I have to admit I wasn't able to make it through the entire song. Rihanna's voice is like a room full of screaming new born babies. She pretty hot though. . .
I submit the question, where would Rihanna be today if there was no such thing as auto-tune? Perhaps the same place as Drake and I'm sure neither would wish to think about that. But you know, auto-tune can't fix nasal.
This is the biggest pile of crap I've heard since this morning when I posted Jersey Shore's Angelina Rap.
The commentary for this entry could simply be copied and pasted from Angelina's. It all comes down to the epic flaw saying, "just because you can do something doesn't mean you should." And I would like to add, "and if you with to continue, don't be shocked when people make fun of you."
I don't think this can be considered rap. With rap the vocalist at least has an attempt at keeping with tempo. This is more ranting to a hip-hop beat. How is this any different from their actual show? Less tanning and "smooching"?
I can't see how she ever thought for a second there's anything good about this! She must have the worst friends ever! Hell, I'm not an MC and I can spit lyrics better than this crap! After all, I too have GarageBand. Nonetheless -and this is her fatal flaw- just because you can do something doesn't mean you should.
We "diss" because you suck and something tells me you like the heat; otherwise you would have got out of the kitchen long ago.
Yet another child performer. Not just any child performer but Will Smith's daughter. She is only nine so she has plenty of time to find her own thing but as for now she's nothing more than a tween Rihanna. If she wants any longevity in her musical career she better find her feel soon otherwise she'll be stuck doing television.
My wife insists she's better than Rihanna and I have to agree: Willow is only nine, what's Rihanna's excuse?
My wife recently put on a fashion show/pageant at our local university. She did a wonderful job directing it and the models all look beautiful. Some of the music selected, however, was - there's no other way to say it - fully intended to the ranks of this website.
This was one of the pieces used for the college pride/sports wear section. This song gets on one of my biggest pet peeves: redundancy. The horrible thing about this redundancy is there's no rhythm or at least no melody in there anywhere. Just a simplistic drum and bass beat with lackluster rapping. Come on, if you're going to have a guy who sounds like mc chris, at least give him half of the talent! No seriously, you're from Inglewood! You're going to let some Mid-Western white boy show you up? Get you S*&t together, man!
I don't care how many dumb-asses try this formula, THIS A SONG DOESN'T MAKE! And worse of all, I still have no idea what "The Dougie" consists of!