Rap Recall Friday

The Worst Rap Song of All Time has been bumped for yet another week, thanks to Libby and Jackie's efforts to get this one stuck in my head. This comes from the first real days of hip-hop--a time so innocent that girls could go to a party in a sports bra and skirt and Snoop Dogg looks like the Fresh Prince. Before Gin and Juice, there was the fridge o' forties and hooptymobiles. It's like this and like that and like this, and-a.

Two things of note: one, I love Dr. Dre. I love his own music, I love his collaborations, and I love the shit he does with Eminem (I also love Eminem, but he's too millennium to be featured here). Like any rapper of a certain age, he could have come down with a case of the Wyclefs, going into producer's hiding and reducing his output to toothless, addled "yeah"s on the tracks of pop stars. But no. No, Em, we did NOT forget about Dre.

Two: Snoop Dogg is one of my Celebrity Collisions. I physically ran into him at LAX at 1:00 in the morning on a trip to visit my boyfriend's parents. Dude, Snoop is tall. I had my head down and was sleepily dragging my suitcase and bumped into someone, all, "sorry," and I glanced up--and up, and up--and it was Snoop. Which I course didn't know, until five seconds after he walked off and I was like, "...wait." So, sorry, Snoop. Although, if a little white girl from Michigan can make bodily contact with you in an airport, those two massive dudes you have with you aren't exactly earning their paycheck.


crdrue said…
That song is timeless. It reminds me of my youth in the ghetto.

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