A young man from a Los Angeles suburb walked up to a native Atlantan and refered to him a few days ago when the Atlantan was bad-talking the L.A. native. The L.A. native asked the Atlantan to resume the bad-talking. The Atlantan would not. Instead, he shook. Much like that of a leaf on a dogwood tree would do on a lazy Spring day. Or like a rapper-turned-informant would do when he tries to go home and everyone knows what he has done. Later, QD.Originally Posted by Rican219
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