527829423231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4506373527829423231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/rsvp.html' title='RSVP'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Si0dfMFEZNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/71-I8kVlg38/s72-c/RSVP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-1615277932507434245</id><published>2009-06-06T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:49:05.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Get It'/><title type='text'>6-13-09</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on my Fly Guy shit as of late because my busy ass schedule kinda fucks with my shoppin time. Imma definitely have to get these J's tho. Too much of a problem to pass up. Shits is lookin fuckin Faaaaaaaaaaantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black &amp; Red Dubzero's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sirjnd-bCfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ORsU4_QMDAA/s1600-h/dubzeroblackred1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sirjnd-bCfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ORsU4_QMDAA/s320/dubzeroblackred1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344334175029365234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-1615277932507434245?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1615277932507434245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=1615277932507434245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1615277932507434245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1615277932507434245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-13-09.html' title='6-13-09'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sirjnd-bCfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ORsU4_QMDAA/s72-c/dubzeroblackred1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-439558378194493387</id><published>2009-05-31T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:44:23.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takin &apos;Em Back'/><title type='text'>Fine Tuned</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I came across a track from the legendary Roots crew's own "Scratch" who happens to be an ill ass beatboxer. Track is titled &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; featuring Musiq Soulchild and it made me think. Everybody speaks on the artists and the producers but why not go back to the essence and talk about one of the biggest influences of hip hop? Guess what? I'm gettin ready to drop knowledge on ya'll as I speak a little bit about somethin that has been just as important to the evolution of hip hop as break dancing.Beatboxing is the imitation of instruments in which artist use their mouths in order to emulate beats from a popular track or simply just make their own beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Dk16X-Wb1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Dk16X-Wb1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatboxing in hip hop dates back to the early 80's which of course now seems like ancient history because I wasn't even on the scene yet (22 now) and my older sister was probably still happy to be an only child. Lol (she loves me). But anyway, back to the manuscript beatboxing which was originated in the 1980's and pioneered by the likes of my personal favorite, Doug E. Fresh, Buffy from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; imitates the infamous breathing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fat Boys&lt;/span&gt;, Biz Markie (that's a ugly muthafucka) and Wise from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stetsasonic&lt;/span&gt;. Beatboxing to me is the greatest form of hip hop because I feel like anybody can rhyme, anybody can compose a beat, and nowadays anyone can be considered a rapper; beatboxing on the other hand takes skill and hard work in order to perfect the craft. The art of usin your chops in order to be instrumental has always amazed me especially with tracks like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The Show" ( Doug E. Fresh &amp; Slick Rick), "Make The Music With Your Mouth" (Biz Markie), and "La Di Da Di" ( Doug E. Fresh &amp; Slick Rick)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatboxing over the years has died down as far as being mainstream goes, but it will forever be etched in stone and forever be a part of the essence that is hip hop. Beatboxing definitely played a pivotal role in hip hop being a major part of American culture, and although it has died down commercial wise, it's still a big part of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REAL HIP HOP&lt;/span&gt;. Many greats such as Rahzel, Scratch, and the legends Doug E. Fresh and Biz Markie are still major figures that remain relevant in hip hop today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slick Rick &amp; Dougie Fresh- "La Di Da Di"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyyp1gNXOm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyyp1gNXOm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rahzel-Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB46rT2Nz1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB46rT2Nz1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fat Boys-"Stick Em"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHoCR7u5NzY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHoCR7u5NzY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-439558378194493387?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/439558378194493387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=439558378194493387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/439558378194493387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/439558378194493387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/fine-tuned.html' title='Fine Tuned'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-9134119877245307512</id><published>2009-05-23T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:55:14.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>Shot For Shot</title><content type='html'>When Jordan did this shit to Cleveland in 89, I was only 2 years old but when another #23 King James did this shit for Cleveland last night, it was something was spectacular on a slightly bigger stage. When Mike did it, it was Do or Die for Chicago in the first round of the '89 Eastern Conference playoffs. When Lebron did this last night it was the second game of the Eastern Conference Finals and a Do or Die situation for the Cavs because if James doesn't hit this shot, the Cavs go down to Orlando in a 2-0 hole and lose momentum completely. There's no doubt that there will never be another Mike, but Lebron's shot just like Jordan's shot will go down in NBA history as one of the greatest shots ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan over Ehlo in '89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9y_Bo5JeuA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9y_Bo5JeuA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lebron over Turkoglu in '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaYauRiLnLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaYauRiLnLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-9134119877245307512?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9134119877245307512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=9134119877245307512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/9134119877245307512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/9134119877245307512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/shot-for-shot.html' title='Shot For Shot'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-4329772314065431122</id><published>2009-05-21T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:33:03.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>Game 2: Lakers vs. Nuggets</title><content type='html'>Game 1 went down to the wire and a couple crucial mistakes towards the end of the game caused Denver the ball game. Despite the lost, Melo played a hell of a game dropping 39 points. K- Mart added 15 and Chauncey 18, but Kobe (gotta respect his game) hit for 40 of the quietest points you will ever see. LA 1- Denver 0. Tonight is game 2. Somethin tells me this is gonna be a hell of a game 2, but Denver will knot shit up at a game a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1 Recap and Highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BF44vdEJhtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BF44vdEJhtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-4329772314065431122?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4329772314065431122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=4329772314065431122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4329772314065431122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4329772314065431122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/game-2-lakers-vs-nuggets.html' title='Game 2: Lakers vs. Nuggets'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8519094139046879636</id><published>2009-05-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:03:38.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Current Events'/><title type='text'>$6 million accident</title><content type='html'>When my moms told me this shit earlier, I was like okay whatever maybe she didn't hear that right. I just read the news article online and this shit is bugged, but I like this story. A couple from New Zealand have disappeared after a bank error results in them getting 6 million of them things! The crazy part about that whole shit is police are looking for them. They didn't steal the shit. They found it, and kept it real. They kept the doe and dipped off. You gotta be out ya damn mind to report that shit. The bank is at fault not these people. They were applying for a overdraft of 10 g's and ended up with $6 million! Aint nobody in they right frame of mind givin back $6 million dollars. If they do, then they're some damn fools. Me personally if the bank accidentally put 6 G's in my account, I'm not sayin shit. I'm gonna carefully remove that shit and stash it somewhere. I'm just glad that there's finally a real story with this shit because I was gettin tired of hearin about these silly muthafuckas that find money and give that shit back. Truthfully people, if you got 6 mill would you be givin it back??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8519094139046879636?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8519094139046879636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8519094139046879636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8519094139046879636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8519094139046879636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-million-accident.html' title='$6 million accident'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-884186150805653221</id><published>2009-05-10T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:18:16.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I aint been on my shit in about a week, but fuck it! I gotta busy schedule. I know my readers missed me though. Enough about the King of Real (Yes I'm crowning myself)though, This blog is for the mother's out there that I wanna give special shout outs to. Mother's Day is big big BIG in my family because I got a family full of them. Each of them has helped mold me into the man that I am today and just mean so much to me. It's more the little basic essential shit that they do that make them so special. I wanna start off by thanking my mom because without her there is no me. This dark skinned pretty fly dude doesn't come into existence. lmao j/p but serious though. Thanks ma. Thanks for 22 years. Thanks for being in my corner no matter what. We go through our ups and downs but then I think all kids go through that with their parents. Matter of fact I know all kids go through it with their parents. Next up, and definitely of equal importance to my life and the development of my life is my heart and soul and that's grandma. My grandmother, Rosalie Allen is the backbone of my family and I like to think I get a lot of my strength from her. My grandma has been through so much in her life time and still keeps goin and goin and goin. From the death of my grandfather to the death of my uncle and so much other shit, and Mama don't let nothin stop her or stand in her way. Grandma I wanna thank you for instilling in me the strength to keep goin even when things are rough and the hand I'm dealt isn't always a winning hand. I don't where I'd be without the strength and compassion that grandma gave me. This next great woman who I call 5'3 is hmmm... I don't wanna say like the most important to me because all three of these lovely women hold places in my heart that are of equal importance. Mad people probably think they got the best big sis in the world. Think again! My big sis Tameka Allen-Mercado is my world. I learned so much from her from just observing the great individual that she is. I learned or at least I like to think I learned how women operate by listening in on conversations that my sister had with her friends when I was a few years younger. lol. Nah serious though, taught me to be level headed and try to figure out how other people think, or what their reasoning behind somethin is. She's just ahh man like this blog could go on for pages and pages about 5'3 because of how much she has to do with me as a man. Meek I love you sis and I just wanna thank you for everything. I wanna thank you for teaching me so much; I wanna thank you for psychologically kickin my ass when I needed it( I used to hate them fuckin letters); I wanna thank you for contributing to my mental growth as a man, and I know I still have much more to learn. Thank you for taking me into your home and out of a difficult situation and for just everything that you've done. It's so hard to place into words how much these women have meant to me over 22 years. To the littlest one, the pain in my ass, my little sister B. Happy Mother's Day! Big bro loves you and I just wanna thank you for my niece. Thats 1/2 my pride and joy right there. The other half would be Miss Rose (Tameka's daughter) my other niece. For the extended family, like my brother from another Prezzure's mom, Happy Mother's Day to Mrs. Berta Wilson a.k.a Ma. Hope you enjoyin it. To Amani Yamilet's mama, Mama Annie who has really adopted me and just been a pleasure to have in my life. Happy Mother's Day and definitely enjoy it. I love all ya'll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those of you that's reading this blog, and thinkin that I'm softenin up. Kiss my soft side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To my big sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqFIUGD_jOk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqFIUGD_jOk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-884186150805653221?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/884186150805653221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=884186150805653221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/884186150805653221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/884186150805653221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8114331905419571270</id><published>2009-05-03T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:07:51.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Just Fuckin' WoW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>See now when Prezz &lt;a href="http://www.prezzure.net"&gt;(www.Prezure.net)&lt;/a&gt; mentioned this shit to me last night during a convo that we were having, I thought the shit was hysterical and had to see it for myself. Now that I see it, its simply wow! They renamed two Kennedy Fried type chicken spots in Brooklyn and in Harlem. Shits mind boggling to me as to why the hell they'd change Kennedy Fried into Obama Fried; the location makes the shit even worse. I'm tryna figure out what the fuck is next. An Obama Liquor store? They Change Old English to Obama 40 oz? What the fuck next?! As a young black man, hell yea I find that shit offensive. Maybe if it wasn't in the location that it was in or if it wasn't the type of place that it is, then it would be cool. It would be nice to have like a soul food joint named after Obama. Put it somewhere in Manhattan like on 7th ave and make sure people make reservations to get in there. No, no they turn Kennedy Fried shits into Obama Fried. What the fuck was the owner of these places thinking? No kick down towards the Kennedy spots because I've been in a few and have eaten, but what ignorant ass decided "O we're gonna go from Kennedy Fried to Obama Fried." I'm curious to know who owns these establishments. I'm not even lookin at it as an issue of racism but as one of blatant fucking ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf3cM3tdzfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Coq58RFS2MU/s1600-h/OBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf3cM3tdzfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Coq58RFS2MU/s320/OBC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331659647547723250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf3ceGsdlPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2YV9dtdyh1A/s1600-h/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf3ceGsdlPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2YV9dtdyh1A/s320/wow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331659943627822322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf3dDIywLwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2cpzM2j2uIA/s1600-h/Obama+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf3dDIywLwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2cpzM2j2uIA/s320/Obama+chicken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331660579846237954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8114331905419571270?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8114331905419571270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8114331905419571270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8114331905419571270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8114331905419571270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-fuckin-wow.html' title='Just Fuckin&apos; WoW!!!!!'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf3cM3tdzfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Coq58RFS2MU/s72-c/OBC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-842394948595751140</id><published>2009-05-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:48:15.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>For Those Fight Fans.......</title><content type='html'>For those fight fans out there, let me start by saying I'm glad I didn't waste no money on the PPV event which only went for 2 rounds. Pacquiao (I hope I spelled that right) absolutely crushed Ricky Hatton. Hell it's taking me longer to type this blog than it took Pacquiao to knock Hattons ass out. Dude pretty much went out like he was sparring with him. Somebody call the police for that 3rd one! Pacquiao demolished this fool Hatton. That can't be legal anywhere in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnH6MTDn0yo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnH6MTDn0yo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-842394948595751140?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/842394948595751140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=842394948595751140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/842394948595751140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/842394948595751140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-those-fight-fans.html' title='For Those Fight Fans.......'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-4811120982899025154</id><published>2009-05-03T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:10:53.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>Hell of a Showdown</title><content type='html'>All good things must come to an end. Unfortunately! Last night the Bulls, my Bulls just didn't have it in em. As a fan, I'm disheartened by the lost, but on the bright side it was a huge stepping stone for the "Baby Bulls". To take the World Champs to 7 games is incredible. Had Chicago done things differently such as not take too many three's early on and not have so many turnovers, the outcome might have been different and we woulda shocked the basketball world, but it is what the fuck it is and our season is at its end. B.G. led all scorers with 33 after a dismal game 6 in which he fucked up (Bulls still won). This series by far was the greatest series I ever saw in the NBA.. We at it again next season. Like I said before, Bulls! Lets Get It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf2yGvmgaHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uvkqmrK7O5A/s1600-h/Derrick+Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf2yGvmgaHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uvkqmrK7O5A/s320/Derrick+Rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331613362803468402"&lt;br /&gt; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf2ztgt58RI/AAAAAAAAAO4/k8zlkt-ihmw/s1600-h/Ben+Gordon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf2ztgt58RI/AAAAAAAAAO4/k8zlkt-ihmw/s320/Ben+Gordon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331615128334496018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-4811120982899025154?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4811120982899025154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=4811120982899025154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4811120982899025154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4811120982899025154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell-of-showdown.html' title='Hell of a Showdown'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sf2yGvmgaHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uvkqmrK7O5A/s72-c/Derrick+Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-4432581555073292802</id><published>2009-04-30T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:25:16.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>3-3!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Who said bad shit happens in 3's? Despite an onslaught of 3 point shots and 51 Points  from the Boston Celtics superstar Ray Allen, my Chicago Bulls prevailed to win game 6 and tie the most intense series that I've ever seen in my life at 3-3. 3 players on Chicago played major roles in tonight's W. Derrick Rose the Rookie of the Year that I spoke about in my first sports blog about my Chicago Bulls showed so much fight in him playing an astounding 59 minutes and scored 28 points, dishing out 7 dimes with 8 boards and the block that won the game for the Bulls with 3 seconds left in the game. Brad Miller, O man I cant say this enough but that's my Wigga! After missing two crucial free throws that resulted in the game 5 loss, Brad showed up strong tonight with a few crucial buckets of his own; he poured in 23 points and grabbed 10 boards. John Salmons,(had to save the superstar of the night for last) played amazing tonight when Chicago needed it the most. On route to scoring 35 points Salmons hit big buckets and free throws time and time again. He stepped in when Chi needed some buckets and got it done. With Ben Gordon fouling out in the first OT, me being the fan that I am, I was devastated. *Insert Salmons* Have no fear because the man threw the Chi on his back, and #15 showed the C's that they need to respect his conglomerate. Salmons went 13-22 from the field and hit 5 treys, lighting the C's up for what proved to be the best game of his career. By far this has got to be the best game I ever seen in my life. It was, to me already the best series I ever saw, but the intensity of tonight's triple overtime thriller has to put this game down as one of the greatest ever played. I tip my hat to the C's for damn near makin me lose all my mind at home, but my Bulls did what they do best and picked up the W. This game was the epitome of playoff basketball; I never seen anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sfp41eCa2zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QlCYuzyrNdk/s1600-h/Brad+Miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sfp41eCa2zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QlCYuzyrNdk/s320/Brad+Miller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330705968938015538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sfp5GvUkCcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WONKQV2OPRM/s1600-h/Salmons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sfp5GvUkCcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WONKQV2OPRM/s320/Salmons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330706265635293634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sfp5V_UsJuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dud4MG6-HqQ/s1600-h/D.+Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sfp5V_UsJuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dud4MG6-HqQ/s320/D.+Rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330706527628830434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-4432581555073292802?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4432581555073292802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=4432581555073292802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4432581555073292802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4432581555073292802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-3.html' title='3-3!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sfp41eCa2zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QlCYuzyrNdk/s72-c/Brad+Miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-7653584029402353934</id><published>2009-04-27T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:18:34.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>2-2 Once Again Its On!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's game 4 between my Chicago Bulls and the Boston Celtics proved to be one for the NBA history books. The game seemed like any other good game up until about the 4th quarter. I was studying while the game was on and completely got sidetracked because the tempo of the game went from any other good game to intense and I just couldn't take my eyes off the tv, so studying for midterms and doing other homework assignments were gonna have to take a backseat til the game was over. Towards the end of the 4th quarter I was sure that Chicago had game 4 locked up so of course I was all smiles, but just like he's been known to do his entire career, Ray Allen (Boston Celtics) hit a big shot to send the game into a first overtime. At the start of the first overtime it wasn't lookin too good at all for the Bulls and I was about to get back to studying after Ray Allen scored the first 5 points in overtime to put Boston in good position to go up 3-1 in the series which would have pretty much ended it; my Bulls on the other hand had different plans and rallied around their stars D. Rose and Ben Gordon to make huge plays. A clutch 3 from John Salmons made shit look so much better than what I thought it would be and made it a one possession game. Pierce went right down on the other side and hit a clutch jumper that just had me like Nooooooooo! Kirk Hinrich, once the starting point for the Bulls the came right back and showed why he's still in a Bulls uniform by hittin a big jumper that made it a one possession game once again. With Chicago down 3 with 9 seconds on the clock, Ben Gordon proved to be as cold blooded as a murderer by hittin a clutch three all in the face of a Boston defender. I was already amped at this point. This game was reminiscent of intense games that Chicago would play against Utah. The shot that Ben hit with 9.8 seconds remaining sent the game into double overtime where the "Baby Bulls" as they call them made me proud to be a fan. They outshined the champs and won 121-118. Seven bulls scored in double figures and 3 celts had at least 20. This was probably one of the greatest games I ever saw. It's now a tie series at 2-2. Once again its on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayrToaoCEoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayrToaoCEoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-7653584029402353934?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7653584029402353934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=7653584029402353934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/7653584029402353934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/7653584029402353934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-2-once-again-its-on.html' title='2-2 Once Again Its On!'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8415642134762395247</id><published>2009-04-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:01:39.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only In Rudes Realm'/><title type='text'>My Innocent Addiction</title><content type='html'>I haven't touched down and blessed ya'll wit a blog in about a week. Between classes and work my days on average have been about 16-17 hours long, and that's not always including homework. What that means is, I'm BUSY!!! Over the last couple weeks I've picked up an addiction that's got two good friends of mine ready to cut my hands off. Amani Yamilet and Salita a.k.a Milky Milks have yelled at me a lot over the last couple of weeks so much that I know not to indulge in my addiction around them if I don't wanna feel some sort of guilt about it. Some people get strung out on drugs and alcohol; I've basically just gotten strung out on Butterfingers and Pepsi. Over the last couple weeks I've been on some 3-a-day shit with it. I'll have a Butterfinger and a Pepsi in the morning after my breakfast, in the late afternoon/ early evening during class,  and again at night while I'm watching television and doing homework. Its come to the point where I'm already in a dependency phase and I can't go a day without having my fix. lol. Pretty soon I'll be scratchin and spending my entire paycheck on Butterfingers and Pepsi. LMAO just kiddin just kiddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SfMkvbDB8KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/df10euDhrCA/s1600-h/Butterfinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SfMkvbDB8KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/df10euDhrCA/s320/Butterfinger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328643181242347682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SfMk-mZtNFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EMf3I-ezfuA/s1600-h/Pepsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SfMk-mZtNFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EMf3I-ezfuA/s320/Pepsi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328643441988285522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8415642134762395247?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8415642134762395247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8415642134762395247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8415642134762395247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8415642134762395247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-innocent-addiction.html' title='My Innocent Addiction'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SfMkvbDB8KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/df10euDhrCA/s72-c/Butterfinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-1044582244550860567</id><published>2009-04-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:52:42.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Section'/><title type='text'>My Bulls</title><content type='html'>I know people that visit my site are probably wondering why I didn't have any blogs on sports until right now and that's because I haven't really been pumped up about anything happening til as of right now. Today kicked off the NBA playoffs. Although I was born and raised in New York, I'm a Chicago Bulls fan til the death of me. Today was official for me because not only are my bulls in the playoffs, but we get to give it all we got against the reigning champs, the Boston Celtics. This match up is historical; Bulls vs. Celtics for those of you who don't know dates all the way back to the late 80's when it was Jordan vs. Bird. Today's game didn't have those two legends in it because they retired years ago, but it was emergence of a superstar, the coming out party for Rookie Derrick Rose who's only gonna get better as years roll on. Derrick Rose lived up to every bit of hype that came with him being the #1 overall Draft Pick in the NBA. D-Rose tallied up 36 points and 11 assist putting his name up there with greats such as Kareem Abdul Jabbar and Wilt Chamberlain for most points scored in a playoff debut. Rose also became the second player in the history of the game to record at least 35 points and 10 assist in their first ever playoff game. The first player to do it was Chris Paul of the New Orleans Hornets in last years NBA playoffs. The Bulls won today and lead the 7 game series 1-0. A few more cool facts as I finish up this post, D-Rose is only 20 years old, shares the same birth sign (Libra) as yours truly, and his bday (Oct. 4th) is also a day after mines. D-Rose keep doin ya thing and Lets Go Bulls!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVZh4EqUcAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVZh4EqUcAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-1044582244550860567?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1044582244550860567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=1044582244550860567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1044582244550860567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1044582244550860567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bulls.html' title='My Bulls'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-6558893700669398096</id><published>2009-04-18T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:14:55.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nights Out'/><title type='text'>Slick's BX Story</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was definitely eventful. I was up for almost 24 hours between work and going to the BX (Bronx for my people out of state) from getting a program installed in my laptop to stayin in the BX to chill wit my homegirl Alany. From Mosholu to Gunhill... Damn it was like the difference of two worlds. Mosholu Pkway and Sedgewick ave was rather quiet, clean, and seemed peaceful; Gunhill, reaching Gunhill I was like O man what the hell did I just step into? Being the person that I am tho, I quickly adapt to my surroundings. It'll be a cold day in hell, the devil will have on a Northface and timbs before I go back to Gunhill. The Dominican restaurant was wack. I love spanish food and have eaten in little whole in the wall Dominican spots where the food taste better than the shit I had last night. I'm surprised my intestines haven't rebelled against me. Intestines: "O we haven't? Wait til later. Hope you're not planning on goin too far. This shit we got brewin up is gonna take a while." Aside from the fine cuisine, the bowling alley was a fucking sight. This shit is the most crackhead bowling alley I ever seen. The lanes were all fucked up and the teleprompter that shows the scores was gray as shit. For those of ya'll from the hood that had one tv on top for the color and one on the bottom for the sound. The teleprompter was the bottom set with no sound. Fuckin alley didn't even have music. Its a good thing that my ipod is equip with that good shit.  My friend told an employee, but from the looks of it more than half of them were fucked up. In some lanes the pins would get stuck or there would be a delay in them popping back up. At one point we had to hit the side of the screen to see our scores.  Towards the end of the night I told my friend I'm not comin back to the BX ever. Not even for her funeral. As expected she's mad, but she'll be iight tho. She's gonna have to bring that ass to Queens and if not then its Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease because besides all that, it took like 2 hours for me to get home, and then I had to walk Milky Milks (my other homegirl), home. Last night definitely turned out to be an experience.  Guess you live and you learn. LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-6558893700669398096?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6558893700669398096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=6558893700669398096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6558893700669398096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6558893700669398096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/slicks-bx-story.html' title='Slick&apos;s BX Story'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-38008786334227606</id><published>2009-04-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:41:53.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>How Much Does This Cause Cost?</title><content type='html'>Ok people, at 25 you should not still be selling candy for your high school basketball team. Seriously how old are these fucking kids? Its like damn, its bad enough the price of candy bars is high enough. If you're gonna sell them, why would you sell them for more than what they are in the store? Supply &amp; Demand! Its simple economics to me. Economics in the sense of why the hell would I purchase your bag of candy for a dollar when I can go purchase the same shit for a little cheaper at a store? They turn their heads away looking all stupid and sad when people don't buy their Skittles or their M&amp;M's. Its like damn shorty not only do you look old as fuck, but you're slinging these candy bars at crack prices, so don't get upset when I say no. Don't be mad at the person that told you no. You need to be mad at your basketball coach or whoever is runnin this whole candy hustle operation for not teaching you simple economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Seo4DiZrVBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3zhXSBRssVI/s1600-h/skittles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Seo4DiZrVBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3zhXSBRssVI/s320/skittles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131142744298514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Seo4tVGYnsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nH4FPKbkK3E/s1600-h/M%26M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Seo4tVGYnsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nH4FPKbkK3E/s320/M%26M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131860728225474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-38008786334227606?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/38008786334227606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=38008786334227606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/38008786334227606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/38008786334227606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-much-does-this-cause-cost.html' title='How Much Does This Cause Cost?'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Seo4DiZrVBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3zhXSBRssVI/s72-c/skittles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5646851752137357550</id><published>2009-04-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:12:52.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only In Rudes Realm'/><title type='text'>The Cereal Aisle</title><content type='html'>Damn is it me, or are the cereal aisles becoming more and more limited. I was in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trade Fair&lt;/span&gt; yesterday lookin for some cereal and I see that a few of the cereals that I grew up seeing in the supermarket are either becoming rare or they just aint even there no more (i.e. Berry Kix, Alphabets w/ marshmallows). Although the aisles are becoming limited, they're replacing shit that used to be there with new shit. Seriously this shit had me goin for the entire day yesterday, and its still stuck in my head now, WHAT THE FUCK? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JUST BUNCHES&lt;/span&gt;? They couldn't just leave Honey Bunches of Oat alone. Somebody at the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; factory musta smoked some of that good sticky icky and started gettin ideas and shit. You got to be zooted outta your fuckin mind to come up with some shit like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just Bunches&lt;/span&gt;. I'm serious. Did they forget to put the flakes in and say fuck it, we just created some new shit? I haven't tried it yet. Someone try that shit and get back at me about this shit because I'm curious to know what the fuck &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just Bunches&lt;/span&gt; is the fuck about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' But Cluster? Really?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeNi-xwXUwI/AAAAAAAAANo/gldxx51Au_A/s1600-h/just_bunches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeNi-xwXUwI/AAAAAAAAANo/gldxx51Au_A/s400/just_bunches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324208015129662210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl o Bunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeNjOUNaZSI/AAAAAAAAANw/9m2Yfvj9g2k/s1600-h/bowl+of+bunches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeNjOUNaZSI/AAAAAAAAANw/9m2Yfvj9g2k/s400/bowl+of+bunches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324208282076341538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5646851752137357550?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5646851752137357550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5646851752137357550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5646851752137357550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5646851752137357550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/cereal-aisle.html' title='The Cereal Aisle'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeNi-xwXUwI/AAAAAAAAANo/gldxx51Au_A/s72-c/just_bunches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-9169312725422991039</id><published>2009-04-10T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:35:19.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Get It'/><title type='text'>Dey Know</title><content type='html'>With Easter less than 48 hours away and these hot shits bein available tomorrow morning, I figured why not post them. These are perfect if you and your girl wanna be on some his and hers shit, or if you wanna pick up a pair for your kid, or niece/nephew whatever. White, silver, and red set the color scheme for these Easter J's. Aside from the colors, as oppose to the tongue of the kicks havin the traditional jumpman on it, theres a hare doin the famous Jordan pose. I thought that was a hot little touch to the kicks. Anyway, peep game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeAPlw3ISmI/AAAAAAAAANg/-qIV-0jkChk/s1600-h/1hare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeAPlw3ISmI/AAAAAAAAANg/-qIV-0jkChk/s400/1hare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323271900997634658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-9169312725422991039?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9169312725422991039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=9169312725422991039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/9169312725422991039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/9169312725422991039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/dey-know.html' title='Dey Know'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SeAPlw3ISmI/AAAAAAAAANg/-qIV-0jkChk/s72-c/1hare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-6443184774131287292</id><published>2009-04-10T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:02:13.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude&apos;s Current Events'/><title type='text'>This Shit Really Occurred</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna do too too many blogs about the news because its always some bullshit goin on that nobody gives a flyin fuck about, but two days ago I came across two articles in the paper that caught my attention. One article was on a suicide jump that took place in Queens Center Mall. Shit is bugged because I frequent this mall so to hear somethin of this magnitude took place there was crazy for me. This chic, Mary Lovelace (even tho ya' could give less than a shit about what this nuts real name is)leaped 60 feet to her death over a barrier in the mall. A couple questions came to mind when I read the article thoroughly. Why the fuck didn't anyone grab this crazy broad? There's no way in hell that I'm gonna believe that nobody knew what the hell she was bout to do. She landed on a teenager. Hmmmmm.... Bitch if you're feelin suicidal, why o why would you endanger someone else? That shit seems personal to me. Go take 13 aspirin or somethin. Don't endanger other people. That's fucked up. The end result of this crazy ass incident is the teen is hospitalized with a huge gash in the back of his head and the lady that leaped, well if I said suicide then obviously she's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another report that grabbed my attention was, there was a report that the Taliban is hosting websites on American soil. That's kinda nerve wrecking, but at the same time I'm not surprised. I for a long time have felt like this whole extreme terrorist shit has been an inside job. Seeing that article only made me think deeper into the shit. March 25th- There were reports of an ambush that killed four soldiers. Even tho it was written by the Taliban, it was broadcast in Texas. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Planet (Houston)&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tulix (Atlanta based company) are both being used by the Taliban. This whole situation is definitely one to think about. I just hope that the right steps are bein taken in order to resolve this issue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-6443184774131287292?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6443184774131287292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=6443184774131287292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6443184774131287292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6443184774131287292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-shit-really-occurred.html' title='This Shit Really Occurred'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-6035664692352410101</id><published>2009-04-08T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:13:04.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takin &apos;Em Back'/><title type='text'>Let's Go Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sd1YLRN4EdI/AAAAAAAAANI/JEdZRfLlE1A/s1600-h/fun_dip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sd1YLRN4EdI/AAAAAAAAANI/JEdZRfLlE1A/s400/fun_dip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322507285245202898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my ride to work earlier today and shit, I peeped a ad on the train from the MTA that said the train and bus fare back in '86 was $1.00. Shit, I wish it was like that now. Once you take car fare out ya check you be madder than a muthafucka. I know I aint the only one. Yea, but anyway thats besides what I'm finna to drop on ya'. Seein that ad on the train made me think, think back to how much shit used to cost and what shit used to be like. Back to when candy bars was 50 cent and cartoons was cartoons. Back to when I could hear my moms whistlin, which was the signal to bring my ass in the house. Ya' know what I'm talkin about. This blog right here nigga, this blog here, this shit is strictly for my late 80's babies 90's kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when cartoons was cartoons? Nothin like the garbage they got playin on tv now. Some of it is cool, but aint nothin like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; Leonardo was a personal favorite. Nostalgia for rushing home after school and sittin in front of the tv while doin my homework to watch Goof Troop, Ducktales, Talespin, Bonkers, Darkwing Duck, Rescue Rangers and many more. Daaaaaaaaaamn, remember when Carmen SanDiego used to be that shit? Wishbone would tell stories before that.  Take  ya' asses back to when we woke up early to catch our favorite cartoons in the morning like,Captain Planet, Mr. Bogus, Bananas in Pajamas. I remember when Savion was tap dancin on Sesame Street.I couldn't wait for the letter of the day to be the letter that my name starts with, "A". Educational shows were actually educational. I'd take Reading Rainbow over Blues Clues on any day. Remember when not only the video but the song as well was enjoyable? Now its one or the other. Damn television aint what it used to be. There's reality tv for everything. Reality of it is, I miss old sitcoms like, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Family Matters (a lot of people don't know that Urkel wasn't even supposed to be a star), Full House, Hangin' With Mr. Cooper, Martin was my SHIT! Hell I got that on box set. I remember when I used to think I was stayin up mad late because I stayed up til 11 to watch The Arsenio Hall Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sd1ZCDltmfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BPanzzAuuo4/s1600-h/TMNT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sd1ZCDltmfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BPanzzAuuo4/s320/TMNT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322508226479888882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Bars used to be 50 cent; shit, I bought a Butterfinger earlier and the shit was damn near $1. I used to be able to take that other 50 cent and stretch it into a Little Debbie's brownie and a 25 cent bag of chips. Now you'll be lucky if you walk in the store and see a 25 cent bag of chips. I still remember Fun Dip. How many of us can honestly say they remember that? How many of us used to pour the rest of the Fun Dip in water and see if the shit would be like Kool-Aid? I know I aint the only one who did that shit.  I know all my late 80's babies/ 90's kids can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ReyS9i9BJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ReyS9i9BJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-eZMUwcU_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-eZMUwcU_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZH2LLy84MGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZH2LLy84MGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-6035664692352410101?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6035664692352410101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=6035664692352410101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6035664692352410101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/6035664692352410101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-go-back.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Back'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sd1YLRN4EdI/AAAAAAAAANI/JEdZRfLlE1A/s72-c/fun_dip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-1204069029113646741</id><published>2009-04-06T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:21:25.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Homeless vs. Hustle Part II</title><content type='html'>Homeless people ridin drunk on the train.... LMAO shits funny to me because if you homeless, shouldn't you be tryna get your shit straight? I know this is like the second time that I'm bloggin about the homeless so it seems as if I'm pickin at them, but I'm not. I'm just speaking my mind on the situation. April 6th, 2009 4:44 pm, drunk hobo just decides that its alright to strike convo. What did I do? Sat there for a minute in shock as to why this muthafucka thought it was ok for him to just strike meaningless drunk convo. Shit, I was flabbergasted by the situation and aint really know whether I should tell dude to get the fuck out my face, or just move my ass to another seat on the train. So as oppose to me fighting a homeless dude which is a lose lose situation, I got my ass up and moved. As I moved, I could hear dude sayin " I see that muthafucka ran off scared." Lmfao! I'm more in a state of shock than I am anything else. I mean where was dude going with the convo blurting out shit and spitting at the same time. Sayin shit like "Do you know how powerful black and white is?" I wanted to say no muthafucka but I know the power of soap and water. The shit that made it funnier is that he had his girl with him. Lmfaoooo. So, being the inquisitive muthafucka that I am I'm thinking to myself, is dude really tryna sell me the fact that he's homeless? I was gon be nice and toss him $2 so he could get the hell out my face, but then he started pounding the seat in the train like he completely fucking lost it so I got my ass up and moved to a different seat. This is like the 2nd time that I've gotten verbally attacked by a homeless dude while bein in Manhattan. I might have to stay my ass in Queens if that's the case. Lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-1204069029113646741?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1204069029113646741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=1204069029113646741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1204069029113646741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/1204069029113646741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/homeless-vs-hustle-part-ii.html' title='Homeless vs. Hustle Part II'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8755327538695132023</id><published>2009-04-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:25:34.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Above The Law...</title><content type='html'>Should Celebs and Athletes be treated like anybody else that breaks the law? You bet your fuckin ass they should! In less than a year there have been a few incidents that I looked at and all I've been able to do is shake my head in utter disbelief ( for you ignorant muthafuckas with low IQ's, look up the word utter). Its like, damn ya'll makin yourself look real bad. Especially since, you're supposed role models for these kids that are out here idolizing your sorry asses. Celebs and Athletes are often shown giving back to their communities and tellin the kids to stay outta trouble, don't smoke, don't drink, preaching non violence, and for the most part a lot of athletes and celebs are postive and stay true to form; some however preach one thing and then practice another. Plaxico Burress (former NY Giant), Chris Brown (Singer/Entertainer), and now Donte Stallworth (Cleveland Browns) who's probably the least notable out of the people I just mentioned, all examples of what your kids shouldn't be idolizing. Most up to date incident is Donte Stallworth's DUI that killed a 59 year old man. Stallworth is currently awaiting trial in which he could be facing anywhere from 4 to 15 years of jail time. Ha! That's a fucking joke. He should def be givin the max of 15 years considering, Donte *screams* CONSIDERING THAT YOU KILLED A MAN. Even the 15 years is a slap on the damn wrist because when he comes out in 15 years (if they give him that much time), that man that was killed is still gonna be dead. Granted it was an accident, Donte should've known better than to get behind the wheel after consuming enough liquor to boost his BAC up to .126 which is well over the legal limit of .08. Donte should be thrown under the jail for illustrating poor ass judgement like that. Chris Brown a.k.a Lamborghini Breezy a.k.a Ike Jr., I fuck with his music because he's a great entertainer (not that much of a great singer) but he fucked up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ike &amp; Tina (Oops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdmORKxenfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a3lUNohQ5TM/s1600-h/Ike+and+Tina.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdmORKxenfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a3lUNohQ5TM/s320/Ike+and+Tina.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440860315753970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway though, he pretty much committed suicide with his career once he decided to lay his hands on Rihanna. Not only did he manage to fuck up a career that was still on the rise, but he let down all those young fans that looked up to him. I hope young dude is seeking some serious counselin. Just one question before I get off Brown, who whooped Rihanna's ass Lamborghini Breezy or Graffiti Breezy? *T-Pain v-coder voice* Freeeeeze. As for Plax, I feel like his incident was more an act of stupidity than it was anything else. Its like what the fuck was goin thru your head when you rolled up to the club wit ya burner? You make millions dude. Hire security and let them hold you down. If you really felt the urge to party hard like that, you're rich biaaaaatch. Hold a party at your mansion and invite muthafuckas over to kick back and wild out. No, you wanna be on some "dumb nigga" shit and carry a firearm. Smh (shaking my head) because not only did you get caught out there bein stupid but you shot yourself which is pretty fucking hilarious. That's some Cheddar Bob from 8 Mile type shit. Had that have been my black ass doin any of this crazy shit, they woulda sent me up creek fast than a muthafucka. Moral of this whole shit is, Athletes and Celebs should be treated like everyone else when it comes to being punished for breaking the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaxico Burress a.k.a Cheddar Plax&lt;/span&gt; (Former NY Giants Wide Receiver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdmO5dLqpMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QXCPZIL7vW4/s1600-h/Plax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdmO5dLqpMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QXCPZIL7vW4/s320/Plax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321441552452199618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Donte Stallworth&lt;/span&gt; (Cleveland Browns Wide Receiver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdmRoZ6Xv9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/5qZqBw_WUPw/s1600-h/large_donte-stallworth-court.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdmRoZ6Xv9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/5qZqBw_WUPw/s200/large_donte-stallworth-court.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321444558051459026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8755327538695132023?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8755327538695132023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8755327538695132023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8755327538695132023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8755327538695132023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/above-law.html' title='Above The Law...'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdmORKxenfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a3lUNohQ5TM/s72-c/Ike+and+Tina.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-8995695399183823227</id><published>2009-04-05T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:25:16.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Get It'/><title type='text'>I'm on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;White/Cement/Black&lt;/span&gt; colorway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sdllz4qXSzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nxl9NrvI-KI/s1600-h/dubzerocement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sdllz4qXSzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nxl9NrvI-KI/s400/dubzerocement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321396376772758322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about two weeks (13 days to be on some exact type shit), the Jordan Dub Zero's will be hittin the stores for the first time in a long time and they're such a good look. There's nothin like a  versatile pair of kicks. You can throw these on with sweats and a tee or get focus and throw on some official jeans and a nice shirt.  I know I'm gettin mine. For my sneaker heads and Jordan fiends out there, ya'll better get yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-8995695399183823227?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8995695399183823227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=8995695399183823227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8995695399183823227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/8995695399183823227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-on-it.html' title='I&apos;m on it'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/Sdllz4qXSzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nxl9NrvI-KI/s72-c/dubzerocement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-7134988720302526521</id><published>2009-04-05T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:43:22.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude at the Movies'/><title type='text'>Fast and The Furious 4</title><content type='html'>Despite the reviews being thrown out there by the newspapers, I wasn't feelin this one too much. There were a couple hot scenes, but whoever wrote the script for this one is a major corn muffin. Lines were so predictable that you already know what's about to be said, or you already know what's about to happen. Michelle Rodriguez and Jordana Brewster add their touch of sexiness to an otherwise dull movie. Aside from the predictable ass lines, the cars were wack and there was hardly any racing which I thought was the heart and soul of the fuckin first three, the racing. Overall after seeing this I wasn't too pleased that I paid to see it. I woulda been better off seein my $5 man for this one. Waddup Ak? The action scenes were cliche and the audience will definitely miss the cars and the racing; I know I did. Here's a few of the rides all 4 films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nissan Skyline&lt;/span&gt; that can be spotted in the first movie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjK4cfTeHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zOoLmHHIVZI/s1600-h/Scene+From+Fast+and+Furious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjK4cfTeHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zOoLmHHIVZI/s320/Scene+From+Fast+and+Furious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226030807218290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spyder&lt;/span&gt; that was driven by Tyrese in 2Fast 2Furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjMIUAqLfI/AAAAAAAAALY/aqqAn9CkYQs/s1600-h/Spyder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjMIUAqLfI/AAAAAAAAALY/aqqAn9CkYQs/s320/Spyder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227402920734194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RSX-7&lt;/span&gt; from Tokyo Drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjNSu5LxWI/AAAAAAAAALg/3J_p6u0lKS4/s1600-h/Tokyo+Driftin+with+this+RX-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjNSu5LxWI/AAAAAAAAALg/3J_p6u0lKS4/s320/Tokyo+Driftin+with+this+RX-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321228681447458146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dodge&lt;/span&gt; that was driven by Vin Diesel in both 1&amp;4 (it looks better in 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjRFzqudvI/AAAAAAAAALo/QSpitkGhJ9c/s1600-h/dodge_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjRFzqudvI/AAAAAAAAALo/QSpitkGhJ9c/s320/dodge_p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321232857437206258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-7134988720302526521?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7134988720302526521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=7134988720302526521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/7134988720302526521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/7134988720302526521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-and-furious-4.html' title='Fast and The Furious 4'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdjK4cfTeHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zOoLmHHIVZI/s72-c/Scene+From+Fast+and+Furious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-4872682198846023476</id><published>2009-04-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:32:30.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Homeless vs. Hustle</title><content type='html'>Before the moronic questions dwindle around in your heads,  No this shit isn't a rap battle people. This is some real shit that I been wondering for some time now. Like, I know there's mad people that's homeless for real, but how many grimey muthafuckas are usin this shit as the new hustle? Shit, call me fucked up or say I'm goin to hell all you want but real is real people. I was in the city a couple weeks back with my homie and we passed this homeless dude who was holdin a sign  that was so neat and clean that it made it hard for me to believe that he was destitute. The word homeless was written in bold bubble letters and every line was precise as if he took his time writin the shit out. People use common sense! If this dude is in need like that, he aint taken his sweet ass time writin out no homeless sign on a clean piece of cardboard. Worse than that, are the homeless people that we can catch on a daily train ride. I was born and raised in the Projects (Woodside) people. I know what a drug addict looks like. If they're askin for change for food, you're better off giving them whatever food you have on you as oppose to giving them money because I guarantee that they're "gettin right" with what they managed to stash up. People need to start usin they damn heads. It's that simple.  So the next time you decide to come out of pocket for these &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; less fortunate hustlers, stop and analyze the situation before you give up the doe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-4872682198846023476?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4872682198846023476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=4872682198846023476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4872682198846023476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/4872682198846023476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/homeless-vs-hustle.html' title='Homeless vs. Hustle'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703892021480084057.post-5214165067924779344</id><published>2009-04-04T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:09:37.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say What?'/><title type='text'>Allow Me</title><content type='html'>In case ya'll aint knowin, I go by the name of Slick Rude. Ya'll might have or might not have caught a nigga bloggin on &lt;a href="http://www.prezzure.net"&gt;http://www.Prezzure.net&lt;/a&gt; (Shouts to Prezzure by the way), but now I'm doin my own thing. I would, before I get into more of myself, like to go into depth about what the real is gon' be on this site. I'm basically here speakin my mind. A lot of muthafuckas will think but you'll never know what they're thinkin of because they too damn scared to say it. All the blogs that ya read or that I put into the public for that matter is on some real shit. I'll be givin ya a regular dose of that real "Rude" shit that will make you jump back and question whether I really said that. Just in case you need assurance, peep the name of the blog site that you're on. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What type of shit am I gonna be posting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just to enlighten ya, I'll be postin shit from fashion, entertainment, news stories that I find interesting, and just shit you see on the daily when you walk out your front door. This aint for the kids. I'm on my grown man shit, so they'll be plenty of post that aren't suitable for your little bad ass snot nose kids to be reading. Anyway tho, that's enough to let ya know who I am and what this is. Check me out ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdfnsocxHOI/AAAAAAAAALA/eiKO8W5XijA/s1600-h/Rude3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdfnsocxHOI/AAAAAAAAALA/eiKO8W5XijA/s400/Rude3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320976238719868130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1703892021480084057-5214165067924779344?l=yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5214165067924779344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1703892021480084057&amp;postID=5214165067924779344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5214165067924779344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1703892021480084057/posts/default/5214165067924779344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeaisaidthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/allow-me.html' title='Allow Me'/><author><name>Slick Rude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640391762512543868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SmxoQ8A-VKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hYh8GNzK6_Q/S220/dubzeroblackred1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqC93lVkmmY/SdfnsocxHOI/AAAAAAAAALA/eiKO8W5XijA/s72-c/Rude3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
