For a little bit, I thought this was gonna be that next shit. There were three songs in my life that completely blew my mind when I heard them, in the absolute worst way possible. They are:
1) Clipse – Grindin
2) Mike Jones, Paul Wall and Slim Thug – Still Tippin
3) DJ Shadow featuring Turf Talk and Keek Da Sneek – 3 Freaks
In hindsight, these are the three greatest songs of all time. My reaction of disbelief at just how awful “O Let’s Do It” is led me to believe that it would be number four, but alas, it isn’t the case. I was really pulling for the song too – I even spent $1.29 on it on everyone’s favorite online music retailer.
The beat is a banger, simple but enjoyably off-kilter and incredibly catchy after repeated listens. The problem is Waka. Obviously he’s awful, that’s not the point. He’s completely humorless and devoid of personality. I admire the fact that he can kill me and/or deal me drugs, but unfortunately that doesn’t make for great music.
Ice Cube rapped with purpose and conviction. 50 was a caricature of himself, and turned himself from a hard-nosed gangster to a lovable barking puppy. Gucci’s told me numerous times that he’ll cut my fingers off, but he’s still a goofball who loves white girls and the color yellow. Pill is ruthless and kind of terrifying, probably because of his self-awareness.
Waka is also cold-blooded, but unfortunately two-dimensional. I know that you’re fucking crazy, but then what?
Still, there’s something sublime about riding around northwest Yonkers in the dog days of March, staring down senior citizens with this on. 5/10, because I’m feeling nice today. No motherfuckers, I’m making you cop this one on Itunes (or hunting down one of the 36 mixtapes it’s on).
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