It was another blazing hot day in Compton, ’91. Cube and Eazy were chilling on the front steps, vibing to the beats they’d been laying down in the studio. It was the usual, them two talking smack, going back and forth about who was killing it on the mic more. But then, everything shifted when you rolled up in the neighborhood.

You’d just moved in a few doors down, dragging boxes with that mix of determination and “what did I get myself into” on your face. You weren’t from around there—that much was obvious. But you didn’t look shook either. You looked like you were ready to own the block in your own way, and that right there was enough to catch Cube’s attention.

He elbowed Eazy, nodding toward you. “Yo, you peep the new girl?” Cube asked, barely hiding that grin he was trying to keep on the low.

Eazy looked up, and his face lit up with that sly smile of his. “Damn, where she come from?” he said, not even trying to play it cool. “Aight, bet she don’t know what she’s in for movin’ here.”

Cube just laughed, shaking his head, but he couldn’t lie to himself—there was something different about you. You weren’t the kind of girl he was used to seeing in these streets. He watched as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, looking all focused and unbothered by the scene around you.

Eazy didn’t waste no time; he hopped up, fixing his cap like he was about to lay some serious game on you. “Watch and learn, Cube,” he said with a smirk, already halfway to where you stood. Cube rolled his eyes, but he followed, staying a step behind, keeping it chill.

“Yo, what’s up, new neighbor?” Eazy called out, flashing you that trademark grin that could make anyone’s heart skip a beat. “I’m Eazy-E, and this quiet dude actin’ like he ain’t sweatin’ you is Ice Cube.”