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Thursday, April 17, 2008
7:54 PM


On Second Thought

 

Tyga Coconut Juice Music Video


A little while ago, I did an interview with the homie, Jason, over on his blog, and I remember mentioning one of the few new rappers I did like was this young dude from Cali named Tyga.

Yeah, I'd like to take the time out to say: Don't clown me.

For the record, I heard about him from an article in Blender, and the song that they were referring to was dope. It's no where to be found now, naturally.

I'm happy the guy has scored a major deal, but I cannot defend this song. "Coconut Juice?" The hell. The people I know that would appreciate a song like this are Mary Anne and the Skipper -- and Mary Anne is more of a weed head.

Where did he get that from? Is that some beach front property beverage or something? Oh I get it: The coconut is filled with Goose, right?

Ok, that has to be it. Then again, he's on Lil' Wayne's label, so it could be full of 'Tussin, which in that case, would explain where he got the idea of this song.

What I liked about my fellow skinny man (we stick together) is that he seemed different. But if this is what he's going to come out with, someone call T-Pain. Coconut Juice? For real?

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