Speak for yourself T. I remember middle school dances where this was the shit. (Ok, not really, but I'd like to have that memory).
Let's Chill and End of the Road were the big slow jams when I was in middle school. I can't remember what the "Intimate Dance Music" equivalent was, though...I Wanna Sex You Up, maybe?
Speak for yourself T. I remember middle school dances where this was the shit. (Ok, not really, but I'd like to have that memory).
Let's Chill and End of the Road were the big slow jams when I was in middle school. I can't remember what the "Intimate Dance Music" equivalent was, though...I Wanna Sex You Up, maybe?
Isn't that New Jack Swing, though? I would like to offer:
"Never trust a big butt and a smile..."
In the Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas game there's a contemporary soul station and the dj is Michael Bivens...one of the things he says between songs is
"what do you call a group of 4 guys where one becomes famous?.....NEW JACK SWING!"
I don't think I'd use the word "crunk" as a genre tag for any artists besides Li'l Jon and his affiliates, and maybe some of the younger ATL artists that he's influenced, like Crime Mob.
I could be wrong but to me crunk is a term coined by but which would apply to a lot of southern rap of the "tear the club up w/ repetative chants, 808's, synths, and loud highhats" variety. It's a kind of dance music as opposed like ridder music or block music or whatever. Seems like lots of southern cats and kitties have tracks of all these varieties on there records. You gotta have something for the club, somethin' for the whip something for the block/crib and something for the ladies if you are gonna have a commercially succesfull record in the 00's.
No I'm not they don't talk about anything positive they only talk about drugs and guns and sex and violence and stuff and that's not positive and we need more positive things in our life.
No I'm not they don't talk about anything positive they only talk about drugs and guns and sex and violence and stuff and that's not positive and we need more positive things in our life.
And I thought this thread was winding down. Six pages, here we come?
Dude I'm just saying that I don't want my kids listening to that kind of stuff even though I don't have kids but if I did have kids I wouldn't want them to listen to that kind of stuff because it's not positive.
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Btw I am listening to '93 Till Infinity right now
Btw, let's not get it twisted: Ying-Yang makes "Intimate Club" music
But is it Hip Hop?
"I Need Love" = OG intimate club.
By LL Cool J? You can't even grind to that, though!
Speak for yourself T. I remember middle school dances where this was the shit. (Ok, not really, but I'd like to have that memory).
Let's Chill and End of the Road were the big slow jams when I was in middle school. I can't remember what the "Intimate Dance Music" equivalent was, though...I Wanna Sex You Up, maybe?
"Tick tock, you don't stop..."
Oliver's about forty, forty-five, though.
Be nice to the old man--his birthday is tomorrow, I believe.
Is it Hip-Hop? Is it crunk?
Who cares!
33, suckers. (And thanks for rememberin')
Isn't that New Jack Swing, though? I would like to offer:
or maybe some
SUPERUGLY says: Too much R&B flavor!
You have me totally stumped with this one...
here's a hint. dude has thee most famous uni-brow.
This dude?
In the Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas game there's a contemporary soul station and the dj is Michael Bivens...one of the things he says between songs is
"what do you call a group of 4 guys where one becomes famous?.....NEW JACK SWING!"
And I thought this thread was winding down. Six pages, here we come?
Would that be how you ended up having kids?
we conceived our first child listening to "C'mon Babe".
[Big Kap]
Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga) $hort Dog (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
[Lil' Jon]
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin to die
Who on this track fuckin with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, "CLEAR!" then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia' Bia', I grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I +Mop & Glo'+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain - cock back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze
[Hook]
[Too $hort]
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You just a - "Bia' Bia'!"
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)