Ok, here’s the thing, this southern music, you like it, well, I like it, sometimes, well, depending, but it’s like you feel guilty enjoying it, you know? It’s not, as Chuck D might opine, sophisticated. I like this mike jones shit. Especially the single, you feel it, it’s saying something. It’s saying that, well, back then hoes didn’t want him, now he’s hot as molasses or whatever, I think he’s saying “hot as hot dogs on me?” not sure, but the jist is, he was a run of the mill chunky dude, at least in the eyes of the ladies, and now he’s king of the hill, all cuz grammamma told him to use his name and give out his cell number on record and say his name over and over and over again, and, well, you know what, it works.…
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