I no like go wit Kimo, he stay one high maka maka mada faka
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Request this designEh, you know dat Braddah Kaimana? Da one wit' da fancy truck and da big talk? Yeah, dass him. He stay one high maka maka mada faka, fo' real.
Every time we go hang out, he gotta show off. He gotta tell everybody how his truck stay da best, how he surf da biggest waves, how he get all da girls. Aisus, get ova' yourself, brah!
One day, we all wen' down da beach fo' one bonfire. Kaimana roll up in his truck, music blastin', actin' like he own da place. He strut around, showin' off his muscles, tryin' fo' impress all da wahine.
But guess wat? Nobody pay him no mind. We all jus' laugh behind his back, shakin' our heads. "High maka maka mada faka," we whisper, rollin' our eyes.
Den, all of a sudden, one big wave come outta nowhea. Kaimana, he neva see it comin'. Da wave slam him down, tumble him all ova' da place. When he finally crawl back on da beach, he stay all wet and sandy, his ego all bruised up.
We all start fo' laugh, but Aunty Mele, she give us da stink eye. "Eh, 'nuff already," she say. "Everybody get dea own struggles. No need fo' put somebody down when dey already down."
We shame small kine, yeah. We realize dat even high maka maka mada fakas need kokua sometimes. So we go help Kaimana up, dust him off, and let him warm up by da fire.
From dat day on, Kaimana tone down da big talk. He still proud of his truck and his skills, but he no gotta rub it in everybody's face no mo'. He learn one lesson dat day: stay humble, brah. 'Cause in da end, we all jus' tryin' fo' get by, yeah?