IT'S FRI-DRE

As we all know Snoop and Dre are some of the greatest rappers of all time for one big reason... They have never lost a gun fight. Tupac? Lost a gunfight. Biggie? Lost a gunfight. Big Pun? Lost an obesity fight with candy bars. The chick in TLC? Lost a fight with a tree while driving a car. Dre and Snoop? They are probably like 250-0 career in gun fights... If street cred is the defining factor for a rapper and the measuring units are quim and proficiency with firearms? Well then these guys are like the Alexander the Great and Julius Caesar of the hip hop world.

Make sure to check out the office dialogue below before playing the video.




Here is a little Friday inspiration for all of the readers out there. Today I am going to give some great workplace advice to all of the loyal readers out there. Here is the first of many Fri-Dre posts where I am going to show you how to add a little "gangster fun" into your group of friends in the office. Please play the video and appreciate how with an enthusiastic delivery of the dialogue in all of the situations can be fun and beneficial to any professional relationship... Enjoy you little Pricks!



Coworker: Why are you late Prick Reader?

Prick Reader: I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"


Coworker: Okay Prick Reader, would you like to start the presentation or should I?

Prick Reader: Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble

After you are done and need to introduce your coworker:

Prick Reader: Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom.


Coworker: Hey Prick Reader, how are things with the girlfriend?

Prick Reader: From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man
and learnin' her man - and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it.


Coworker: (at an office birthday) Would you like some cake Prick Reader?

Prick Reader: Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff.

Coworker: (after you came around a corner and scared her by nearly running her over) Whoa Prick Reader, you scared me.

Prick Reader: Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'.


Coworker: Prick Reader, did you really get that sale?

Prick Reader: (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield


Coworker:(bathroom) Wow Prick Reader, you really had to go...

Prick Reader:You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit.


Coworker: Nice job Mr. Prick Reader, way to go! How'd you do it?

Prick Reader: Ain't nuthin' but a "G" thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this.