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Waka Flocka on The Combat Jack Show Ep. 1

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Combat Jack:

Hey, internet! I'm not going to mince a lot of words with you tonight. Because we're about to get hard in the paint. I want to introduce to the Combat Jack's Show and Complex T.V., Waka Flocka Flame!

Wacka Flocka:

Hey!

Combat Jack:

Turn up!

Wacka Flocka:

I can't turn it down.

Combat Jack:

What's going on with you?

Wacka Flocka:

Too much.

Combat Jack:

Too much, right?

Wacka Flocka:

Too much, right. I ate too much, I can't handle it.

Combat Jack:

You can handle it, right?

Wacka Flocka:

Can I curse?

Combat Jack:

You can definitely curse.

Wacka Flocka:

I'm doing a lot of fucking work! I'm going hard!

Combat Jack:

Did you think you were going to be an artist?

Wacka Flocka:

Hell, no!

Combat Jack:

What did you want to do? I heard you that you had some hoop dreams?

Wacka Flocka:

Yeah, when I was nice and bulky. .

Combat Jack:

How tall are you?

Wacka Flocka:

6'5.

Combat Jack:

6'5? So what happened man? You go down south and you got hoop dreams. What happens?

Wacka Flocka:

I don't know, I fell in love with the streets. I guess, I had no direction and I didn't have a man in my life. I had my mother, my mother worked, like, three jobs. Every time I see her, she was tired. See, you don't ever you see your mother smile, the only thing you see is her with puffy eyes and shit. Tired, yelling. You be like, "Damn." Then you would be playing ball, you got brothers. You know how it's different with our community? So you go outside and get love. You get love from your friends. So what y'all collectively as a group, decide to do, that's the fuck we were doing. Our parents couldn't do shit because this was our new family. This is the love, this is the pain, and this is how we go! You feel me? So that just dove to the streets. Once the streets gave me new shoes, gave me a name, walking into a party, they know me. You know what I'm saying?

Combat Jack:

Now, "Hard in the Paint" I'm going to read a lyric to you. You said "When my little brother died, I said fuck school!"

Wacka Flocka:

Yeah. That's when I went to the streets.

Combat Jack:

What happened?

Wacka Flocka:

I was in the seventh grade. My brother got killed by the next door neighbor. A drunk, Caucasian male at the time. He didn't get to jail because the cops in Georgia, they was like racist. I know it was but I don't blame no one for it. They let a drunk, D.U.I, man sign a paper and go. They just wanted to pay my mother off on a death. As a kid, I knew that, nobody knew it. I had to go to describe the body, on the floor with my mama. Like I watched my brother brains all over the floor. You know what I'm saying, a drunk man!

Combat Jack:

How old was he?

Wacka Flocka:

What? Young, ten, young. That's crazy! When I saw that, it fucked my life up. It just made me feel like everyone was going to pay. The mailman, fucking dogs, everybody. I felt like that shit possessed me. That's like I ran to the streets and said, "Fuck school, fuck basketball, all this shit don't mean nothing!"

Combat Jack:

When did feeling that pain leave you when you found music?

Wacka Flocka:

Yeah, I felt like I found music the pain, like that shit disappeared. Really, I can't even say that. I feel when I got shot, I got a shot by a nigga, I know just was scared. It was the other opposite of me, I knew I could just eat him because he was shaking and all that. When I was shot, I thought I was dead and closed my eyes. I was like "Fuck it, I'm going to give up." I sat around for a good two minutes, I opened my eyes and I'm still alive. I was like, "What the fuck?!"

Combat Jack:

This is at the car wash?

Wacka Flocka:

Yeah.

Combat Jack:

So walk us through that. You're sitting in your car, getting you car washed?

Wacka Flocka:

I was feeling myself, I know it. I was in the hood...

Combat Jack:

You was on the bubble at the time, right?

Wacka Flocka:

Yes, I had a new M-6! [Inaudible 03:59] in the backseat, who had $200, got ice everywhere, a new M-6, and $10,000 in my pocket. Scrap, my best friend, we were thugging! We were on the block, nigga's hate us!

Combat Jack:

Why did you get an M-6?

Wacka Flocka:

I feel like...

Combat Jack:

You were stunting so hard, M-6?

Wacka Flocka:

Wasn't no top! I just felt like, "Nigga, I grew up and terrorizing y'all nigga's. Fuck, y'all, and I got money to own you!" I'm too relaxed, I'm like this. Too relaxed, on the phone talking like "Yeah, what up?" Next you know, nigga opened my door, boom, in my face like this, thirty clip hanging out. Same gun we use, I was like, "Damn, this shit is in my face!" Q; Did the time slow down for you?

Wacka Flocka:

Hell, no! It was a straight move, ace up. [Inaudible 04:44] a joke, thinking it's one of my friends.'m like "Who the fuck would [inaudible 04:48] I stepped out of the car, he gave me the opportunity to get out the car.

Combat Jack:

To take your shit off, or what?

Wacka Flocka:

No, I don't know. I'm like "What?" So I turn my legs around, the nigga back up. I'm fixing to kill him, gain some stripes, this shit gangsta! I was thinking stupid; I didn't kill him though so I got out of the car. I knew one of my roley was kind of messed up, so it's hard to get off. So that was going to be the last thing I would take off. I'm going to try him right there. I took my bracelet off and told him, "Here, man, take this shit!" I gave him my chain, stalled with the chain though. I was acting scared and he was acting scared too, grabbed me like oh, I'm going to get him. So when I was going to give him my watch, he reached for my watch I reached for his gun, and I tried to swing. He dipped back and shot me. Bloom. I still had my watch, I still have my money I was just shot. He just booked off.

Combat Jack:

Shot you in the arm, right?

Wacka Flocka:

Shot right there, just went through up there, ricocheted through here and came out my back.

Combat Jack:

What's going on through your mind when you got shot?

Wacka Flocka:

Fuck, I'm dead. You know what the honest to God truth? This shit sound lame, first thing I thought about is If I die, I want everyone to know the real story. I'm not going out like a coward. I feel like it was God like, "Look, I gave you this rap. Everything you did in your life, give that shit up. This is your opportunity right now." I woke up out the hospital, like that's the ideas I had. The first time in my life, for a whole year in a half, [inaudible 06:16] until that time, I never got to just fall asleep for eight hours, I never just chilled for a whole day with nobody around me. Every day it was something new and doing something. Smoking, drinking, whatever, popping pills, whatever. Just running!

Combat Jack:

Just running. I remember that you thanked this person cause he helped you...

Wacka Flocka:

Yeah, I thank him! He made me sharper. I'm like "You don't even know what kind of guy you created", you know what I mean?

Combat Jack:

Did this guy ever caught?

Wacka Flocka:

Yeah, he went to jail. Not for that though, I'll never tell the police, "oh you know who it is." Man, I got shot by a bee. A bee shot me!" You know what I mean? He made comments to nigga's he's locked up, he's like "Man, that's Wacka, I wouldn't play. You know what I mean? Like, if I knew it was him I wouldn't of did it!

Combat Jack:

So he didn't know it was you when he ran up on you?

Wacka Flocka:

No. Hell, no.

Combat Jack:

That's crazy! Did you ever have an opportunity to speak to this cat?

Wacka Flocka:

Hell, no, I won't talk to him!

Combat Jack:

What would you say to him?

Wacka Flocka:

I don't want to talk...I don't even know who he is. I told you I got shot by a bee. They locked a bumblebee up! I don't know.


This week Waka Flocka Flame visits The Combat Jack Show. In the first episode, Waka talks about getting shot and how he gave up his hoop dreams and wound up becoming a rapper.

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