Check out da shizzle, compliments of da Doggfather at asksnoop.com. I wanna give da shout out to my homie def jam jason for giving me da hookup.

Itz the Snoop version of “Bi-State Blues”:

Yo’ ass Are Getting Sleepy, Very Sleepy n’ shit. ..

well that shiznit’s 12:30 am on a monday night. why am i still up? why am i posting on my blog when i should be in bed, asleep, dreaming of peace on earth ‘n gravy will toward fools?

that shiznit’s called insomnia ‘n i am one of its minions. i’m not exactly sho when that shiznit izzall started, when i started has trouble sleeping, but that shiznit’s been da bane of my existence fo’ as long as i can remember, know what I’m sayin’?

this is how that shiznit starts: that shiznit’s seven o’clock ‘n i sho could use some aspirin fo’ this raging headache i has. gee, maybe i’ll wash that shiznit down wit some pepsi, know what I’m sayin’? *three hours later* that shiznit’s getting late, maybe i’ll do some reading before i go bed, know what I’m sayin’? ..look at da time n’ shit. better get bed! i wonder how my kids are going be wit my sub tomorrow? hmmm. what should my mythology class do instead of a test on friday? i know! they’ll act out parts of da trojan war ‘n that way they’ll has interact wit each other ‘n they texts ‘n show greater understanding of da characters ‘n story by creating dialogue-based skits ‘n then my feet gots hot ‘n i can’t sleep if i has warm feet, don’t ax me why i don’t know ‘n then da cat wants cuddle but that shiznit’s getting hot ‘n i don’t want disturb da cat because this is one of da few times when tha dude ain’t trying gnaw my hand off ‘n then i start thinking ’bout da house i want buy ‘n what that shiznit’s going look like ‘n da furniture i want put in that shiznit; do yo’ ass think red will look okay on da walls or should i go wit da tan ‘n will we like living in st.” louis ‘n will we get gravy jobs at places we love, ‘n, ‘n, ‘n….

yo’ ass get da picture. that shiznit’s like this almost every night, know what I’m sayin’? although, i’m not usually up until one in da morning hashing out my one-way conversation n’ shit. eventually my brain does shut itself off, ‘n i can wander into dreamland n’ shit. sometimes that shiznit takes da assistance of a little tylenol pm, but better that than da alternative: not-’nuff-sleep-black-duffle-bag-under-eye-mega-bitch-don’t-make-me-want–hurt-yo’ ass dawn n’ shit. brizzle’s not hella pleasant be around.

but that’s my routine. i unwind after a long day at night before bed. my mind is going a mile a minute ‘n that shiznit’s when i’m at my most thoughtful ‘n creative, know what I’m sayin’? how convenient n’ shit. that shiznit’s also when i can work out any problems i’m having at work wit my students, or think of something fun do in class (or not so fun, as da case might be), create a list of things do (finish staining my bookcase, buy cute black summer sandals, get two mo’ picture frames fo’ fargo/simon baby pictures–don’t laugh, find da lost treasure of da atocha, learn a language, take up quilting, write a book, etc, etc, etc) ‘n that shiznit goes on ‘n on from there, know what I’m sayin’?

so if yo’ ass has any pearls of wisdom, any slices of down crib cure-alls, placebos, or exotic elixirs, let me know n’ shit.

my feet are finally room temperature again ‘n i think da tylenol is kicking in so n’ shit….

goodnight stars, goodnight moon, goodnight yo’ ass n’ shit. sweet dreams, know what I’m sayin’?