I'm working from home today; my car is at the dealer for its semi-annual warranty visit. After taking it to my friends in the service department, I sat down to have a bowl of cereal, turned on the TV which happened to be tuned to MTV, and was absolutely floored, shocked, and amazed by the majesty, the artistry, the emotional depth of the Nelly opus entitled "Pimp Juice".
I cannot contain myself. Let me share the lyrics, so that all may feel the joy that flashes across my brain like lightning in the summer sky:
One pound for the hoe,
that's all we need baby
Just one for the hoes.. c'mon
Pimp juice - oooooooooh-ooooooooh-hoooooooo
I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it loose)
Let her loose, let her loooooose
She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real)
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin new pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for homegirl to recognize)
Yes I do, yes I doooooo-hoooo
I'm in that, seventy-four, Coupe DeVille
With the, power seats, leather, wood on my wheel
One-touch sunroof BUT leave it alone
Hoes see it can't believe it - "It's goin back on it's own"
Oooooooooooooooh, shit, that's how we do it baby
"Every day like this?" Seven dayy-ayyys
.. I tell you three-sixty-five
Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride
You actin like you never seen it befo'
Like them country boys ain't got no dough
Bitch please - GET OUT - but don't you slam that do'
DUST YOUR SHOES OFF - befo' you touch that flo'
Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha?
You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha?
You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - and I might letcha touch it
You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you rushin'?
[Chorus] w/ minor variations
Now I'm - clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh)
In anythang from Timberland to Gaines
Now listen - I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played
And uhh - I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid
That's why I - I got my fade everybody had braids
And now they - switch to fades and I'm thinkin 'bout braids
And he is thinkin' about braids. How wonderfully profound. And his '74 Coupe De Ville. How amazingly deep. And turnin' out his ladies. Oh yes, such a refined, textured thought. And checkin' his flypapaper. The subtlety! The subtlety! And bitch slappin' Darlene's lazy ass 'cause she's been playin' but they ain't been payin', know what I mean?
Keats or Shelley could not do better!!!
I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away in the character of the song for a moment there.
Anyway, all I could think after seeing the video while eating my breakfast was: "*head slap* Whoa Nelly! I could have had a Pimp Juice!"
on 2003-04-25 at 12:33 p.m.
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