"Ghost-ride the whip / Now . . . Scrape / Put your stunna shades on / Now . . . Gas, brake, dip, dip" - E-40Since I decided to get hyphy this morning and ghostride my whip on the way to work this morning, I thought I'd drop some HYPHY on you guys this morning.
Back when the video below came out I blew it off like any other hyphy-related song I'd ever heard. But my friend Brandi loved this song and I can specifically recall at least three times when this came on and I was at her house and this video came on and she just broke out dancing. Not in a wild, overly-hyphy way, but in a sexy, fun, "d@mn I wanna seee that again" way. Since then, the song has grown on me because I think of her when I hear it. So without any further adieu or me showing how pathetically single I am right now, here's the video:
E-40 and Keek Da Sneak - Tell Me When to Go (ie - Hyphy 101)
(For the hyphy 101 instructional manual, skip to about 2:25)
The beat to this song is so-so addictive, but I could do without Keak Da Sneak (or whatever his name is) rapping. Naturally, this "movement" has spawned hyphy-spinoff's like Jagged Edge's "Stunna's". And of course, there's always the #1 Stunna (wah-w-w-w-waahhh!), which is completely un-related other than the name.
For a more formal look at what HYPHY is all about, check out this Washington Post article.
As if kissing isn't enough...
Lil Wayne and Baby serenade each other about their "leather being soft" (You're with me, leather).
"If you don't hop down off that buttersoft [leather] shyt wit ya shoes/Imma step on the gas/" - Jay-Z
Despite my sarcasm, this is the hardest (no Tony Homo) video out right now. It's quite random (much like this blogpost), but that's what makes it dope, I think.
Happy Feelings in the AIIIIIIRRRRRRRRR
Today I realized that there is most definitely a limit to my outward expression of happiness. And here it is below:
These guys are obviously elated about their junk being in each other's faces (as opposed to a box) or perhaps winning some sort of
Friends, family, and loved ones, you can rest assured that I will never at any point in my entire lifetime be happy enough to express it in that manner. And I am definitely using the word NEVER!
"What's under the Oops? A white girl..."
My XMas gift for the ladies...
Photo Courtesy of Deadspin.com
More quotables:
"Gilbert Arenas thinks this is not a 'quality shot'"
"This will get him that street cred he's been looking for."
Last night I had the luxury of staying home, relaxing, and watching television all night. I was a little upset that the Nuggets game wasn't going to be on TV because I think that I (along with every other basketball fan in the country) wanted to see AI's Denver debut LIVE and not just the highlights on Sportscenter. But I digress.
Last night, Gilbo (a name my friend Brandi came up with for Gilbert...I call him that or G-Renas) poured in 54 points with two of the NBA's best defenders guarding him the entire night. Shawn Marion and Raja Bell were draped over Gilbo for just about every possession the entire night and this guy still managed to pour in 54 points hitting jumper-after-jumper and making drive-after-drive to the hoop. At one crucial point in the game he went to the hole, got fouled, and laid a soft basket in high off the glass (like were 
It's just a joke (I think), but AI's headed to Denver to play with Carmelo. Right now these guys are not only the #1 and #2 scorers in the league, they are also running neck-and-neck for the title of most street credible. 
And yep, I most likely would have taken one helluva an azz-whooping, I can't front. But, I would have gained some respect too! T.O. got fined and everything but I really think he should have gotten suspended for this. But I guess the NFL is getting back at him by 
Let me get this straight. You allegedly get raped, and less than a month later you're having sex again? What in the hell? You're getting pulverized in the media (no pun intended), you're allegedly going through mental anguish as a result of the rape, yet you find the time to spread your legs again and get pregnant? I would think that you wouldn't want to be near a dwyck for no less than the time it takes to get sized for your 
New York City's Police Department sure is on a roll. At the rate law enforcement in NYC is catching body's I should invest in bodybags and be thankful that the volunteer firefighters don't carry guns (and the meter maids too). But now that I think about it, since the population of NY is so dense, their per capita rate of police shooting people is probably about the same as most other major cities. 
Because I have a slight addiction to 
My idea is to take all violent or potentially violent youth in urban America to Starbucks for a cup of coffee/espresso/whatever. The reason for this you ask? Because thugs don't drink Starbucks! My theory is that if you take an at-risk kid to Starbucks and start his/her addiction early, that they'll realize that by regularly going to Starbucks and partaking in crack-infused coffee, they could never be a thug or a gangsta. Simply because, Starbucks is not gangsta! 
Because the addiction to Starbucks is so strong (did I mention the coffee is crack-infused), once you treat a "gangsta/thug in training" to a hot cup of Joe, he/she will have no choice but to go back again and again and again. As a result, they'll eventually realize that by drinking Starbucks coffee they've already lost all street credibility they could have ever had. And perhaps they'll even pick up a newspaper or magazine one day while in Starbucks and realize that there is a world that exists outside of their own where people are educated, happy, and don't have to rob, cheat, steal, or lie to get by. Okay, maybe they shouldn't pick up a newspaper, but you get my point. At that moment when they see that the world is bigger than they're neighborhood and what goes on, on the block...You will have one at-risk youth saved. That friends, is my idea and my hope. Do you think this could work?
This Friday marks the date my employer has decided to have our annual Christmas party. This is not an extravaganza, festival, jump-off, crankin'-a$$ joint, none of that. It's a typical office Christmas party. 
This is an extension of #2. Because we publish books, a lot of the employees here like to talk about books we sell and the publishing industry in general at these "parties" we have. Imagine walking up to someone with your Sam Adams in-hand, wanting to talk about the Lakers vs. Heat game on Christmas and how Kobe's a straight punk but you gotta respect his game on the court and how D-Wade ain't never have no affair with Hoopz....Then they kick-off the conversation by talking about the American Library Association conference they went to a couple months back. The NBA does promote reading and all that, but come on!!! 
In an effort to beat out 
To put this statement in perspective, keep in mind that all these comments were made at an international conference questioning the Holocaust. 
After reading an article last night in Entertainment Weekly about Will Smith's new movie, "
In my eyes, this guy lives an almost perfect life. No one's life is perfect but I can't imagine how much fun it would be to wake up as Will Smith everyday with Jada Pinkett laying beside me. When your wife is 
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First this:
Not only is he starring in the film, but also directing it. Wow! Don Cheadle has been one of my favorite actors since I saw 
Thursday (last) night I was at a lounge/bar to catch the Ravens game (they got wrecked by the way...Go SKINS) and after the game was over it turned into what Baltimorians would probably call a party. I'd call it, "A Baltimore Azz Party". 
But while I applaud your successes as one Black man speaking to another, I must say that I have a great fear for you as well. Fear that the accolades and expectations being thrown your way are a bit sensationalized and premature, respectively. You're the 5th African-American in Senate history; you've been applauded for your humility, intelligence, and sincerity; you've helped kids get more Pell Grant money to attend college; you've given a riveting speech at the 2004 Democratic National Convention; and you've done so much more, already. But the Presidency? This soon? Are you really ready? Is America ready? 
Which one would you keep? I was posed this question today by a co-worker that I often go back-and-forth about the content of rap music with. He says that rappers are more concerned with themselves and their possessions than they are with contributing to the genre as a whole. I can only argue with him in that regard when it comes to certain artists who don't fall into that category (Lupe, Common, Talib, etc.). Otherwise, I believe that he's right. But he doesn't listen to the music at all because of his feelings, whereas, I will still listen. 
Anyway, he posed that question to me and I had to think about it seriously because if you confine it to hip-hop it's probably not as tough a decision as you would think. But if you take your entire collection of music into consideration (meaning all genres of music, including rap), then it becomes a MUCH tougher question. 
