Dear My Future Husband:
I’m a true New Yorker. Like I bump Lil’ Kim “Big Momma Thing” at least 4x a day. I have to listen to all of my Biggie and a 20 minute Jay-Z session a day. I go from Lil’ Kim to YoYo to Rah Digga to some Queen and MC Lyte then I have to get some Remy Ma, Cardi B and City Girls eventually. I then slow it down with some Ashanti and R&B jams.
But my other side is classy yet bougie. Like I end my night with watching the Cosby Show because I was raised by a Claire Huxtable myself. I also have a little Whitley Gilbert in me because I was exposed to culture. I enjoy the museums and enjoy learning new things and exposing myself to things, I just don’t want to scare you.
We could literally be in the car and I’m yelling Kash Doll ‘Ice Me Out’ lyrics to the top of my lungs and then my phone rings and it’s a business call. I will go from you everyday hood-rat that pops her gum to Becky with the good hair and went to private school so quick. My code-switching game is ridiculous. But don’t get confused. Your wife is highly educated, went to the top HBCU and graduated with honors. She just enjoys some hood-rat tings while still keeping some class.
Don’t worry, our wedding will be elegant and class, until I have the DJ drop “Cash Money takin ova for the 99 and the 2000’s” and I will backin this thang up on you, so you better catch it.