Yes it is Big Tymers. You don't even know...
Now if you visit this blog often, you know that old school jams are more often than not posted under the "Old School Funk for the True Funk Soldiers" headline. But sometimes old school joints are so good, so well put together, so classic to a brotha, [see Montell Jordan's This is how we do it] that all I can do is marvel at their goodness as they boldly play on and show us how's it done. This jam, presented below, is one such example.
Look, I ain't got to lie to kick it, as a child and a teenager [and hell, to a certain extent, now] I was all about commercial Hip-Hop. I got mixed Rap CD's and taped radio tracks on cassette [that stop just before the radio personality comes back in towards the end of the track] to prove it. And one circle of rappers that hit it out of the park for me everytime [singles wise] was, of course, the Cash Money Millionaires and all their affiliated cronies. "What you want boy? I need a hot guurl." "Girl you looks good, won't you BACK THAT AZZ UP!" "Everytime they come around the city, BLING-BLING! "I'm the number one stunna! WHU-WHU-WHU-WHU-WHAT?" [Look, they can't all be Nassir or Rakim]. And then, of course, there's this track, presented below. Cause sometimes you gotta just come correct with what you want, and cut the bullshit.
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