No Need To Be a Player or a Superstar

I've been struggling to come up with topics to blog about.  I'm not sure why my creative juices quit flowing but not doing a blog challenge has been difficult, so I found a new one.  Each day you write about a song that falls into a specific category. If you don't remember I have a little music and lyric obsession, as blogged about here, so I thought 30 days of 30 different songs would be fun and challenging, since I have such a hard time making decisions.

Today's song is a song that no one would expect you to love.

"Fuck My Car" is definitely my favorite Too Short song. And when people learn that I not only love this song, but that I also know all the words, they are shocked.

The first time I ever heard this song I was riding in my boyfriends Honda Civic.  I'm pretty sure I was 15 and I loved it (the Civic and the song). Which lead to me loving Too Short in general.  But I've always had a thing for this song specifically.

This past summer I was out with a couple of girl friends and my guy friend Mike.  We had gone to a bar and I was driving all of us to our respective homes.  It was  hot and summery and one of those nights where you want to roll down the windows and listen to good hip-hop.  So I put on this song and proceeded to sing along.  Every word, for the entire song.  The look of shock and disbelief on Mike's face was priceless.

I guess if you knew me in my teenage years the fact that I like this song so much may not surprise you.  But to people who have only known me as a mom and an adult there is a certain shock factor that goes along with hearing me rap "She ain't trippin' on you, she'd rather fuck your car."