Kardinal Offishall ft. Akon – Dangerous – Soon to be Gentleman’s Club Classic
Akon has a nack for these “Gentleman’s Club Classic’s”.
Doesn’t he?
Ohhh yeah, that’s her
The big dog tryin to get her little kitty to purr
Next man lookin at me like I’m Lucifer
Cause he knows I’ll deal with the case yes sir
If I was the last man on earth,
I would only take that girl, end the search
She’ll give a new definition to the word curve
Got chicks in the strip club, envying her’s
Bodies like (what), is a mass irruptions,
Sit the glass on that fat obstruction,
Tongue game give a new type seduction
I’m try and get back her something
He kicks some pretty good knowledge on well, Girls, Travel, and Life. Written from the perspective of the traveling, long-haired, broke-artist style player. Which we all know, can be effective.
Brazilian: “Where are you from?”
Argentine: *Crickets*
American: “What do you do?”
Brazilian: Open toe slippers with some design
Argentine: Closed toe
American: Target brand flip flops
Brazilian: Takes off your jeans and boxers
Argentine: Takes off her big earrings
American: Takes off her shoes
Brazilian: She feels comfortable after sex
Argentine: She feels like she just carried out an important life decision after sex
American: She feels like a slut after sex
As an international G, I’ve seen many places and met many people. Surprisingly though, I have never met anyone who has out-Gamed me. Sure, I’ve met people who are smarter than me or wealthier than me. And coincidentally, all of them have the same rap about being creative or innovative.
On a side note, I’ve never met anyone better looking than me.
But my point is, to truly be successful; you have to be a First Mover. Make other people follow you. At first, some might be hesitant or reluctant but with enough influence and persistence, everyone comes around.
Just this past week, while an old friend of mine was in New York, I had the opportunity to discuss this specific topic. My friend always had a knack for technology and made suitcases full of skrilla by simply pulling numbers out of thin air. When we were younger, he had done very well with the pin codes of analog cell phones and most recently his favorite past time is driving by a BestBuy and extracting credit card numbers via unsecured wi-fi connections. Apparently, being innovative with technology inherently gives you a Side Hustle. More than half of his revenue and profit derives from consulting companies on how to prevent exactly what he does.
Anyway, while in town on a “consulting” job, he was staying at the Mandarin and so we decided to break bread at Asiate (I recommend the cote de boeuf with roasted rib-eye and smoked potato). I arrived 15 minutes early suited down in a Paul Stuart soft brown Nailhead number (side vents & ticket pocket, of course), a solid crème colored Stefano Ricci shirt, dark brown Hermes tie and matching pocket silk. Needless to say, my bankroll could be listed in the Mitchell Report.
Surprisingly, my friend was already at the bar, casually dressed in a Loro Piana dark gray Vicuña sweater over a burgundy colored woven shirt and black Zanella pants. He was nonchalantly sipping on a 21 year old Balvenie Scotch Portwood while concurrently conversing with a 21 year old English Hardbody. But that’s neither NYMEX nor pyrex.
Over dinner he schooled me on the enormous profit potential in other countries that don’t have a fully operational internet because of their vulnerabilities and parallel desire for protection and security. I schooled him on the capital being thrown towards these emerging markets. It seemed that our future endeavors were going to become intertwined.
I told him about my Side Hustles and how I’ve been investing in developing nations for some time. Besides swapping US paper for Japanese Yen, I went on to say that like our street hustling counterparts, my dealings are mostly in BRICs.
As a cautious friend and G, I could see the uneasy feeling rushing over him…
It took a minute before he realized I was referring to Brazil, Russia, India, and China… Not the traditional raw.
