Yo dizzawgs! Saturday night was off the chain in a major way. DJ Crunkified my brother from another mother came through with mad Southern crunk jernts and 'nuff indie-dance flava. Brooklyn needs to step its parking game up, we circled the block twelve times-- peep game on gas prices! We filled the CRV with homies and hotties and a six pack of Michelob and arrived just in time to get loose with it ("like Short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it") to DJ Crunkified spinning a kuh-razy Ying Yang Twins/Stereolab jawnblendizzle. A big big-up and mad NJ love to all the kids that came through and to DJ 40 Acres N A Mule and DJ Get Up Kids who spun them rekkids, too.

* Girl, if you're ever in NJ, holla at a brother. Like woah!

* Need a re-up of Negro cool? Cop that new Kay Slay jawnizzle right thurr and soak that shit up! And big-up to all the Brooklyn bootleg cats that I holla'd at on Thursday morning. And no, you can't buy my shoes off of me, they cost more than your power bill, homes. (Word to neighborhoods where my wardrobe costs as much as the collective assets of everyone living there).

* Nelly doing it big in the streets. Get your bobcat on, girl! (Dude's name is Cornell! What's with them always having weird-ass old fashioned white people names?)

* These Gucci shades are so crucial. Sorry, dad, that allowance check is getting "misplaced" again this month!

* I've been hearing a lot of DIP SET DIP SET hate recently. Yeah, yeah... I know they're corny, the pink, the no homo, whatever.... If I want to get my party on like Andrew W.K., I don't want some teary-eyed dude crying about feeling guilty about selling cocaine and seeing his moms getting her ass beat or some Al Sharpton Jr. spouting kill-the-white-man stuff, I want Cam and some Girls Just Wanna Have Fun jawns. DIP SET DIP SET DIP SET DIP SET!

PEACE OUT! Sorry for the short entry. I'm going to catch the Red Faced Greens at the Bowery Ballroom. Holla if you see the kid.