Only in America
Where you could file a $65 million lawsuit over a pair of missing pants. Goddamn!
Where you could file a $65 million lawsuit over a pair of missing pants. Goddamn!
If you like Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video, you’ll love the Indian version.
A three-part series, takes a closer look at one of the most popular music genres in the world. In the aftermath of the Don Imus controversy, the public’s focus has shifted to offensive lyrics in hip-hop and its impact. On Tell Me More, listen to conversations with industry insiders and some of the largest consumers — to ask the question, is it time for the music to change? -NPR
MC Lyte’s take on hip-hop
Music Video Models’ point of views
Christa Bell’s slam poetry performance
I’ve been following Eng’s racial issues ever since he wrote a column in AsianWeek entitled “Why I Hate Blacks.” After reading “Sharing in the Gory” and listening to his remark on the VT massacre, I think this motherfucker needs some serious counseling.
Even with the recent controversy on hip-hop language, I doubt that the word ho will be banned from rap music, but just incase it does, let’s enjoy Ludacris’ “Ho” before the word gets dropped for good. Although the lyrical content is impossible to defend (and I am not trying to defend it), the wordplay is so damn hilarious:
Can’t turn a ho into a housewife
Hoes don’t act right
It’s hoes on a mission, and it’s hoes on a crackpipe
Hey ho how ya doin’, where ya been?
Prolly doin’ ho stuff cuz there you ho again
It’s a ho wide world that we livin’ in.
At I-Dressup, you could drag and drop dresses onto a model who wears nothing but bra and panties. It’s pretty neat. Check out the Gucci spring 2007 collection.
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Gucci
-Biggie
“Spottieottiedopaliscious” is the title of a funky tune from Outkast. Damn damn damn, I can’t get that trumpet hook off my head.
Yes, when I first met my Spottieottiedopaliscious Angel
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion
horse with skates on, you know…
smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair.
Ella and Louis Jordan made even a violent tune, “Stone Cold Dead in de Market,” sounded entertaining with their playful Jamaican accent.
Last night I went out drinking,
When I came home I gave her a beating.
So she cotched up de rolling pin,
And went to work on his head ’til I boshed it in.
I lied stone cold dead in de market,
Stone cold dead in de market.
I lied stone cold dead in de market,
She killed nobody but her husband.