This may come as a surprise to some of you, but I don't follow the advice of Too $hort; not only do I hate the player, I hate the game, and I revel in those who also hate both the players and the games.
It's a mad world you know, yo, with them bitches and hos getting all up in my business, but I'm keeping it real with my bling bling. Word.
That's one of the reasons why I adore this Nina Simone song. Of course, the title helps too. I'm thinking about making a t-shirt of it.
Funkier than a Mosquito's Tweeter.mp3
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(edit: Yes, I know that this post is...lacking, but you get a Nina Simone mp3 so hopefully that makes up for it.)
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.