Ma’am, what is this??
Now for the most difficult question ever.
Buff Correll or This 20Fingers Lady?
It’s tiem to get back into Trashy Thursday! It’s been far too long since we’ve taken a deep dive in to some music for the basics of the world. Let’s get started! As per usual, this one is Not Safe For Work so watch and listen accordingly.
1) N*ggaz Ain’t Shit – Mercedes
Monkey on the dick, monkey on the dick!
Listen, as the queen of No Limit for about 2 weeks, Mercedes went on to release bomb ass song after bomb ass song. I live for her. This song is so relentlessly catchy, fun to sing along to, and ridiculously vulgar. I LOVE IT.
If you’ve been paying any attention to me, I love female rap that essentially brags about how bomb she is. As a huge proponent of faux confidence, these songs speak to me on a fundamental level. This song is all about how wack these raggedy men are in comparison to her. And you can’t take her beat or her bang.
“Not your average bitch,
My shit’s on balance.
Pretty face, nice ass and talent!
Never miss a challenge.”
2) Slob On My Cat Pt. 2 – La Chat
“Get ya knees dirty boy, Eat a bish cat or somethin!”
La Chat is a goddess. We last checked in with her in the Chickenhead video, which we all know is a classic. But here she has the starring role and you simply can not take. This is a play on “Slob on My Knob” which is another iconic bop.
“Bet he went home and kissed his bish on the mouth. EWW!”
She collaborated most with Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat, but there’s something great about a lady-rapper who is just aggressive. She’s not trying to be soft despite the vulgar nature of the song. She’s demanding sex. And while true equality between the sexes is not just turnabout, it’s refreshing to hear a woman just make a song that says “I want sex. Why am I not being pleasured yet?”
3) That’s My Juvie – Magnolia Shorty
“DEM HOES BET NOT FUCK WIT MY JU-VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!”
Now I don’t know how many of you are familiar with New Orleans Bounce Music, but what’s important is that you essentially don’t stop moving your ass when you hear it. It’s perfect. You might be more familiar with Homegurl which samples it. I like both, but the original will always have a special place in my heart.
It’s dumb and repetitive. And it’s perfect.
4) One Night Stand – L’il Jon & The Eastside Boys f. Oobie
“I’m seeing me on top of you, doing things that lovers do. But I don’t belong to you, what’s a girl supposed to do?”
I’m sure that I’ve mentioned Oobie on the blog. I did! This song was a trashy hoodrat anthem before “thot” ever became hot. As I mentioned, Oobie can’t even really sing. But her sweet, thin voice singing these trashy lyrics serve as a perfect counterpoint to L’il Jon’s uhhh…”rapping.”
But while this song encourages cheating as way to “respect” their relationships, but you know no one is looking. It’s only for this ONE NIGHT y’all. We won’t do it again.
The message of this song is so trashy but I fucking love this song. It’s so dumb.
“If you know how to keep a secret, you can get it FOR SURE.
Just make sure you get enough, cuz you can’t get it NO MORE”
5) Phatty – CCB
“Now your girlfriend’s mad cuz I got what she never had!”
So we’ve gone to New Orleans and now it’s up to DC where gogo reigns supreme. Now my undergrad institution seemingly recruited 90% of its African-American population from this area which meant that every party gave us a gogo moment where we all beat our feet and broke a sweat.
It’s also repetitive and doesn’t require much of a singing voice, but it’s just so much fun. Like you may be annoyed at first, but if you have any slice of rhythm, you’re going to find yourself booty popping by the second chorus. I’ll have to do a post featuring some of my favorite go-go memories from my time in college. Best believe that this will show up.
So what are your thoughts? Did I miss some of your favorites? My playlist is always open. Have a great day, y’all!
This has nothing to do with anything but never forget.
Shakespeare once said, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Aretha Franklin once said, “A rose is still a rose…Baby Girl, you’re still a flower.”
I bring you these wise words, not only to demonstrate how overused roses and floral imagery are in literary and artistic works, but to set myself up for the story of how I love my friends, Class and Trash.
Sass here, reporting for duty.
A little over a week ago, I returned from a much needed trip to see my boys. My favorite duo, Class and Trash. Well, really I went to see Trash, but Class can’t turn down a good time, and just happened to be in the area at the same time, accompanied by my newest boo thang Dash. We spent an entire weekend laughing, laughing until we cried, eating, cackling, guffawing and just fellowshipping in a way that most people will never experience in a lifetime. At a stressful and transitional time in all of our lives, I have to admit that this was well needed and much deserved.
The weekend began when I was picked up by a car of black men, one wearing a du-rag, as if I were some kind of Instagram honey, getting flown out to be tip drilled by the squad. You don’t know me well, but I don’t do those things anymore. This was hours after my plane was originally scheduled to arrive, so I arrived under the guise of night, with plans to turn alllllllllll the way up firmly implanted in my brain. Just as an FYI, we went to Trash’s beautiful apartment where an unfortunate bottle of Fireball dared to challenge us. Don’t worry – we handled that within a number of minutes.
We went to a bar, which didn’t give two shits or a damn about my vagina, if you catch my drift. The bartender there, though, God bless him. I’m positive that he hasn’t yet met a liver that he hasn’t destroyed, with his $3 drinks that were composed of 95% alcohol with a splash of mixer. This is not an exaggeration. I have a healthy appetite for alcohol, and even I had to ask the bartender for an extra cup of the mixer so that my liver wouldn’t commit suicide on the first night. If there’s one thing that I know, it’s that a weekend with Class and Trash will have your liver praying to King Jesus to bring it home. I needed to pace myself so as to not lose on night one. No one likes that person.
I took my first praise break of the weekend during a 1:30 trip to Zaxby’s. If you’ve never been to Zaxby’s, you have 99 problems, and that is most definitely one.
On Saturday, we prospered and flourished, while sitting on the couch watching Orange is the New Black until about 5 PM. I mean, Class went for a run, because he’s the only one who is apparently serious about his position during the upcoming cuffing season. The rest of us got Chik-Fil-A. Agree or disagree with their policies, but that chicken is scrumptious. “When Jesus says ‘YES,’ nobody can say ‘NO’”
That night, two groups went out. Me and my new lifelong best friend Asian Sensation went to a club where Trey Songz was “performing,” while Class, Trash and Dash went to another bar. I’m not one to gossip, so you didn’t hear this from me, but only four people went back to Trash’s house that evening *sips tea and lowers spectacles.*
Since there were only a few of us going back to the apartment, we got CookOut and I had my second praise break of the weekend. Again, if you’ve never had CookOut, please call a friend because you’re not living right.
So remember how I said only four people returned to Trash’s casa on Saturday night? Let me tell you how said person sauntered into the house on Sunday morning just as chipper as can be. The rest of us didn’t let said person CUM into the house without us all coming for their NECK. We made sure to GET IN THAT ASS with all the jokes that a good HAND JOB could muster (okay, that one was a stretch, but I heard said person needed to stretch after their night out, too). There’s nothing to do after an amazingly fun night out besides go to brunch. And continue to drink. Excessively. For hours. It would have been rude not to. We spent the rest of the day clowning at the pool, because drunk swimming is awesome. Another friend, ATRIPP, took us out around her hood, and we had a blast at a private party, like Trash didn’t need to be at work bright and early at 8 AM.
Now let’s come back full circle, friends. Remember how I gave you those inspiring and riveting quotes about roses at the beginning? And the title is, “The Legend of Ratchetbelle?” Let’s go back there, shall we?
I live across the country from ALL of my friends. Where I live, I have friends, but it is the East Coast that knows me, loves me and allows me to be unapologetically me. When I come back to this side of the world, my friends show up, show out and get down. Which has somehow earned me a nickname…they call me Ratchetbelle. Similar to Tinkerbelle, I fly in, sprinkle you with Ratchet Dust and everyone seems to fly high and leave their manners, good sense and panties at home.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am the victim of a slander campaign. Don’t let Class, Trash, Dash, Asian Sensation or ATRIPP fool you into thinking that any of the good times mentioned this weekend are because of me. Whether you call me a rose, Sass or Ratchetbelle, I can’t take credit for the gut busting that laughter caused this weekend. These good times are because of US. A group of friends who wholeheartedly love each other, and enjoy the good things that each person bring to our lives. I could have visited these people in South Africa during Apartheid, and we probably would have made each other laugh, love and live as freely as we did.
The value of a genuine friend is something that everyone should know. I am honored to have spent my time with these people, and I truly cannot wait until all of our paths cross again. With or without my Ratchet Dust.
So to Class, Trash, Dash, Asian Sensation, ATRIPP and everyone else I saw that didn’t get a shout out because this entry is too long already: Thank you for being a friend. Traveled round the world and back again. Your heart is true; you’re a pal and a confidant. *DUN DUN DUNNNNN* And if you threw a party…invited everyone you knew….you would see the biggest gift would be from me, and the card attached would say (all together now) THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND.
I know it’s been a little while. We miss you! How was your week?
This is going to be quick but I thought that I would give you a rundown of the past week and some thoughts.
1) On The Run Tour
Flawless. No pun intended. The show was immaculately put together. It reminded me of how big a Jay-Z fan I am. And it is always a delight to see Beyonce do what she does best.
Also, Beyonce covered Ex-Factor. Which…
2) So You Think You Can Dance
This season is the pits. I’m not going to mince words here. I was nervous when I saw the cast announced and it felt even more bland that usual. And the performance show happened.
These kids are talented dancers, don’t get me wrong. But there isn’t enough diversity of styles. There’s an immaturity to their movement. They all even look alike. It feels like they can all only handle contemporary and the choreography is catering to this at the expense of the show. I’m trying my best to stick it out as this has been my summer show for years. But really, I’m not sure how much more I can handle it.
How are you feeling about the season?
Still boo-hunting? Yep. But as per usual, the time after hanging out with some of my best friends is one of complete devastation for me. I don’t know if anyone feels this way. But my life is so much better when they are around. I feel more confident. I feel more fulfilled. I feel like there’s hope for me.
That’s a lot to put on a group of people. But in a way, they are where I get a lot of my energy.
4) Hope For The Future
I’m not one to give out great inspirational advice. My life isn’t one to model yours after. However, I do want to tell everyone not to give up. (including me)
Things get hard. Life can be unforgiving. Disappointment is real. But we can’t stop. Giving up isn’t an option. Letting today’s problem take us out isn’t going to fix anything.
We’ll get there.
Alright, that’s all I have. Leave your thoughts below good friends!
Hey folks! I hope that you had a stellar weekend. I definitely did and I’m excited to keep it going a little bit despite my current desire to crawl in my bed.
With all of the great times and friendship, I’m reminded of some of the specific points I made in this post where I stated that I just don’t have much of a personality. Which is weird to say, but let me try and explain.
For the most part, I think I’m cute with a few pounds to lose, decently charismatic, and fun. Occasionally, I get off a great joke and in the right circumstances I’m completely capable of owning a room. I love to talk about television and music, especially the storytelling aspect for television and very specific takeaways from the songs that I’ve heard. I have a need to relate to people even in cases where my experience is not-related but I’ve convinced myself that this is the way to a human connection. I crave validation and shine when I hear compliments from someone objective. And lastly, I do try to humble by downplaying any perceived success on my part while showing that I’m completely capable of holding my own.
Despite that entire paragraph, I’m not sure how it all fits together. Based on my experience last night, I feel like I came across fun and exciting only to settle into a conversation and instantly feel like I wasn’t equipped to set up the end game. Even with the obvious easy marks, I felt like I was fighting to find flirty things to say. I defaulted to weak ass small talk because I truly don’t know what to say. At least not in a way that would generate real results outside of a phone number exchange.
That 0 or 100% quark is back. I’m either sounding like a candidate for a job who is trying to impress people or a slutbucket. And since I don’t want to be perceived as super thirsty (despite evidence to the contrary) or super easy, I tend to ask the same dumb questions because that’s what I practiced in the shower before I got to the cluh.
My trashy Abilene mantra of “You is hot, You is sexy, Guys wanna hit” may get me through the night but it’s not sticking. Faking it until I make it keeps leading me back to the blog to write this sort of self-involved drivel. My actual self-image isn’t improving despite me knowing objectively that there are positive things about me.
Like a small example. I know that my friends had a good time Saturday, but we didn’t do anything. We just sat around and they joked about it. I can take the joke, but since I really hate feeling like I’ve disappointed people, I spent a lot of the night upset that I didn’t create a more fun experience for them. If people act on my recommendation, I feel personally responsible for their good time. It’s my job to make sure that they are as happy as they could have been given the situation. That may be coming down too hard on myself (and it really is), but I want everyone to want to visit me and to hang out. I want people to like my ideas and the thought of doing this again. Now take this kind of pressure and apply it to situations that lack the same certainty as best friends.
I’m scared to approach guys because I don’t want to rejected. I don’t want to run up on someone only to feel fat and ugly because I’m not their type. I’m a little too awkward to use the staredown/eye contact trick to get them to come to me. And even if a guy does say something, I’m ill-equipped to keep his interest. I may be over-thinking it and projecting, but this is the real Trash. I struggle to get out of my own way.
My friend happened to be out last night and yelled at me for doubting myself. He quickly pointed out that I was the only one that a certain someone approached. I honestly just felt a friendly vibe but that could have been curving myself.
What is clear is that I still have to adjust my attitude and what I’m doing. If you don’t like the results, you can’t keep using the same tools. I now have to equip myself somehow and in a truly, genuine way. I don’t have any interests that generally click with people. I simply don’t have a lot of normal likes and dislikes. But I’m going to have to present these in a way that makes people want to engage in said activities with me. I have to stop treating interactions like interviews. I have to relax and know that what I’ve got and who I am are going to be enough for the right person.
In other news, Atlanta you have been so sexy this weekend. Like the city always has some cuties, but I feel like the city has been crawling with potential boo things.
But as far as the meat of this post, I don’t have a real plan yet but I hope that this makes even a little sense. What’s going on in your world, kind readers? Hopefully you’re feeling like a million dollars. Why don’t you leave us a nice comment?
Okay, let’s focus on Sam Smith, everyone’s new favorite singer. We here at Class & Trash are definitely fans. He’s got a lovely voice and sings the kind of songs that make you cry on Sunday nights.
Here are two of the bops.
Stay With Me
Proceeds to ugly cry. Sam’s voice is so haunting and he portrays such a sense of longing for that human connection despite looking for it in the wrong place. So freaking good.
Switches into a bop and snap. I love songs with a distinctly 80′s influence and this is no different. Come through.
But really this post about the reunion of Class & Trash. Throw in our love Sass, The Asian Sensation, and Devin who frequently comments and you will hear from soon and you have the recipe for a super shady, super hilarious, and amazing weekend. And it’s all leading up to the On The Run tour on Tuesday where you will get both of our reactions.
But we’re trying to get to brunch. So say hey! Reach out on the Twitter page. You might see up dropping it low if you’re in Atlanta.
You may remember the slayage that was my Turquoise Jeep mega-post. You didn’t read it? Don’t fret, click right here and get caught up!
But they’ve just released a new track so that you can get Fancy out of your head! Come through MoonRock!
Get into her Bar Wench Halloween Costume!
Get into her burly, yes somewhat homely eye candy!
Get into the flawless video editing and green screen effects!
Get into the frog with the moving lips!
But seriously, the thing about Turquoise Jeep is that underneath all of their hilarious antics and ridiculous imagery, there’s a solid understanding of rap and song construction. Wait, before you run away, listen to me. Almost every song they have is at least an earworm, if not incredibly catchy and listenable. The flows are on beat, the syncopation is works, and while there is some corny cleverness, it’s never annoying. It’s always purposeful.
MoonRock is a great addition and I look forward to her and Slick Mahony’s cover of Whatchu Like.