Alright, this could be the best hook on a hip hop song ever, just maybe...
These Playaz Circle dudes are pretty mediocre (dude's name is Tity Boy?), but my man Willy Northpole got some quality time in this video (1:42-1:43), good look for Arizona. Video mediocre too, but what really matters is Lil Wayne (who looks like his dreads are about to fall out? Or maybe they have and he's rocking the wig?) is singing (arguably) in his ridiculous voice and really solidifying the power of this Andre 3000 esque abstract mainstream rap revival... Weezy can't even sink his lips to the song, he's my 2010 candidate for the Very Promising Young Star Does Too Many Drugs and Dies award.
I can picture the creative process behind this, the R&B dude who hangs out with Playaz Circle is like "Yo, why spend 50,000 on Weezy when you have this platinum beat and I could just sing on it? This guy Weezy is overrated he just mumbles abstract poetry anyway..." And then they get Weezy anyway and R&B dude gets his dreams washed away forever and has to deal with his wife/kids/probation officer, coworkers walking around humming "Go and get your money little duffle bag boy..." until he reaches the edge.
Somewhere T-Pain is cursing himself for trying to get street cred on Creep Fast (since when can he rap, and faster/iller than Twista?) when he could have just made another banger and been the one singing Duffel Bag Boy... Or maybe he's just sitting somewhere counting the OVER 10 MILLION he made on ringtones alone in 2007...
Sigh, Weezy/T-Pain Collabo album? I Can't Feel My Face 2? It's good to be back in the city, where the only rap I hear is cars in Brooklyn bumping "Curtis" as loud as possible (seriously, everytime I'm at a crosswalk I can catch a brief flirting bass thump and the beginning of I-I-I I Get Money, Money I Got...). I've had enough of AirTran, from now on I make sure I know a week ahead of time and get that Jet-Blue ticket. 149? And I get HBO on demand and nice big seats? Platinum. I can see myself being too comfortable, gin and tonic, seat reclined, I'm trying to stay on the plane to finish this episode of Deadwood...
Those are my 7:30am thoughts.
Sigh, Duffel Bag Boy.
