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I was hanging out backstage with Warren G (me and him go waaaaaaay back), and Quik shows up like an hour and 45 minutes early for his set.
He's looking scared as fuck, but won't talk to anyone. Me and Warren are trying to calm him down, but he just keeps saying "I can't stay here."
finally, he just runs out on stage (damn near no one is there yet because he's not due on for another hour and a half), and performs his whole album start to finish, including interludes.
He finished up about half hour before the show was supposed to start, when people were first trickling in. Then he just walked off the stage and headed for the door.
The owner was pissed, and said he still had to do his set. Quik was just like "you paid me for an hour, I did an hour. You didn't say when I had to do it. call my lawyer, but you better have my money."
The owner didn't know what the fuck to do on such short notice. The only other performer in the building was Warren, and he was drunk as shit by this point, because he wasn't supposed to even be performing.
Desperate, the owner asked me to help get Warren on stage. I succeeded, and we performed Regulate 11 times in a row (Hardcore Gentlemen style!). Only Warren was so drunk that he couldn't remember his verses, so from the second time on, I did his verses, and he sang Nate Dogg's parts. The crowd ate it up, even though they had no idea who I was. Epic night, all things considered. *Jews you*
"this is okp tho, reading is completely optional" (c) desus
Proceed with caution. I am overtly racist.
<-- In Pigpen we trust
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