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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
12:19 PM

Pimp C: Geography Teacher


In an interview with Ozone magazine, Pimp C, one-half of the legendary duo, UGK (PAT where ya at?), berates some of the biggest names in hip hop and R&B - including some of his fellow Houston-area emcees. But, one of the more interesting parts of the interview is Pimp C's geography lesson about Atlanta, the only city people not from the South seem to recognize (no shade at ATL, but non-southerners act as if every other city was lost after the war).

Pimp C on Atlanta: “Atlanta is not the South. Atlanta is not the South, gotdamn it, when you go to Atlanta what does your clock say? When you get off the plane from Los Angeles or Texas, what time do it be over there? Atlanta is East Coast time. You niggas ain’t in the South.”

So, if "East Coast" time thwarts any city or states' claim to the South, where does that leave the region? A handful of states? Does that mean such southern gems as "White Tee" are no longer southern gems? Does that mean when you rock your hips, then wave and sip, you're doing some East Coast dance now? I'm so confused.

Now, as much as I love the undergrounds kings, how high do you think Pimp C was when he said this? Mile high? Sky high? Orbiting around one of Jupiter's moons?

Better yet, what drug do you think he was high off of? Drank (cough syrup), weed, sherp (that's probably misspelled, but it's essentially weed or cigarettes dipped in embalming fluid), or did he have a handlebar (downer) and an ex-pill (upper) so his senses are all out of whack? Whatever the case, this Negro's ill.

You can listen to the full interview here, but basically let me paraphrase: "Nigga, gay, dick-in-the-booty, bitch, and a couple more niggas."

Pimp C obviously did a lot of reading while incarcerated.

After this post, I'm just going to pretend it never happened.


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