Yo Girl, Peep This Trailer, For Real
04.02.10UPDATE: Now with video. Don’t worry, my gynecologist says, “these things happen sometimes”.
I was going to write a promo for this new Step Up 3-D trailer, but I have an OBGYN appointment in my garage, so I’m going to let my good buddy Channing Tatum handle this one.
Yo girl, like once in our lifetime we gets to see a movie and sh-t, right? That like blows our mind, or something. And like, this movie is so tight, that you’re like, Aw yeah, I wanna get down and grind on that sh-t, yo. But then you watch it and you’re all like, Yo bitch, I wants more of that, it’s like a fine white girl’s poo-nanny, naw’mean? So then the studio is all like, Look mutha f-ckas, I be orderin another Step Up film and all the bitches’ panties drops, right? But naw, ain’t no C-Tate in Step Deuce because they ain’t come correct with the Ben Franks, respek son, what? Even without C-Tate, the chickenz is all like, Yo the moves is still tight, so I’mma want more because that dance life is legit, playboy. So this John Chu builds Step Trip like its got mad hydro and spoilers like them Asians do work, represent. And now all the bizznatches like, Oh snap, 3-D for real? Drink a 40 and pour some for 2-D because sh-t just got reals.
Holla at ya boy, MTV News:
Director Jon Chu, who also helmed 2008′s “Step Up 2: The Streets,” said that this flick is really going to capture the audience’s attention. “It’s not the blue and red anymore. It’s a different 3-D, totally new style,” he said about the new glasses. “You gotta get the new ones. They look like shades.”
Yo girl, them glasses better be Dolce and Gabbana, cuz C-Tate wears his bling at night. Can’t let the bitches see yo eyes, player. Keep ‘em guessing like, Yo when I gonna get a piece of C-Tate’s gear up in my lady grill, hurt for real. Step Up 3-D drops on August 6, girl. But I’ll drop my 6-9 tonight, beeyotch.
Yo girl, Burnsy and Cho-Cho done with this game for the week, proper. You wanna weekend preview? Bust out yo Boost Mobile and call that Moviefone sh-t, for real, pray for Biggie, pray for ‘Pac. We out, son.
- Burnsy

