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Drop It Like It's Hot

I'm battling a bit of a cold right now, and they always say you should force fluids... so I went to the liquor store after putting my son down for the night and copped a 40 of Olde English, because in these recession-plagued times, nothing beats a night of malt liquor for under $3.

As I left the spot, I saw this parked car with a chick blasting Juvenile's "Back That Azz Up". You remember this late '90s ode to thick booties, right?



Now, I'm not posting this to throw this soundtrack to Cash Money malarky just for sport; I started thinking of those Cash Money/Ruff Ryders tours from around that time, and seeing those ho's shaking their asses in packed stadiums, like so:



I love how most niggas will be drinking water during the shoes - nah, Cash Money Millionaires had full plastic cups of they favorite brews. You gotta love ignorance on a bankroll. Those Clinton years were SERIOUS for the Hip-Hop ballers, weren't they?

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