Tuesday, March 13, 2007

T.I. on Spring Break




When a few friends and I first heard the new T.I. album, King, we pretty much immediately thought Spring Break. Freshman year it was the Usher CD, Sophomore year it was old school stuff a la Snoop and Warren G. Since it's almost time to make the annual road trip down to GA for some ultimate...It's finally time to bust out King for its intended purpose, cruisin.

T.I., who actually hails from Atlanta, really lets his southern influences out in this record with club-ready singles and 'party' lyrics. This isn't your introspective hip-hop album that you might get from a Lupe Fiasco...this is let's cruise, let's party hip-hop. Speaking of lyrics, if anybody wants to try and translate his lead single 'What You Know' for me in the comment section, it would be much appreciated. Take a look on some lyrics website....when he says "what you know about that..." it's actually quite true, because I have no idea.

I put up three of my favorites below. The first, which you may have heard, the single 'What You Know', which should be the first thing bumping in your car on the Friday that you are done with classes. 'I'm Straight' features B.G. and Young Jeezy, and brings a chiller vibe. The bass line is addicting, and you'll find yourself reaffirming your straightness for the entire day. 'Ride Wit Me' is the third one with a catchy chorus and yet another cruisin feel. T.I. does show some versatility with a solid R&B track with guest Jamie Foxx, and a solid tune with Pharell and Common utilizing a nice piano line. Of course, this is your typical hip-hop album with a decent amount of filler, but take 6 or 7 songs off it and make yourself a killer spring break mix.







-Kyle

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Alright, here goes the translation. It’s much more amusing if you say it in a British accent:

Aye..aye..aye..aye..aye..
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Aye...
don't you know I got
key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
where I hold'n all tha work at

What do you know about that?
Don’t you know I have kilos of cocaine/heroine in groups of three
When I call a girl, she calls back
Louis Vuitton bag
Where I hold my drugs

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I know all about that

Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G's at

What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey what you know about that?
Hey I know all about that

What do you know about that?
I know all about that
Loaded .44 caliber guns concealed where I keep my money
Just got off of the private plane, going to the projects where my friends reside

See me in ya city sittin pretty kno I'm shining dawg
Ridin wid a couple latin brawds and a china doll
And you kno how we ball
Aye..
Ridin in shiny cars
Aye..
Walk in designer malls
Aye..
Buy everything we saw
You know about me dogg
Don't talk about me dogg
And if you doubt me dogg
You better out me dogg
I'm throwed off slightly bro
Don't wanna fight me bro
I'm fast as lightning bro ya better use ya Nike's bro

You see me in the city in a desirable vehicle, realize that I am displaying my wealth
Riding with two females of Latin origin and one female of Asian origin
And you know how we have a lot of money and expensive possessions
Aye
Riding in shiny cars
Aye
Walk in designer malls
Aye
Buy everything we saw
You know about me friend
Don’t talk about me friend
And if you doubt me friend
You better not speak to me friend
I’m slightly intoxicated friend
You don’t wish to fight me friend
I’m fast as lightning friend, you’d better run using your Nike athletic shoes

Know you don't like me cause
Yo bitch most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club
I be on dro I'm buzzed
Give every ho a hug
Niggaz don't show me mugs
Cause you don't know me cuz

I know you don’t like me because
Your girlfriend does like me
She sees me operating a vehicle with 20” chrome wheels
In the front of every dance club
I am under the influence of hydroponically grown marijuana
I give every female a hug
African American men don’t look at me strangely
Because you don’t know me cousin

Candy on the '64
Leather guts and fish bowl
50 on the pinky ring just to make my fist glow
Ya bitches get low
Because I get dough
So what? I'm rich ho
I still pull a-kick-do' (kick ya door down)
What you talking shit fo'?
gotta run and hit fo'?
Got you a yellin and I thought you put out a gun hit fo
But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you
See all that attitude's, unneccesary dude
Cause you never Carry Tools not even sweary qs
You got these people fooled, who see me on the tube
Whatever try the crew, they'll see you on the news

Candy-colored paint on the 1964 Impala
Leather interior and no tint on the windows
50 carats on the pinky finger ring to make my hand glitter
You ladies should lower your bodies while dancing/performing sexual acts
Because I have a lot of money
So what? I’m rich madame
I still rob you by kicking your door down
Why are you trying to provoke me?
Why do you have to rob and kill people?
I have made you yell and I thought you announced a reward in return for someone shooting me
But you are a scary gentleman
Which is believed by few people
Just relax
Or we will kill you
See, all that negative attitude is unnecessary young man
Because you never carry weapons
You have these people fooled, who see me on television
You are welcome to try our patience and they will see reports of your murder on the evening news

Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with a top-pop
I'll pop and bust a shot and tell em stop and make the block hot
Ya label got got
Cuz you are not hot
I got the top spot
And it will not stop
A video or not that will bust it to the glock stop
Drag ya out that Bentley Coupe and take it to the chop shop
Partner, we got ya'll
If it may pop off
I'll answer the question "Will I get ya block knocked off?"
And what it is bro
Look I'll kill ya, bro
I'm in your hood, if you a gangsta what you here for?
Somebody better get bro for he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it what you still talkin shit for?

Fresh off the private plane to the ghetto
Burning tires in a convertible
I will shoot a gun and tell them to stop and illuminate the city block with gunfire
Your record label was shot
Because you are not popular
I have the top spot
And it will never stop
Whether or not you have a video, it won’t do you good when we rob you using Glock pistols
We will drag you out of your Bentley Coupe and take it to the parts dealer
Friend, we got all of you
If violence starts
I will answer the question “Will I win the gun battle on your city block?”
What is going on friend
Look, I will kill you friend
I’m in your neighborhood, if you are a gangster what are you doing here?
Someone had better kill that young man before he is sent to the penitentiary
You say you want to end our dispute, so why are you still antagonizing us?


You should watch The Wire some more,

Butters