This song is so heinous, it deserves to be analyzed verse by verse:
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by youself.
Thanks T-Pain, I needed the reassurance that I can do it all by "meself". I wonder if anyone actually finds that motivational? I mean, when some guy with dreadlocks and a grill tells me that I can "do it all by meself", I feel like I should run as far as I can.
Baby girl, whats ya name?
Let me talk to ya, let me buy you a drank. I'm T-Pain, you know me. Konvict music, never booey?
I'm in the club, close at 3
What's the chances of you rollin With me back to the crib?
Show you how I live.
Let's get drunk, and forget what we did
Here, T-Pain shows us that he is a master of the pickup line. I've always found that offering a girl the past tense of a verb always comes in handy in getting her "back to the crib". He also lets us know who he is (even though we already know him, right?)Then he proves that he has excellent morals (and is able to tell time), by suggesting that they "get drunk" and "forget what [they] did". Brilliant, T-Pain. Never, booey.
I'mma buy you a drank, I'mma take you home with me. I got money in the bank, [ Shawty , what chu thank bout that? Got me in the grey Cadillac]
We in the bed like...
ooh oh oooh woah, wooah
ooh oh oooh, we in the bed like
ooh oh ooooh woah, wooah, woah
ooh oh oooh
My favorite part here is all the "oooh"s, but those are hard to analzyse. Other than that, he basically suggests that she better come back in his grey Cadillac (who the hell has a grey Cadillac?), because
a.) He bought her a drank
and
b.) He got money in the bank.
Whachoothinkaboutthat?
Talk to me, I'll talk back
Let's talk money, i talk that
One juice bombs, all cliches
Shorty got class, Oh, behave
Let's get gone, walk it out [now walk it out]
just like that that's what i'm talkin bout
we gon have fun, you gon see
on that patron, you should git like me
Here, T-Pain explains that he's a good listener, or at least a good conversationalist. So long as its about money and "juicy bombs". From then on, this verse makes no sense whatsoever.
I'mma buy you a drink, I'mma take you home with me. I got money in the bank, [Shawty , what chu thank bout that? got me in the grey Cadillac]
We in the bed like...
ooh oh oooh woah, wooah
ooh oh oooh, we in the bed like
ooh oh ooooh woah, wooah, woah
ooh oh oooh
Now, we're pretty sure by the end of the song that T-Pain must be good in bed, because of all those ooohs and whoas, but we don't really want to think about that.
Finally, I can get to the point of this blog: WHY O WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE THIS SONG?!?!?
Is it the (nonexistant) awesome hooks?
The (missing) great beat?
The (definitely there) pitch-corrected vocals?
Or maybe people just like being called "shawty".
In any case, this song is an abomination, which is why the blob loves it. It's entirely surface value. If anyone actually paid attention to the lyrics, the might understand the complete idiocy hidden within T-Pain's not-so-subtle metaphors. Then maybe they'd shut off their radios and learn to love a little peace and quiet. . .
Actually, the more I think about it, it must be the "shawty" thing. I mean, who doesn't love that?
PS
For a great video on this song, check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTK0kFXJjd0
then worship at the idol of Chris.
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Ode to Shorty
Oh Shawty, how you make me “go”.
So crazy—I’ve been spendin’ dough to see the show that stars your birthday cakes.
This sexual, flexible, professional vibe you make me feel when you’re working the pole is worth a million dollars, but it’s okay because I gots my bank roll.
I remember, when I first saw you, you were wearing your apple-bottom jeans and your boots with the fur. I could tell you were a sexy woman and I wanted to give your big booty a smack, even though I generally prefer my women in no clothes. Because I’m into that.
Even so—not entirely exposed—you were makin’ it rain, makin’ it snow—metaphorically.
Seeing as my jeans were full of gwap, I knew that I just had to take you home in my Cadillac so I could make you moan.
Oh Shawty, I ain’t playin’. I’ll give you more cash. It ain’t a problem. One stack, two stacks, three stacks. Baby girl, that’s three grand! That what makes me the man! Now let me get you hot like a toaster and put your legs on my shoulder. Baby girl, I just want to see you hit the flo’ and get low low…. low… low… low… low… low… low… low… low… low… low… low… low.
…It didn’t work. Even with my sexy grown Patrone in a rubber she had gotten me like a soldja; I knew it was ova’. I couldn’t controlla’.
Ergo I had to folda’ like I would fold a poster of pornography.
Overall, I guess she was worth the money. She ended up taking my three stacks. Remember? That means three grand. But it’s all worth it for the sweet memory of her tattoo above her crack.
Plus she could dance really well.
And she was almost as fly as my gun.
Shawty, I’d just like to say—thanks for wearing the straps and hitting the flo’.
Gabe- I never showed you this. It's the same thing. Where even if you try to make it deep, there's nothing there.
this is genius.
Gabe- Ode To Shorty was my Reading the Media creative piece, like you supposedly incredibly foul internet narrative. It's better when I read it out loud, trying to be as sophisticatedly poetic and love-struck as I can, but you can just imagine for now...
It's trying to show how the media really is the message/metaphor because the media of bad rap/hip hip music along with skanky music videos is about as much to the song as the actual song is.
This is so annoying- I don't know if I should e-mail you or just write on your wall.. THERE ARE TOO MANY OPTIONS!! DAMN YOU, deZENGOTITA!!!
OH GOD GABE YOU DON'T JUST UNDERSTAND THIS SONG IS SO PROFOUND AND DEEP.
(And by that I mean, yes you're right, and you have full right to be pissed that this song gets the attention it does.)
this is awesome... thanks for that... someone finally put it in words
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