If my man Cleveland Williams' 35th birthday party at Boogies in Roppongi this past week was not the coolest off-the-hook, mind-blowing, no-holds-barred, woman-chasing, brain-cell-damaging event of the year so far, then I fear the party that might top it. It's a good thing parties like this only happen every now and then or we would all have much shorter life spans. It's going to take me a month to recover.

When I got a call from DJ Curtis Harmon announcing that he was back in town for Cleve's party to be held at Boogies, I knew it was going to be a good one. I've known Cleve for years, ever since he was dancing with his group in every major underground party in Tokyo. I've gone back to L.A. twice and partied with Cleve and his Westside Connection. This brother has got the juice in both cities. A dancer-turned-party/event planner, he is constantly in demand throughout L.A. and Tokyo.

It seems like all you need to do is involve Cleve in your event and you are guaranteed a mad turnout. I really don't know how he does it, but people seem to want to be around this brother. If he said he was putting on an event at the top of Mount Everest a crowd of people would show up! He just has that magic touch.

And for a guy who's not so big and macho, he attracts women like he was using a voodoo spell.

I gave up trying to figure it out after he took me from one after-hours club to the next in L.A. this past July and everywhere we went all he had to do was show his face and hard looks turned soft, fists opened up into handshakes and every door in every club opened up with red carpet, VIP treatment.

Boogies in Roppongi (formerly Frank's) was the place to be Nov. 13. DJ Ca$h and Curtis kept the gangsta music pumping all night. It got a little too good at one point and a few guests forgot their manners. DJ Curtis was spinning tracks that some local rappers couldn't resist wanting to try out their skills on. It got a little loud in front of the DJ booth when they weren't given the mike and were trying to rap loud enough to be heard on the dance floor.

Unfortunately their rapping was disturbing DJ Curtis and made it hard for him to keep his set flowing properly. They even bumped the DJ booth once or twice and caused the record to skip. This is a big taboo in this clique. Curtis asked me to just mention the basic rules for behavior in the future to avoid any bad feelings and broken teeth.

"When I'm DJing I don't pass the mike to unscheduled rappers, no matter who they are," Curtis says. "If somebody wants to perform they need to clear it with the club owner and the party's planners.

"This is my job! I been doing this for over 20 years and I know that just passing the mike to wannabe rap stars can mess up the flow of the entire party. The DJ is there to make sure the party goes right and no club owner is going to appreciate a DJ that jeopardizes the event. They can't just run up to a DJ booth in the States and get the mike, so why the hell do they think they can do it here in Tokyo?!

"Not on my set!"

He made a point. It's not a personal decision that we make, it's just common sense business. There was some grumbling about how the DJs just wanted to keep the show for themselves, but Curtis says that's not the case.

"We are working. If someone has talent and really wants to show it, they need to have a demo tape with music already prepared."

I rap myself and can understand how bad some rappers want to get the mike at times, but Curtis is right. Wannabe rappers need to get their demo track tight on tape and ready. Then go through the proper channels and clear it with the management before bugging the DJ and getting turned down. Let's show some respect, common sense and take this good advice from DJ Curtis.

I know most of you reading this missed the party, and all I can say about that is, I feel for you. The bad news is, Cleve returned to L.A. already. The good news is he will be traveling back and forth between Tokyo and L.A., producing many more hurt-yourself parties like this last one, so you actually will have a chance real soon to check it out for yourself. I'll let you know.

On my last trip to the States I picked up some killer CDs. One that I can't stop playing in my ride is the Hot Boys "Guerrilla Warfare" album, featuring B.G., Lil Wayne, Juvenile and Young Turk on their own label, Cash Money Records Inc.

Hailing from the South, the Hot Boys are attempting to challenge Master P's position as the hottest Down-South rappers. Coming up soon I'm going to take a look at Southern rap artists and try to explain how they've managed to take the limelight away from some of the big West Coast and East Coast stars.

One thing is for sure, it is their time now, and they are hot.