It's two in the morning and the party's still jumping 'cause my momma ain't home!
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Is It Wicked Not To Care? - Belle and Sebastian
Topic: Gangsta Pop
Some guy once said that the most important part of an important speech is the joke you tell at the beginning to get everyone into it. This isn't important, and you can't even hear me saying this out loud, but I'm going to tell a joke anyway:

We update this blog all the time, and I'm not going to prattle on for a few paragraphs because I don't know how to shut up!!

If you didn't at least smirk, you haven't been paying attention.


You know what else people haven't been paying attention to?
Gangsta Pop. I know this because at the time of writing this -- 9:38 pm (central time) on Wednesday, April 19, 2006 -- I only have two songs in my entire and immense music collection that I can classify as true Gangsta Pop songs. There might be some songs that are just frontin' (note for those of you who are reading this like a speech: I did replace the 'g' at the end of 'fronting' with the obligatory gangsta apostrophe. Please, pronounce accordingly.) and there may be some close contenders, but the fact of the matter is that George Bush doesn't care about Gangsta Pop.

But let's talk more about those two Gangsta Pop songs wasting away in my collection, and hey, what is Gangsta Pop anyway?
My Crunktionary defines Gangsta Pop as
"White-ass pop-rock bitches singin' hard-ass songs about the ghettofab life in a humorous or cute manner."
Popular Culture defines Gangsta Pop as
"That one Dynamite Hack song that everyone has on their computer somewhere that was, like, a cover of that Easy E song? Maybe? Boys in the Hood?"

Anyway, I'm not here to talk about Boys in the Hood by Dynamite Hack, because I don't have enough webspace to host that mp3 at the moment and I'm too lazy to find more.

I'm here to talk about Sissy Bar, their 1996 album Statutory Grape, and their contribution to the legacy of Gangsta Pop.
Or more specifically, their cover of Snoop Dogg's Gin and Juice. You remember the last time you listened to Gin and Juice? You were rollin' down the street, and your mind was on your money and vice versa? Do you know what was missing?
Two twin twee voices to complement Snoop's life-affirming message and literary prowess!

Later on that day
My homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be

Rollin' down the street, smokin' menthols, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.

Right Click/Save As: Gin and Juice - Sissy Bar