I was flipping through the stations on the radio last night and I came across this hip-hop song with a catchy beat. It was called “Becky.”
I thought Plies — the rapper — was begging for his girl named Becky. Oh, I was wrong.
I’m on this liquor oh so heavyBefore we fuck can you neck me
A little head then I’m ready
I want yo mouth gimme that becky
[Verse 1:]
Keep that pussy I want yo throat
From the head before you go
Wet yo mouth before you blow
Must get becky before I boat
You miss becky let me know
Licky licky I love that bro
Head that’s for show
Lock yo jaw before I go
Of course the radio version is a little cleaner. But not by much.
I remember when Tipper Gore fell the hell out over “masturbating with a magazine” from “Darling Nikki” by Prince. I remember when Two Live Crew was seriously banned in the USA.
But these days you can beg for head for four minutes on the radio?
Of course, I don’t have a problem with sexy songs. But this isn’t sexy, it’s degrading. This isn’t “Me So Horny.”
That song is fun, funny and tame compared to what is on the radio now.
And this Becky song was on in the middle of the afternoon? Then we wonder why kids are having sex earlier and earlier.
This article appears in Jan 19-25, 2010.
