The Vegas gang were having another party at Frankie
Sumatra's retreat in the Hamptons. The pool was well stocked with Playboy
bunnies, mafiosa, faded lounge singers and Thai Lady Boys as usual. Hip
Hop impressario P Diddy and the Diddy Men dropped in from their neighbouring
crib, kickin' that millionaire Hamptons ghetto vibe. An impromtu poolside
party burst into life when D.J. Louis Theroux set up his turntables and
dropped some of those stone cold funky gangsta grooves. Rapper B Surreal
and his crew stepped up to the mic. We had Death Row Inmate No.9, Big Punishing
Mo Fo and M.C.Death from Above keepin' it surreal and entertaining the troops
by singing well crafted songs about hos, niggas and bitches while grabbing
their crotches suggestively in a rudimentary mating ritual much favoured
by the rap community. The Hampton playboy millionaires were getting "down
with the street" most righteously and surfin' on that ghetto vibe.
P Diddy then demanded a sack of "dead presidents"
from Sumatra for his crew's troubles. Frankie though is from the old school.
Back in the day when gangsta meant Sam Giancana and Santo Trafficante rather
than some clowns in dungarees and bandanas. Suffice to say the Diddy Men
were told to go see Ken Dodd about their wages and "escorted"
from the property.
Blissful normality resumed as Sumatra "cranked up the boomin' system"
and the mellifluous sounds of "Sinatra Live at the Sands" filled
the air once more.
Another Vegas high roller makes a sizeable withdrawal from the Bank of Elvis |
Carlos Campari and Willie Sudden flashing the cash |
Carlos Campari of the Cali chicken juggling cartel receives payment for another hot "poultry" consignment |
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A rhinestone cowboy looking for a star-spangled rodeo |
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Vegas cats have a relaxed and friendly approach to firearms |
Don't mess with Bugsy's baby faced enforcers |
Looks like the rhinestone cowboy's in the right place after all |
put your shirt on no.9 |
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Moustachioed Mafiosa |
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