I may still enter him in the next race draft for his animation ambitions, but I’ll admit I might have been wrong to write T-Pain off so quickly when it comes to music.
The minute I turned this song on my slim started shifting side-to-side and I was caught back in the wave of Autotune. I pray Jay and the Illuminati don’t punish me for it.
I know I shouldn’t like this song, but I can’t resist the Troutman trap.
But it’s so corny when you think about it, right?
“Reverse Cowgirl?” Did he really include, “Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up” in the hook? Maybe it’s a tribute to black cowboys? Whatever, as a Texan I get permission to enjoy cowboy references. Anyone from Houston who went to the Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo gets a natural pass, too. The carnival next to the dome has the best turkey legs in the world.
Wait, that’s not the point of this post.
T-Pain is all sorts of ignorance and buffoonery, but dammit if he can’t come up with a catchy song with a nice beat. And really, when in the club that’s all that matters. ‘Tis why he’s rich and why I’m still trying to write my way into that tax bracket.
I might have to turn this song on and put on a show via Skype the next time “John” or “Martha” in Bangladesh call me on behalf of Sallie Mae.
For future reference, these are the sorts of songs you should send me…if we’re talking jigs, anyway. Now while I go finish twirking, I’ll be waiting for the eclipse some of ya’ll are about to throw me in the comments section.