For some reason, I occasionally find myself cast as the guy who understands rap lyrics. A few years ago, I explained to a middle-aged black woman what the call/response "fo' shizzle, my nizzle/fo' sheezy my neezy" meant. (Observe, comrade, this remarkable happenstance! Indeed, friend, I see it too and am impressed.) ![[info]]()
la_nausicaa had no idea what "shorty" meant, and just yesterday I deciphered some Method Man here on LJ. As a public service, I will now explain what local rapper Kreayshawn is talking about in her famous song "Gucci Gucci."
[sample]
My female companions and I are confident and sexy without depending on conspicuous consumption.
[hook]
We behave in a way superior to women who are drawn to commercial labels. They are inferior to us, and this is obvious from our demeanor and behavior.
[verse one]
We behave in a way superior to women who are drawn to commercial labels. They are inferior to us, and this is obvious from our demeanor and behavior. (x3)
I credit this to my mate and my childhood in the rough neighborhoods of Oakland, California.
Do not dare contradict me; we can be friends but I tolerate neither backstabbers nor sycophants who claim they "knew me when."
I am frequently under the influence of marijuana.
Your middle-class mien and dress is a sham; you work at an inferior fast-food restaurant.
When I am the customer, I insist you work faster to please me.
I am an unusual person, possessed with significant charisma.
I also sell prescription drugs to college students.
I can supply you with both depressants and stimulants.
Other women need to engage in fellatio on the first date to gain attention from men.
It amuses me to steal cars and drive to San Francisco.
I sell drugs there as well.
I am bisexual; I can compel heterosexual females to experiment with bisexuality due to my confidence and charisma.
[verse 2]
Commercial labels do not impress me.
I look like a pop star despite not wearing expensive labels.
I am well put together; neat and clean like a woman who married for money.
Beware! I am armed!
My friend is imprisoned. Join me in agitating for her early release.
You may not believe this, but I am wealthy and famous.
You can confirm this claim by searching for me and my exploits on the Internet.
If you threaten me, I will shoot you with a pistol.
I am famous on the Internet.
My fame clearly upsets you. You are a jealous, petty woman.
It amuses me to flaunt my superiority over you. It is a natural happenstance, rooted in both biology and sociology.
I make my own music videos; I have technical and leadership skills.
I release my music independently, and am thus able to retain more profit and control my own branding.
This makes me superior to all my rivals.
My charisma is tied to my postmodern femininity.
[outro]
Inferior women, heed my words!
My friends and I are superior to you!
We reject conspicuous consumption! We are stylish without it!
I realize my tone is catty; this amuses me.
If anyone out there needs any rap lyrics deciphered, leave a comment!
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la_nausicaa had no idea what "shorty" meant, and just yesterday I deciphered some Method Man here on LJ. As a public service, I will now explain what local rapper Kreayshawn is talking about in her famous song "Gucci Gucci."[sample]
My female companions and I are confident and sexy without depending on conspicuous consumption.
[hook]
We behave in a way superior to women who are drawn to commercial labels. They are inferior to us, and this is obvious from our demeanor and behavior.
[verse one]
We behave in a way superior to women who are drawn to commercial labels. They are inferior to us, and this is obvious from our demeanor and behavior. (x3)
I credit this to my mate and my childhood in the rough neighborhoods of Oakland, California.
Do not dare contradict me; we can be friends but I tolerate neither backstabbers nor sycophants who claim they "knew me when."
I am frequently under the influence of marijuana.
Your middle-class mien and dress is a sham; you work at an inferior fast-food restaurant.
When I am the customer, I insist you work faster to please me.
I am an unusual person, possessed with significant charisma.
I also sell prescription drugs to college students.
I can supply you with both depressants and stimulants.
Other women need to engage in fellatio on the first date to gain attention from men.
It amuses me to steal cars and drive to San Francisco.
I sell drugs there as well.
I am bisexual; I can compel heterosexual females to experiment with bisexuality due to my confidence and charisma.
[verse 2]
Commercial labels do not impress me.
I look like a pop star despite not wearing expensive labels.
I am well put together; neat and clean like a woman who married for money.
Beware! I am armed!
My friend is imprisoned. Join me in agitating for her early release.
You may not believe this, but I am wealthy and famous.
You can confirm this claim by searching for me and my exploits on the Internet.
If you threaten me, I will shoot you with a pistol.
I am famous on the Internet.
My fame clearly upsets you. You are a jealous, petty woman.
It amuses me to flaunt my superiority over you. It is a natural happenstance, rooted in both biology and sociology.
I make my own music videos; I have technical and leadership skills.
I release my music independently, and am thus able to retain more profit and control my own branding.
This makes me superior to all my rivals.
My charisma is tied to my postmodern femininity.
[outro]
Inferior women, heed my words!
My friends and I are superior to you!
We reject conspicuous consumption! We are stylish without it!
I realize my tone is catty; this amuses me.
If anyone out there needs any rap lyrics deciphered, leave a comment!