My 90's HipHop Station on Pandora should just be renamed the "Close calls, big mistakes, beautiful stupid boys, running the streets, can't believe I made it out unscathed, race down memory lane" soundtrack.
Naughty by Nature brings back the first boy I ever completely lost all my senses for. He was beautiful and remarkably stupid. I wore his shirt for weeks and can't hear Hip Hop Hooray without being back on my couch in that apartment with his smile.
Lost Boyz brings back the little family of boys that adopted me into their crew. We went everywhere together blasting the tiny speakers in my little car with Legal Drug Money until we wore the tape out. Those were the first days I ever felt accepted for who I was, even if all I was at the time was young & stupid.
Outkast brings back the best friend I've ever had. He used to let me drive his car up to get us food and he never let anyone drive that thing. The driver's seat was leaned so far back it was resting on the back seat, and I felt like the coolest girl in the world behind the wheel. Southernplayalisticcadillacfunkymusic was the soundtrack to that summer, and it brings his long pointless stories back every time.
Montell Jordan brings back the ride to high school graduation with my best girlfriend. This is how we do it at the top of our lungs all the way to the coliseum.
DMX brings back every Tuesday and Wednesday night at the club. It's Dark and Hell is Hot was on nonstop replay for months, and I made more mistakes than I can count while bouncing to that one.
Warren G's Regulators, Snoop's Doggystyle, Dr. Dre's Chronic, anything from 2Pac, Wu-tang, Black Sheep, Busta Rhymes, Nas, The Fugees, Cypress Hill, Eric B. & Rakim. Every song on this station has a face and a place and a memory attached. Most also have at least two mistakes tagging along. Every time the girls are gone and I can blast that station loud enough to bother the neighbors, I'm taken right back down to the strip we drove before we were smart enough to know better.
And I smile.
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