50 Cent and Kendrick were chatting about something, both laughing heartily.
He immediately invited Kendrick to join him at a club tonight for some fun.
For these rich nggas, daily life was all about weed and women.
"Leon~ Robbie~ why don't you guys come along too!"
"Bro, you gotta experience the LA nightlife!"
Faced with Kendrick's warm invitation, Leon hesitated. He really couldn't stand the noisy environment of clubs.
Besides, Chris Brown had already put out word on the street. It was better to avoid trouble and slip back to New York as soon as possible.
Phil whispered a reminder from the side: "It's not a bad thing to have good relations with these nggas. Don't make yourself an outlier in the circle."
The old geezer talked a good game, but Leon could guess what was really on his mind with his toes.
Who doesn't love free whiskey?
Who doesn't love mooching a free VIP booth?
Who doesn't love touching free models?
Los Angeles' nightlife index ranked first in the US; probably only Las Vegas could compete.
In the high-end clubs here, you could find girls of almost any race in the world. It was as lively as Middle-earth in The Lord of the Rings.
"Honey, don't overthink it. We rarely get together." Robbie hugged Leon's arm, rubbing against his chest.
Since everyone was saying so, refusing again would be a bit inappropriate.
Leon and his group returned to the hotel to rest briefly, agreeing to meet near Hollywood Boulevard at 9 PM.
In the hotel, Phil said with a cigarette in his mouth, "That ngga 50 Cent is pretty decent..."
Leon rolled his eyes at him. "Just because he paid for you to play with women? You've lived for over fifty years, can't you have some perspective?"
His head was full of women; no wonder this old geezer ended up half-bankrupt after struggling in the industry for so many years.
"That's not important... What I want to say is this guy is a real gangster, the kind who values loyalty..."
"Are there still people in this circle who care about that?"
From a societal perspective, American capitalist society only recognizes money, and the entertainment industry is a microcosm of that.
"50 Cent is really different... If there's trouble, he really steps up."
"You know about the thing between Eminem and Cannon last year, right? It was the biggest beef in the hip-hop circle last year."
Leon shook his head.
Phil continued, "Last year, Eminem released his sixth studio album, Relapse. The lead single was Bagpipes from Baghdad."
"The target of this diss track was Mariah Carey and her new husband, Nick Cannon!"
Hearing this, Leon almost laughed out loud.
Whether Eminem and Mariah Carey actually had a fling was the biggest mystery in the music world today, and also the most melodramatic romance.
The former insisted he dated Carey for six months, used every position, and held top-secret photos.
But the latter firmly denied it.
So, since 2003, the two had engaged in a long, drawn-out tearing battle.
"The tension between Eminem and Carey lasted for so many years. This song ignited a years-long hatred between Eminem and Cannon."
"To respond to this single, Eminem and Cannon engaged in a war of words on social media platforms."
"The dispute got out of hand, and even P. Diddy and Dr. Dre had to intervene."
Speaking of this, Phil paused. "You should be careful too. Beautiful women often aren't what you think."
"Women in the entertainment industry... you know."
Phil didn't say it too clearly, but Leon knew he was hinting at Robbie.
Throughout 2009, Eminem and Cannon battled verbally through the news media.
Cannon said he felt "sorry" for Eminem and the musician from Detroit. Cannon even threatened Eminem to release a song wishing him and Mariah a happy marriage.
In the end, things spiraled out of control, and Cannon repeatedly threatened to teach Eminem a lesson.
"Eminem's popularity in the circle isn't as good as Carey's... Just when everyone thought Eminem would back down this time, 50 Cent stepped up."
"He spoke out on social media, saying as long as he saw Cannon, he would beat his ass severely."
"As a result, for the next period, this ngga really went out with a gun every day..."
"Just on this point alone, he's much better than those nggas on the East Coast."
Leon lay on the sofa, thoughtful.
Whether it was Jay-Z who discovered him or the East Coast king P. Diddy...
Neither of these two had a very good reputation inside or outside the circle.
Backstabbing and shooting from the shadows were tactics they had played very skillfully in the 90s.
This is why only this small group of nggas survived the era when gangsta rap blossomed, achieving godfather status.
"Anyway, if conditions are ripe, I must find a chance to stay away from Jay-Z!" Leon told himself in his heart.
When the agreed time with 50 Cent and the others arrived, no matter how many times Leon called Cardi, no one answered.
"Damn... where did this crazy girl run off to?"
He didn't think much of it. Most likely, Cardi was too excited about just arriving in Los Angeles and went off to fool around with some man.
This woman was very keen on "jungling"; the first thing she did when landing in a city was to taste the local men.
The location 50 Cent chose for the club was impeccable, adjacent to the famous Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Not far away were Madame Tussauds and the Kodak Theatre, undoubtedly the heart of Hollywood.
Those who came here to spend were basically sports stars or Hollywood celebrities.
It wouldn't be surprising to run into this year's biggest hero of Los Angeles, the "Black Mamba" who led the Lakers to defeat the Celtics in Game 7 of the Finals.
Arriving at the VIP room on the second floor of the club, as soon as they entered, Robbie threw herself into his arms.
"Honey~"
Leon took a closer look. Robbie was dressed exceptionally hot today.
Shiny black stockings paired with a low-cut camisole dress, plus 12-centimeter high heels, forming a huge contrast with her usual fresh blonde girl image.
"Why are you dressed like this..."
"What's wrong with it~ Come on, we're in a club!"
Leon thought about it and felt it was right. Looking around, Robbie was wearing the most clothes in the entire club.
50 Cent and Kendrick were already submerged in the flesh of young models, eyes full of carnal desire.
These women were like a group of spider spirits, throwing themselves into the nggas' arms one after another.
50 Cent laughed wildly while slapping the girls' headlights and constantly throwing banknotes in the air.
Phil laughed and said, "This is why every young man wants to be a rapper."
"Whether you get famous or not aside, you definitely won't lack women."
Saying this, he quickly grabbed a plump Latina girl from Kendrick's side and pinched her domineering tail light hard.
50 Cent threw all the $20 bills in his hand into the air. The girls instantly went crazy, kneeling on the ground busy picking up banknotes and stuffing them into their bras.
Kendrick stood in front of the girls and danced the Crip walk. "Street Jesus! Welcome to the great Los Angeles!"