I can make it good, I can make it hood, I can make you come, I can make you go! I can make it high, I can make it fly, make you touch the sky, hey maybe so!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Old school funk for the true funk soldiers!
So I'm sitting here listening to Ne-Yo's Because of You and reading about Inga Marchand's crazy ass [again, what is up with some of these black artists who had a little time in the spotlight in the mid to late 90's these days?], and Ne-Yo's disc is nearing the end. Track 11, Say It, is playing. "Damn, this reminds me of something." Can't put my finger on it. Oh wait, I got it. It reminds me of this:
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