Music blasted from the huge speakers in the club somewhere that makes sense for it to be at, and bodies collided together on the packed dance floor like fish in a net. Gordosa stood, sat, chilled? On the stage while the rotund gamorean, Oogbolt, stood at the turn tables mixing the jams like a green pig man was supposed to mix them.
The bar? Open. The tickets? Free. It was a party like only a Hutt could throw. I jaws waved a two meter palm leaf behind the hutt as he did what one could only describe as the droid before a gamorean wearing a white rhinestone glove walked up with a mic and handed it to his royal Huttiness.
The music quieted down as the big Hutt moved forward on the stage his huge gold necklace dangled on to his chest rolls as he chortled.
"Oh how hoe hoe. " he said into the mix as people turned his way. "Hey yo. His Gordizzle on dates mic bringing Ya da down low on dates upwahd flow. Fin to break did ting doan fa Ya right noh. Get Ya self sumting to hold and les do did ting."
Then the unthinkable happened. The hutt began to rap.
"Ya knoh what? I Like da playettes. No diggiteh, no dowbt, uh. Play on playette. Play on playette. Yo ugbolt, drop da Beat. It's going down, fade ta Huttstreet. Da homies gaht RB, collab' creations. Bump like Acneh, no dowbt. Me put it doan, never slowch. As long as meh credit can vowch. A dawg couldn't catch meh straight up. Tell meh who cahn stop when Gee maken moves. Attracten honeys like ah magnet. Given 'em eargasms with meh mellow accent. Still moven dis flavah. Wit da homies Gordosa and @Popo. Da originahl rump shakahs.
Shahty get doan, good Lawd, Baby got 'em open all ovah town, Strictleh biz, ya don't play arownd
Covah much grownd, got game by da pound." he sang giving his rolls a slap.
"Getten paid is ah forte. Each and every day, true Hutta way. I cahn't get her out of mah mind." Gordosa sang.
"(Well)" the gamorean squealed.
"Ah Tink abowt da girl all da time."
"(well, well)" just more squealing.
"East side ta da west side" the hutt continued pointing for the Gamorean to give the mic up.
"Pushing phat rides, iz no surprise, She gaht tricks in da stash, Stacking up da cash, Fass when it comes ta da gas. By noh means average. She's on when she's got ta have it. Babeh, you're ah perfect ten, me wanis ta get in. Can me gets doan, so me can win."
"Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up."
"She's gaht class and style, Hutt knowledge by day pownd, Babeh never act wild, Very low key on dates profile, Catchen feelins is a no, Let meh tell ya how it go, Herb's da word, spin's the verb, Lovahs it curves so freak what ya heard.
"Rollin' with da phatness, Ya don't even knoh what da half is. Ya got to pay to play, Just for shahty, bang-bang, to look your way. I like the way you work it ,Trumped tight, all day, every day, Ya blowing my mind, maybe in time, babeh, I can get you in my ride."
"Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up."
Then the Jaws burst forward with yet another mic.
"Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Play on, play on playette
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
You're my kind of girl, no diggity
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey"
Then yet another began rapping, a twi'lek this time.
"Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep, Flying first class from Coruscant to Huttstreet. What you know about me, not a Muthakarkin thing, Tenloss wooded frames sported by my shortie. As for me, icy gleaming pinky ultrachrome ring. We be's the baddest clique up on the scene. Ain't you getting bored with these fake Azz broads. I shows and proves, no doubt, I predicted so. Please excuse, if I come across rude. That's just me. And that's how a playette's got to be. Stay kicking game with a capital G. Ask the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be. Word is born, faking moves never been my thing. So, Popo, pass the word to your Hutta Gordosa. I'll be sending a call, let's say around 3: 30
Queen Fenn and Huttstreet, it's no diggity."
"Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up." Gordosa jumped back in, and by jump I mean flopped.
"Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Play on, play on playette
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
You're my kind of girl, no diggity
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey"
"Yeah, Come on. Kira in full effect. Lisa in full effect. Corvus in full effect. Braith in full effect. Ladies in full effect. Ain't nothing goin' on but the rent. Yeah play on playette. Play on play on. Cause meh like it. No diggity, no doubt, yeah. Huttstreet productions. We out, we out right. We out, we out." Gordosa dropped the mic and Oogbolt started spinning some jams again.
The bar? Open. The tickets? Free. It was a party like only a Hutt could throw. I jaws waved a two meter palm leaf behind the hutt as he did what one could only describe as the droid before a gamorean wearing a white rhinestone glove walked up with a mic and handed it to his royal Huttiness.
The music quieted down as the big Hutt moved forward on the stage his huge gold necklace dangled on to his chest rolls as he chortled.
"Oh how hoe hoe. " he said into the mix as people turned his way. "Hey yo. His Gordizzle on dates mic bringing Ya da down low on dates upwahd flow. Fin to break did ting doan fa Ya right noh. Get Ya self sumting to hold and les do did ting."
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Then the unthinkable happened. The hutt began to rap.
"Ya knoh what? I Like da playettes. No diggiteh, no dowbt, uh. Play on playette. Play on playette. Yo ugbolt, drop da Beat. It's going down, fade ta Huttstreet. Da homies gaht RB, collab' creations. Bump like Acneh, no dowbt. Me put it doan, never slowch. As long as meh credit can vowch. A dawg couldn't catch meh straight up. Tell meh who cahn stop when Gee maken moves. Attracten honeys like ah magnet. Given 'em eargasms with meh mellow accent. Still moven dis flavah. Wit da homies Gordosa and @Popo. Da originahl rump shakahs.
Shahty get doan, good Lawd, Baby got 'em open all ovah town, Strictleh biz, ya don't play arownd
Covah much grownd, got game by da pound." he sang giving his rolls a slap.
"Getten paid is ah forte. Each and every day, true Hutta way. I cahn't get her out of mah mind." Gordosa sang.
"(Well)" the gamorean squealed.
"Ah Tink abowt da girl all da time."
"(well, well)" just more squealing.
"East side ta da west side" the hutt continued pointing for the Gamorean to give the mic up.
"Pushing phat rides, iz no surprise, She gaht tricks in da stash, Stacking up da cash, Fass when it comes ta da gas. By noh means average. She's on when she's got ta have it. Babeh, you're ah perfect ten, me wanis ta get in. Can me gets doan, so me can win."
"Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up."
"She's gaht class and style, Hutt knowledge by day pownd, Babeh never act wild, Very low key on dates profile, Catchen feelins is a no, Let meh tell ya how it go, Herb's da word, spin's the verb, Lovahs it curves so freak what ya heard.
"Rollin' with da phatness, Ya don't even knoh what da half is. Ya got to pay to play, Just for shahty, bang-bang, to look your way. I like the way you work it ,Trumped tight, all day, every day, Ya blowing my mind, maybe in time, babeh, I can get you in my ride."
"Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up."
Then the Jaws burst forward with yet another mic.
"Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Play on, play on playette
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
You're my kind of girl, no diggity
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey"
Then yet another began rapping, a twi'lek this time.
"Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep, Flying first class from Coruscant to Huttstreet. What you know about me, not a Muthakarkin thing, Tenloss wooded frames sported by my shortie. As for me, icy gleaming pinky ultrachrome ring. We be's the baddest clique up on the scene. Ain't you getting bored with these fake Azz broads. I shows and proves, no doubt, I predicted so. Please excuse, if I come across rude. That's just me. And that's how a playette's got to be. Stay kicking game with a capital G. Ask the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be. Word is born, faking moves never been my thing. So, Popo, pass the word to your Hutta Gordosa. I'll be sending a call, let's say around 3: 30
Queen Fenn and Huttstreet, it's no diggity."
"Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up. Meh like da way ya werk it. Nah diggiteh, Me gots ta bag it up, bag it up." Gordosa jumped back in, and by jump I mean flopped.
"Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Play on, play on playette
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
You're my kind of girl, no diggity
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey"
"Yeah, Come on. Kira in full effect. Lisa in full effect. Corvus in full effect. Braith in full effect. Ladies in full effect. Ain't nothing goin' on but the rent. Yeah play on playette. Play on play on. Cause meh like it. No diggity, no doubt, yeah. Huttstreet productions. We out, we out right. We out, we out." Gordosa dropped the mic and Oogbolt started spinning some jams again.
