Monday, June 14, 2004
if i ain't on sprewells then i'm on 84s. my grill-- yep, it shines even when my mouth closed....
mike jones/chelcie/cyndee - gone head -- i love the sort of desperation/gasping thing he's got going on here, like the southern freeway, rapping about dropping screens in his truck and candy paint. and the beat is all fast choppy big cinematic horns snappy little drums. and with his girls on the track to do the ends of important lines and get on the chorus and just help out in general, "you don't work, you don't eat; you don't grind, you don't shine" "you said that all before!" "i'ma say it one more time: you don't work, you don't eat; you don't grind, you don't shine" "you said that all before!" "i'ma say it one more time," and the giggling after the "who?? mike jones!" bit on the intro! (i finally heard got it sowed up, too! it's okay and it is sparkly but not as good as this.)