I was reading a thing on a thing recently about HIP HOP ONE HIT WONDERS! and Camp Lo and this song came up. But the thing is, this song is so fucking summertime perfect, riding around high as fuck with the air condition running on full blast but the windows cracked so it sucks the cool right up past your eyebrows just right, that I can't even hear the hatred. It makes me hate the fact that things like VH1 or Amazon.com lists or any of this shit exists, because none of it is even close to "Luchini" in perfection, or even usefulness. Have you sat upon a picnic table in a public park with an older woman flirting with you for a beer as you try to remember how to get back to the horseshoe pits where your cousin was last seen at, and he was your ride? Were you born to people who played records that weren't jazz music, ever? Do you personally know the hopeless drug-addled shoe factories with plywood windows frustration that rules southside Virginia, where at least one of these Camp Lo dudes is allegedly from? Whatever your answers, my point was somehow supposed to show how you couldn't possibly understand how awesome this song was, even if you thought you understood, but I got lost somewhere in there, because I was trying to yell "WHAT!" in time with the song.
STEAL “Luchini”
NEXT UP: More stupid nowadays country ass rap music!
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