Yesterday, I flew from Newark to Atlanta (Delta Flight 2013). I was fortunate enough to get the upgrade to first class (Seat 3C). I boarded the plane, took my seat, and opened my laptop. About 5 minutes later, I heard someone say, “Yo, I am sitting in 3D”. I thought, “OK buddy, hang on for a second”. As I stood up, I realized that I knew the dude sitting next to me; it was Ludacris. I thought, “Well, ain’t this a bia; I am sitting next to Luda”. I wasn’t going to play myself, so I acted like it was no big deal. Neither of us said anything until about 20 minutes into the flight. About that time, Luda tapped me and said, “Yo, ask the flight attendant to get me a vodka and cranberry when she comes around. I’m ‘bout to get a nap in”. I thought, “Oh, this nacka is trying to play me. I don’t know you like that. You ole mid-Major rapper. Order your own drink. I am in first class too, Homie”, but I said, “Alright”. So, when the flight attendant came around, I ordered a Henne straight up for me and told her to make a Shirley Temple for Chris Bridges. How about this nacka slept the entire time we were in the air! I really felt like I had been played. As we were exiting the plane, I looked at Luda and said “Keep doing what you do Playa”. I followed it up by slapping the ish out of that nacka and yelling at the top of my lungs “I feel like slappin somebody today. Slap, Slap, Slap, Slappin somebody today. You Ole Skinny Black looking boi”. Look for it on TMZ!
For the record...everything actually happened except for the "Slap, Slap, Slappin' somebody today" part. Either way, it had me rollin'! See The Quotable's review of Ludacris's most recent album Theatre of the Mind here.