Crazy motherfucka named Ice Cube
When I was a freshman in high school, my boyfriend was the star halfback of the football team. Since he couldn’t drink during the season, and there was nothing else to do in Hometown, we’d drive around in his old, primer-colored, full-sized Chevy pickup and listen to N.W.A., rapping along to such classics as “Fuck tha Police” and “8 Ball (remixed).” I realize now it wasn’t terribly appropriate for a 13-year-old girl to say things like, “And we’ll go at it punk, and I’m a-fuck you up!” Or for two of the whitest white kids ever to sing in unison: “Homies all standin’ around just hangin’. Some dope dealin’. Some gang-bangin’.” But I still look back on that innocent time with nostalgia.
Maybe it’s because GTB has recently rediscovered an affinity for Carole King and Carly Simon, and I’ve decided I have to overcompensate by embracing misogynistic, crass, violent rap. In any case, I’ve gone back to my roots and have been listening to Straight Outta Compton pretty much nonstop. I bought it used for, like, $6 at the greatest CD store on Cap Hill a couple of weeks ago and anytime I can, I have it on my iPod or playing in the car. Not so much in front of other people, unless I’m already drunk, of course (Sorry, Jez and Biz!), because, ya know, it’s embarassing. I listen to it at the gym and pray that people around me won’t look at my iPod-holding arm-band-thing and see that I’m actually groovin’ to Dre and Ren and Easy E while I’m daintily peddling away on the elliptical trainer.
But I love it and I don’t see myself tiring of Ice Cube and the boys anytime soon. So even though a few nights ago, I couldn’t sleep because the lines
And all the bitches, you know I’m talking to you.
“We want to fuck you, Easy!”
I want to fuck you too,
because, you see, I don’t really take no shit.
So let me tell you motherfuckas who you’re fuckin’ with.
kept running through my head, I will continue to be one of the most ridiculous rappin’ white girls ever.
Word.
January 18th, 2006 at 1:38 pm
I’m actually a super ridiculous rappn’ white girl too! But that’s for no one to see but my mirror and those who happen to catch me the gym when I actually forget I’m in public…
But as funny as rappin’ white girls are (Northern State excluded), nothing is funnier than when I worked in a record store and three nuns came in to return a tape they had bought. Why you may ask? Because somehow there was an Easy-E cassette in their Frank Sinatra case.
Ahahahahahah!
Oh, that was a funny day.
Nostalgia indeed.
January 18th, 2006 at 1:48 pm
“It don’t matta….just don’t bite it.”
-Eazy-Muthafuckin’-E.
A bard and a scholar (okay, maybe not), may his little 5’5″ black ass rest in peace.
January 18th, 2006 at 2:00 pm
Fuck yeah! N.W.A!!! You need to hear Nina Gordon’s, sweet, girly, folk version of Straight Outta Compton, if you haven’t already.
January 18th, 2006 at 3:22 pm
“You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and….”
I mean, really, Girl. What’s harder or more street that using ‘gavotte’ in a lyric? Easy-E ain’t got nothin on Car-Si. She is the shiznit.
Werd booty.
January 19th, 2006 at 10:24 pm
Beee very afraid.
January 26th, 2006 at 5:00 pm
Personal Favorite
“I don’t give a fuck
’cause I keep belling(?)
Yo, What the fuck are they yellin
Gangsta, Gangsta!!!!!!!