It’s that time of the week again. Time to link up with Pavement Runner. This is an awesome link up I always try to partake in because I get to see songs that I might not have otherwise heard of and I always end up adding at least one song to my running playlist. Make sure you head over to Pavement Runner to check out everyone else who contributed this week.
Today’s theme is: Hip Hop. I LOVE Hip Hop. Just ask my husband, this girl can throw down. It’s awesomely embarrassing (to him), just plain awesome to me.
Artist: Notorious B.I.G. featuring Puff Daddy & Mase
Title: Mo Money Mo Problems
Side Note: Best hip hop video ever. Those awesome yellow jump suits. Favorite.
Quotable: B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A. No info, for the, DEA. Federal agents mad cause I’m flagrant. Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement. My team supreme, stay clean. Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that. Cat you see at all events bent. Gats in holsters girls on shoulders. Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me. Bruise too much, I lose, too much. Step on stage the girls boo too much.
Artist: Ryan Lewis and Macklemore
Title: Thrift Shop
Side Note: I didn’t like this song at first, in fact I preferred their slower stuff. But it is definitely grown on me, and its pretty funny.
Quotable: They be like “Oh that Gucci, that’s hella tight”
I’m like “Yo, that’s fifty dollars for a t-shirt”. Limited edition, let’s do some simple addition. Fifty dollars for a t-shirt, that’s just some ignorant bitch shit. I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit. I call that getting tricked by business. That shirt’s hella dope. And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don’t. Peep game, come take a look through my telescope. Trying to get girls from a brand? Then you hella won’t.
SOMETHING TO CONSIDER
Title: 99 Problems
Side Note: I love and listen to a TON of Jay Z, but this song holds a special place in my heart, and I can pretty much rap it on demand.
Quotable: I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord. Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform. You know the type loud as a motor bike. But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight.