Friday Freaknik

Have you ever had a song in stuck your head, yet have no recollection of hearing it anywhere for at least a decade?  One of the big stories that pertained to rap music when I was growing up was the emergence of “Booty Bass” – aka Miami Bass - and the quintessential group behind this genre was 2 Live Crew.  I will still never forget the look on my mom’s face when she first discovered and listened to my first copy of As Nasty As They Wanna Be.  For some strange reason, she wasn’t big on the idea of her teenage son listening to timeless classics like “The Fuck Shop” and “Dick Almighty” – go figure.  While 2 Live Crew was definitely the face of booty bass, the ripple effect (no pun intended) from this surge in popularity spawned numerous other artists who gave props to the female posterior (as well as other lovely lady parts).  One of these booty bandwagon jumpers was a rapper from Chicago named Soundmaster T, and the only hit song he released is the reason I have spent the past few mornings jumping out of my bed and doing the Doo Doo Brown.  Welcome to my nightmare: