You cannot go ANYWHERE without hearing “In Da Club” coming from somewhere. It is not that bad a tune, but when you hear it everywhere you go it makes you want to gut your face with a spork.
These are the places I heard it just today:
Wal Mart electronics section from the boomboxes
Gas Station outdoor radio
2 different stop lights at 2 different times.
50% of the commercials on Mtv use the beat from it. I have Real World on when I do my homework because it makes me feel like I have a social life.
In my head I hear “Im in ta havin sex im nah inta makik lub so come gib me a hug” in non stop rotation.
How did this guy get so popular so fast? This has to be the fastest rise from pop-noob to megastar ever. One day I never heard of him and the next I get 1-6. I have seen some interviews with him as well and he seems like a dickhead too.
PLEASE SAVE ME FROM 50 CENT?
(BTW, WTF does 50 CENT mean anyway? Is it another weed reference?)
Well, compared to most rappers he can actually string more then 4 words together without saying, “KnowhutImsayin’ and his grammer suggests that he at least pretended to occasionally pay attention in English class, when he wasn’t busy Keepin’ it real :rolleyes:”
As for how he got so popular so fast, apparently he’s been a “known quantity” on the “underground and indy rap scene” for the last few years. Plus he signed to Eminem’s label, so he’s gonna get a huge push right there.
*pats Stinkpalm’s hand
There, there, a nice glass of warm buttermilk should settle you down.
Don’t fret, “In Da Club” will be replaced on the airwaves soon enough by his follow-up single, “21 Questions.” It’s not as infectious, but still quite good. And Biz Markie has got the skills as an MC, but he’s got nothing on 50 Cent’s rapping.
As for 50 Cent’s name, the story is that it’s taken from a guy who was a gangsta in the Fort Green Projects in Brooklyn. No weed reference as far as I can tell.
My sister, who is a hardcore rap fan, bought her son the 50 Cent CD. She tells me she’s now ready to see if the CD could take 5 bullets. She has resorted to hiding the CD from him.
The song I keep hearing around these parts is that dub one. The one by Sean Paul Picard or something like that. You know, with the girl (I think her name is Miss Kanana) dancing in the video like she was electrocuted. Can somebody please tell me what I’m talking about? Thanks.
Hey, I am not saying the guy is not a good rapper (actually I guess I am. He mumbles too much and without Dre’s beats the songs would probably tank) but I am sick of having that song pounded into my head everywhere I go. BLECH!
I have reached 1p,2p,5p,10p,20p,50p,£1coin,£1note (yes, we still have those in the Isle of Man) overload.
My coat gets heavier and heavier each day with small change because I am too lazy to not use a £10 note to buy something for £2.50. (And too lazy to put the coinage somewhere else)
What sucks is that even though I don’t listen to the radio or watch TV, I still cannot escape that goddamn song, seeing as how the people in my dorm apparently have no taste in music. I guess I just don’t understand it because of my basic inability to grasp two important concepts:
a) the aesthetics of most rap music. I was born after its genesis, so it’s not like I didn’t grow up with it. But I still don’t understand the appeal of REALLY REPETITIVE MUSIC (usually with the bass turned all the way up) accompanied by talking.
b) the idea of pop “hits.” Why the hell does everyone feel the need to listen to the same song at the same time? And once the novelty wears off, most of them don’t get played anymore. I suppose it’s just another indication that people are herd animals.
The other day, the DJ on the radio introduced him as “Fity Cent”! Please tell me it was just that DJ, and he isn’t really pronouncing his name that way?
Yeah, that’s the one. The irritating part is that I cannot understand a word he’s saying, yet the damned thing keeps playing in my head. BOOMdada BOOMdada monanamana
BOOMdada BOOMdada holamonana
See RT, it’s no wonder I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking.
