Too much insanity to choose from, but some choice recent finds:
-Lionel Ritchie and the Commodores getting smooooooooth on the vocals, yearstin' for a Schlitz.
"When you're out of Schlitz, you're out of beer." Should we take Lionel literally?
-Redd Foxx being Redd Foxx with some Colt 45.
-Ted Danson, also for Colt 45. "There isn't any! hahahahahhaha" so good.
-a genuine ill jam from Tupac and Snoop for Special Brew (for a chosen few) dig bizness Snoop mirrored by thugged-out Snoop. The fine line that a true G walks.
-and because no mention of Tupac can be made without one of Biggie, here he is, extending the beast coast/best coast beef by rapping over the "N.Y., N.Y." Dogg Pound beat for the Crooked Letter.
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You pretty much said what i could not effectively communicate. +1
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love you anonymous.
remember hitting up st. ides before heading to the house of pain for pay per views?
even back then we knew drinking that swill was toxic.
oh well,just like sizzler, better to have learned the lesson late than never. or is it?
sometimes i wish i could track down some of the classic 40s for a nostalgic drunk night. Country Club, Crazy Horse, Hurricane, King Cobra, and Silver Lightning, that shit was trife, only sold at that bodega way far from cannatar's place back towards rego park but worth the trek cuz they didn't card.
Howard?
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