Tuesday, June 05, 2007

soul to squeeze

If there was any justice in this world, the south would have had its renaissance as much on the strength of its different flavor of lyrical as it did on its club appeal and exoticism. The "International Players' Anthem" video might could have set that in action four years ago. This is a depiction of what could have been a royal court: Three 6 as the jesters, Andre and Big Boi as the philosophers, and Pimp and Bun in some weird, not at all homo-erotic co-kingship. David Banner advises as needed.

Cynical notes about the contrast between marriage and a whole bunch of pimps duly noted, possible blatant attempt at smoothing over the issue for my target audience also acknowledged. But while prostitution is an exploitative and abusive trade, I'll take a track about pimpin (literally, not figuratively) over some softbatch "we aint gotta get married" love jam any day. And I even like "You Make Me Better".

How many nights started with drunken grinding at a frat party to "P.I.M.P." and ended four years later with a house in the burbs and small diamond earrings for the missus? Just sayin.

Also: rotund light-skinned dudes in fur coats will always look like Sir Mix-A-Lot. Sorry Chad.

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