Got a Benz that I ain’t even drove yet.

We call that a floppy disc.

19, opened the trunk and sold 2-ways.

“AHHHHDAAHAAADA!” That’s how the fuck you sound.

Damn look, there goes a black girl lost.

They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace.

I buck like ‘Shot, cuz I know I got cha opin*.

* – Props to Splash, who found a song for me that I’d been searching for for years.

How could something so bad be so damn good?

Back in the day I told L she was shady, now she’s in Cali about to have Ed’s baby.

As much as I love A Tribe Called Quest’s Interpretation, lately I’ve been bumping the hell out of Jeremih’s take instead.

I have to throw a YouTube of the song, as giving away free Stevie Wonder songs have drawn the ire of the alphabet boys.

I’ve been under the weather and taking caring of last minute preparations for the second coming of The Dopehouse at SXSW, so the MSMS has been on a mini-hiatus of sorts this week. However, since it’s Friday (where I spotlight music from artists I grew up listening to) I had to present one of my favorite Stevie Wonder songs ever. This is a vintage party jam, but when that jazz flute (peace to Ron Burgundy) courtesy of Bobbi Humphrey kicks in towards the end? Takes it to another level of greatness.

Word to Thugnificent.