Rock on, gold dust woman...

I gotta say, my favorite song at the moment is "Gold Digga" by Kanye West. Yeah, yeah, I know, I know....it's a song that one would think I wouldn't like...but dammit, everytime it comes on, I just HAVE to sing along. The beat and the chorus just drag me in. I downloaded it my iPod and i've been playing tha damn things almost nonstop since.

Here's the lyrics, they're somewhat infectious. If you're easily offended, skip right past this part, please. Thanks.

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz
get down girl gone head get down
get down girl gone head get down
get down girl gone head get down
get down girl gone head

Cutie the bomb, Met her at a beauty salon,
With a baby louis vuitton, Under her underarm,
She said I can tell you ROC, I can tell by ya charm,
Far as girls you got a flock, I can tell by ya charm and ya arm,
But I'm lookin for the one, have you seen her,
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena, Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids,
An i gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz,
Ok get ya kids, but then they got their friends,
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in,
We all went to Den and then I had to pay,
If you fuckin with this girl then you betta be payed, You know why,
It take too much to touch her, From what I heard she got a baby by Busta,
My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher,
I dont care what none of yall say I still love her

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz,
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz,
get down girl gone head get down, get down girl gone head get down,
get down girl gone head get down, get down girl gone head

18 years, 18 years, She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years,
I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids,
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his,
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday, Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai,
She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money,
She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money,
She walkin around lookin like Michael with ya money,
Should of got that insured got GEICO for ya money money money,
If you aint no punk holla We Want Pre-nup,
WE WANT PRE-NUP!, Yeaah! It's something that you need to have,
Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half,
18 years, 18 years, And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his,

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz,
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz,
get down girl gone head get down, get down girl gone head get down,
get down girl gone head get down, get down girl gone head

Now I aint sayin you a gold digger, you got needs,
You dont want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed,
You got out to eat and he cant pay, Yall cant leave,
There's dishes in the back, He gotta roll up his sleeves,
But why yall washin watch him, He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson,
He got that ambition baby, Look in his eyes,
This week he moppin floorz next week it's the fries,
So, stick by his side, I know his dude's ballin but yea thats nice,
And they gone keep callin and tryin, But you stay right girl,
But when you get on he leave yo a** for a white girl

Get down girl gone head get down,
Get down girl gone head get down,
Get down girl gone head get down,
Get down girl gone head

POLT = listening to "Gold Digga" by Kanye West, obviously

The boy's strong as an ox...and just as smart. - Foghorn Leghorn