Playlist Thursday: Hip Hop, Won’t Stop

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.

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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.


Artist: Jay-Z
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.