It was released as the third single off his first studio album The Introduction of Marcus Cooper.
The song was co-written and produced by Tank and was released in May 2009.
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Sounds like music is just getting progressively worse, right? If music truly kept devolving, at some point we’d be head bobbing to someone beating trash cans while incoherently grunting. ” Some time over the past decade it became popular to blame everything from infant mortality to MLK’s assassination on men sagging their pants.
One day, when rocking linen suits, mandals and a straw hat starts sounding g-fly to you, you’ll be telling your kids that their music is crap. When you put it in that context, no generation’s music could ever be better or worse. Of course there’s the argument that rap in particular is far more violent and ignorant than it used to be. I recall rappers like Kool Moe Dee and LL Cool J locked in jihad for the duration of the ‘80s — an era which, might I add, brought us such pinnacles of ignorance as a dance that involved bending over and rhythmically rubbing your butt. That’s when — over a bowl of cereal and a newspaper — it finally dawns on you what “feel my nature rise” meant. Tell ya what, Google Jelly Roll Morton’s ol’ turn-of-the-century hoe shit ass, then talk to me about how music was more elevated way back when. “If Black men would just pull their pants up, (insert amazing community progress that has nothing to do with pants) will happen!
We peddle in many generically “truthy” statements that aren’t propped up so much by reality as by the fact that they’ve been repeated ad nauseum in somebody’s barber shop. Frankly, while the sag-induced thug waddle is pretty tragic, saggy pants as a whole never killed anyone.
The “depth” of the lyrics is irrelevant; music captures the spirit of the moment. This is the time of “innocent” lyrics that crept into your head only to make sense five years later.
And that was in 1987 — we won’t even get into surreptitious filth of the ‘70s.
There are a few stairs outside that lead up to the front door, but walking to the left after exiting through the front door would only lead into a wall.
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