Whenever it comes to music, I am such a perfectionist at picking the right song. This blog was no different, it has taken me forever to decide which songs I wanted to blog about. I thought about "Fat Bottomed Girls" by Queen, "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child, or "What it Feels like for a Girl" by Madonna, and I went through virtually all of the songs in my iTunes to see if any of them were worthy of this assignment. In the end, I struggled with how I defined a song as positive or negative. For example, if I chose Baby Got Back, would it be positive or negative? However, I stopped overanalyzing that aspect, deciding that it was completely up to me if the song was positive or negative. SO, that being said, I chose the song "Brick House" by the Commodores as a positive song about women, and "Nasty Girl" by Ludacris as a negative song about women. Here are the lyrics of each song:
Commodores- Brick House
Chorus:
She's a brick house
Shes mighty mighty just lettin' it all hang out!
She's a brick house
The lady's stacked and that's a fact,
ain't holding nothing back.
She's a brick house
We're together everybody knows,
an this is how the story goes.
She knows she got everything
a woman needs to get a man, yeah, yeah.
How can she lose,with those things she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand!
Chorus
She the one, the only one built like an amazon!
her moves The clothes she wears, her sexy ways,
make an old man wish for younger days. Yeah,yeah.
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure 'nuff to knock a strong man to his knees!!
Cause..
Chorus
Bridge
Shake it down, shake it down now (repeat 7 times)
CHORUS
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Ludacris- Nasty Girl
A lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed...
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed
[Chorus: Ludacris]
See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
[Ludacris]
Yeah, I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet (yup)
Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet (woo!)
Shoes so sexy, body so hot
Hair lookin like she just came from the shop
Legs so smooth, clothes so tight
Style so sexy, makeup just right
Never too much, never too little
Black lace bra, Vickie Secrets in the middle
Eyes so innocent, smile so bright
Works in the mornin but she'll party all night
All for her man, all cause she bout it
All cause she crazy in love and don't doubt it
Product of her birthplace, know about the streets
Clean in the workplace, dirty in the sheets
Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread
Lady in the STREET but a freak in the bed, cause
[Chorus]
[Plies]
Okay, okay, haha
I got a college girl who go to church e'ry Sunday
Had her sneak out of choir rehearsal to put it on me
But she's so innocent, when she ridin, mami
One thing about her, she get her own money
Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin laundry
Favorite chore of mine, it's my lil' bunny
Bowl-legged and classy, such a real woman
Sex all night, go to work e'ry mornin
Text me from work and told me she was horny
Text her back and told her, "Me too mami"
When you get off work, daddy gon' punish
You my nasty girl forever I promise
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, "Come home soon!"
She plays like my house is her emergency room
Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa
Checks all my vitals like a doc's supposed ta
All white coat, all white heels
And nothin underneath so it's an all night deal
I'm her number one patient and delighted to be
And when she needs her medicine I give her vitamin D
But wait! I got a lawyer girl that's so wild
And every single night she wanna take me to trial
Said she needs some evidence, and to show her the PROOF
So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth!
Cause I'm hung like a jury (jury)
Judge Luda preside over your body and I'm never in a hurry
You may proceed, let the games begin
And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again
[Chorus]
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