STRAIGHT OUTTA BOMPTON

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Members of the Aboriginal Asiatic Black Nation of the Planet Earth

You know I have a big mouth, right? I mean I was born three days after Pac! So, naturally I put my foot in it at times and unfortunately, it’s usually in proportion to the size of my mouth.

So, when I heard about this movie coming out (and I found out when they were still in the audition process due to one of my childhood friends being an actress) I started downtalking it about as soon as I heard.

I believe my exact words were, “Yeah right, I really want my son auditioning for a movie about the group that ruined hip-hop.” I’m sure I added something about their filthy mouths and the degradation of women also.

But I just saw the movie and I really enjoyed it. Albeit I had to cast my eyes in another direction on more than one occasion. I mean, I’m from L.A. and I’ve been to countless pool parties and parties in general (no hotel parties), but it hurts to see my Sisters degrade themselves. It is no wonder our Brothers refer to us as hoes. The way we belittle ourselves to the point of embarrassment just to be associated with a famous person or persons or money or opportunity or whatever is disgraceful. All I can do is shake my head and pray Allah we reclaim our dignity and self-respect before the whiteman is destroyed, lest we become deserving of hellfire as they are.

So, I told my son he could watch the movie but just show some decency and intelligence and cast his eyes in another direction as should you when they get to those parts, which although they may be historically accurate, could have easily been alluded to rather than openly displayed in the interest of good taste.

But, I digress. I continued to badmouth the film from pre-production to filming through post-production, screening and actually up until today when I actually saw the movie. Which I made it a point to see only because my Zawji in His monumental wisdom, said it was a “must see.” So when I saw it was airing on HBO tonight, I made the effort to stay up and watch.

I know he said that for me.

Although my family left Bompton when I was still very young, I have definitive memories of our time there that will remain with me for the rest of my life. One event in particular made me the hardcore woman that I am today.

There was a park or some kind of field down the street from our house and one day there was an event there. I remember running for my life, although I wasn’t conscious enough to be afraid, but I was running nevertheless, as was everyone else. I remember an older cousin picking me up and continuing to run with me in his arms. That’s all I remember. I don’t remember getting home or what happened afterwards, but I’m sure it was that event, at such a young age, that made me so intrepid in the other shootouts I’ve been involved in.

I’ve heard people from other states talk about how fearful they are of L.A. and I could never understand WHY. After seeing this movie, I understand. I mean, it almost made ME afraid. LOL But it’s really not that bad. Seriously. I mean, the school bus scene was off the hook. That was the most gangsta thing I’ve ever seen in my life. B-Dogs don’t play.

And it was dope because I KNEW the actors were all from L.A., not like Cuba in Boyz in the Hood. These were O.G.s. I mean, you CANNOT fake an L.A. accent.

Anyway, I happened to be in Leimert Park, the day they were filming there. (I mean, I was always in Leimert so it was only natural) I got to practically have lunch with the Brother who played E and he was so cool. If I had known what a good actor he was then, I might have asked for an autograph. LOL j/k I haven’t asked for an autograph since I saw Luther Vandross at the Beverly Center and he waved me off and said, “Please don’t bother me with that now!” I must’ve been about eleven or twelve and he really hurt my feelings. But that’s not why I don’t ask for autographs. I got Bobby Brown’s at the same place but I never knew what to do with it. So now, I’m like what for??? :/

But I was still downtalking this movie about the group that I still believe RUINED Hip-Hop so badly that it still has not recovered. I mean Wiz Khalifa was on the NBA on tour tonight, exactly thirty years later, basically talking about the same things. Whereas BEFORE NWA, you might hear one or, at the most, two curse words in a song. And if it was live, like Run DMC’s “Here We Go“, the audience would go “Ooooh” or something because it was a rebellious thing to do. Here comes NWA, Straight outta Bompton, and their whole album is nothing BUT cursing! There’s just something about the West Coast. We leave an indelible mark on things and they are never the same. So, when I met the Brother who played E (let me Google his name, I mean, that’s the least I can do… Jason Mitchell), I mean it was cool – he was hella cool. I mean his jheri curl looked like a wig, but in the movie it was believable.

The company that was in charge of the audio was Black-owned and I struck up a conversation with the owner and he walked me into where everybody was having lunch. He gave me a laminate and I walked past security and got to eat and walk around the set like I was a part of the production. Everybody else behind the scenes, except makeup and wardrobe, were devils. The audio Brother’s wife was a devil. But I gave him my website for him and his daughter.

I also got to meet the actress who played Dre’s mother. She was surprisingly good in the movie too. I mean, when I met her she just seemed like a cool Black lady. I was not expecting the passionate actress I saw in the movie. Mad props to G. Anyway, I gave her my website and told her please don’t tell the real Dr. Dre that I was using his house for my website cover photo at the time. 😉 LOL I had heard he was on set. His house is the bomb. Let me see if I can find that picture. BRB Are those SOLAR PANELS?  😉 

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So, the movie comes out and I start saying I’m scared to see it because I thought I might be IN it. I wasn’t. But Sir Jinx was and that Brother tried to talk to me LOL during the Lench Mob days. We went to their studio. I’m trying to think of what they used to call it. I wanna say the Dungeon but that’s Outkast’s people or the Batcave or something like that. Let me Google it. I know it was something dark and dismal sounding. BRB I can’t find it. Maybe I’m tripping and it was just called The Lench Mob. But for some reason I don’t think so. Oh well, I’ve wasted enough brain cells thinking about it. All I remember was it was this plain building painted all black on the outside.  But anyway, all he had seen was a picture of me that I didn’t even like and I kinda knew what he looked like because I had seen him in Oshea’s videos but I went anyway and let’s just say, he wasn’t my type.

I mean Raekwon from Wu tried to talk to me too, but I’m not a golddigger. You have to be CUTE and have money. But RIGHTEOUSNESS IS PARAMOUNT. My Zawji is all three AND MAKES ME LAUGH TOO so I’m Gucci.

*Update – It was called STREET KNOWLEDGE. So much for dark and dismal… :/

But anyway, Cube, Dre and G shut my big mouth and I’m that annoying girl that always beats the boys at everything, but ya’ll did your thug thizzle. The acting was superb (due in no small part to the director) the storyline was tight even though I could tell some of it was made up just for the movie. I heard Ren said it was about 80 per cent true. The main parts that irked me were the staged cop scenes. I mean, I know LAPD are jerks but it just seemed so “staged.” Cube leaving when all those pigs were right there seemed kind of silly to me. Like he was just egging them on. Then again, I just did the same thing a few weeks ago, so maybe not. :/

But I was really impressed with the actor who played E. Anybody who knows me knows I am a B-Girl to the bone and my favorite emcee is the GOAT – Rakim Allah, so when little bitty Eric Wright came out with his high-pitched voice I did not like him. Still don’t as an emcee. But the actor who portrayed him in the movie made me appreciate him as a savvy business man. He just got tricked by the devil, by not having the Knowledge of Self, God or the devil. Read Message To The Blackman In America so the same thing doesn’t happen to you. Let me just tell you this: Don’t trust ANY of them (white devil Caucasians) NONE of them.

I’m glad the movie confirmed my opinion by showing his lack of skills early on.

I did finally feel some sympathy for his having died of AIDS, once again, due to the superior acting skills of Mr. Mitchell.

I wish they had made it known that Oshea is NOT from Bompton but rather South Central. Those from his neighborhood know, but the laity falsely believe he is STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON as he has led them to believe. He’s like the opposite of me – From L.A. claiming Bompton and I’m from Bompton claiming L.A.

I was skeptical about his son playing him. He’s light-skinned so I didn’t know how convincing he would be. But he has his exact same features and he sounds almost exactly like him. He was so adorable. I don’t think anybody else would have manifested such a likeness. He’s hard too, which I wasn’t expecting. I mean Cube is clearly out of the hood but success apparently hasn’t changed him because he obviously instilled it (the hood) in his son. He’s not corny and I was pleasantly surprised. Good job, Jr. The acting was excellent from start to finish and I know it was because of the talents of the director. You’ve made me proud to be from SOULA, G. Salute.

The whole movie brought back a lot of memories for me. Like I kind of missed it but I think G said he was Greg Mack from KDAY. That felt hella good because KDAY was the first radio station in the country to adopt an all hip-hop format. And I remember going to pick up tickets for concerts we had won at their studio on Crenshaw. *sigh* Bittersweet Memories….

Seeing all those Suzuki Samurais brought back memories too because I had wanted one. I ended up getting a Sidekick though. I wonder where they dug up all those old Nissan trucks that all the boys had. The Low-riders are still an every Sunday thing. *sigh*

I miss home.

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