My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back Now Google that groupies follow me like Twitter I’m rolling up my catnip and shitting in your litter Why you looking bitter? I be looking better The type of bitch that make you wish that you ain’t never met her The editor, director plus I’m my own boss So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss Which means nobody getting over me I got the swag and it’s pumping out my ovaries
Oh, all you basic ass hoes out there Man I got rooms full of bad bitches They don’t need Gucci, they don’t need Louis We swagging, ehh, meow
lyrics are ridic but I fucking love it. Sometimes… ignorance is catchy. lol
Sunshine, sunshine, it’s fine I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind, Sometimes you gotta give in to win, I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine
If I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar Bust it out whenever someone’s actin hard Settle down, barbeque in the backyard The kids get treats and old folks get classic cars Every day that gets to pass is a success Every woman looks better in a sun dress The sunshine’s an excuse to shoot hoops, get juice Show improve their moves and let loose I hear voices, I see smiles to match em Good times and you can feel it in the fashion Even though the heat cooks up the action The streets still got butterflies Enough kids to catch ‘em Ridin my bike around these lakes man Feelin like I finally figured out my escape plan Take it all and the day started off all wrong Somehow now that hangover is all gone Ain’t nothing like the sound of the leaves When the breeze penetrates these southside trees Leanin’ up against one, watchin the vibe Forgettin’ all about the stress, thanking God I’m alive It’s so simple, I had to keep the song simple When I get home I’m gonna open all the windows Feelin all right, stopped at a stop sign A car pulled up, bumpin Fresh Prince’s Summertime
This weekend I’ll be dancing, toes in sand, to Michael Franti and many other wonderful artists for Hangout Music Festival in Gulf Shores, Alabama. I’m SO stoked. Our three car caravan is heading out early tomorrow morning. It’s going to be one hell of an adventure…. beach, jams, our beach house one mile from the festival (some kind of debauchery ahead). I’m looking forward to The Black Keys, Foo Fighters, STS9, Minus the Bear, Cee-Lo Green, Pretty Lights, Flaming Lips, Bassnectar, Big Gigantic, Portugal. The Man, Girl Talk, Galactic, and Paul Simon. It’s a pretty hefty list. The fest will be streamed live by Spin.com so you can vicariously experience it if you weren’t lucky enough to make it out for the weekend.
Chris Brown - Look At Me Now (Feat. Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne) (Produced by Afrojack & Diplo)
So VERY rarely I’ll post a radio song, but of course only if it’s catchy… which the combination of drip sounds and three wordy mainstream rappers achieves. Not surprisingly, it’s a Diplo and Afrojack production. No wonder it’s bloggable. Of the three solos, Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne are my favorite, but don’t even try to understand what the hell Busta is even saying. Regardless, what his words lack in understandability they make up for in their synergistic effect of fast syllables. Chris Brown doesn’t stand out too much.
Chip Tha Ripper - (Bitch I) Feel Good (Gold Panda Unofficial Hancock Version)
This made me get all warm inside, literally, like I danced without moving. I usually don’t like hiphopish rap stuff. Unless it’s Kid Cudi, sometimes Lil Wayne, or that catchy stuff like allll right you know what it is blackandyellowblackandyellow song (strangely). It’s that PUSSYSLAPAHOEIMSOGANGSTA unpleasant sounding shit that I don’t like. Like common’ if you’re going to be cliche talking about degrading women, using drugs, and being vain as hell at least be catchy about it… like this song. Sometimes indie artists mesh in hiphop and it just works.
I love Derwin Panda and now because of him I have an appriaction for Jack tha Ripper. The lyrics are catchy with all the same ending syllables and the way Jack extends and pauses for different lengths.
Don’t I look stupendous? My shine is so endless, Ain’t shit you can do to end this…