
Hold on. Let me explain. Damn.
I don't particularly listen to rap these days but I don't really discrimi-hate either. There's a lure from the novelty of learning new slang and the fascination I have with the no-bars-held bluntness of the female counterparts which I pretty much find fascinating. This particular song really captures the true essence of what relation-shits can be like when it all goes to hell. I used to think Khia's "My Neck, My Back" was out-of-control, but as of today, I've officially heard it all as far as rap is concerned, and I'm not sure how much further it can go.
This is like poetry, really. Basically it's about this chick who believes that her baby daddy is creepin' behind her back; trying to get his pipe all wet on the side but she ain't having none of that shit so she resorts to investigating this a bit further by means of literally sniffing out any evidence that may still (for some reason) be lingering on his---yeah; hence, the song title. Aw, hell naw. That ain't even right.
Riskay ft. Aviance & Real - Smell Yo Dick
Don't front like you never wanted to try this on your man.
(Street credibility: +15 points.) Chyeah.
p.s., don't go using your Freudian reasoning on me concerning my last two posts--although, I would totally get that.
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