2007 Rewind: Playaz Circle feat. Lil Wayne - "Duffle Bag Boy" video

I ain't never ran from a nigga neither. You'll see. As unexpectedly as the New York Giants' playoff run has come upon us did Disturbing Tha Peace's B-team come up with "Duffle Bag Boy," [watch above] one of 2007's fiercest tracks. Okay, let me stop. The DTP JV-squad having made the wise decision to blow their entire album budget on "Chorus of the Year" brought us one of 2007's fiercest tracks. Titty Boy and what looks to be Ness from Making The Band 2 comprise the woeful Playaz Circle, who would only stand a chance in the game if the world's most famous Katrina refugee decided to relocate himself to the group's frontman chair. Oh, Titty Boy, where have you been? I miss watching superior rappers carry your ass on tracks. Whether it's been Ludacris, Lil Weeziana or Chingy, we can't hate Titty Boy for finally being on the right star's bench to earn himself a piece of greatness. In my humble opinion, Titty Boy has always been the most intriguing of the DTP bench riders. I-20 is about as interesting to as a leaky faucet with a deep voice. I'd slice off my left testicle before I'd even illegally download a Lil' Fate record. We've already discussed how I feel about Steph Jones and Small Wonder and it's an even smaller wonder that Titty Boy has potentially risen to 6th man status in the event that Chingy, Luda and Bobby Valentino need anything more than a fluff boy. We profile the newly-exalted and ask him the questions you want answered in this Ron Mexico City exclusive: Ron Mexico City: Officially, how is "Titty Boy" spelled? Is it like, titties titties? Or is there some kind of clever intentional misspelling? I also know you niggas in the south like to spell "boy" with an "i." What's the deal? Tity Boi: It's [*takes time to think*] T-I-T-Y. So, one "t," right? And, yeah. I spell the "boi" wit a "i." That's how we do it down hea'. RMC: Nice. So what all went down with DTP in the past couple of years? We got members done left... Came back. You guys have been a little quiet and here you are with a smash out of the blue. TB: Well, I been makin mixtapes and gettin these hea' fresh twisses on the dreads. What you axin' 'bout? RMC: Umm... Let's start with Shawnna. What happened with Shawnna? TB: Honestly, I ain't know what was goin on with her until I saw it posted on the big green rap site. I forgot the name. Is that AllHipHop? RMC: No, I think that's XXL. Anyway, so what did you find out? TB: I found out that Shawna was leavin us. I thought that was strange because I heard her and Luda rehearsing "What's Your Fantasy?" through his office door just a couple days befo'. RMC: What about Chingy? Why is he back? TB: I honestly couldn't tell you. Dig dis, shawty. Any time you talk about another nigga fuckin with your money, that nigga should be dead. I mean, like-- Dead to you. Ya' dig? So how he even back associating with niggas that he said do bad business is beyond me. RMC: Do you believe Ludacris be actin funny with the money? TB: [*looks over at Ludacris*] Honestly, I don't know. I could see it. But this is a business, you know? So like, if that's true then Chingy is a bitch nigga for comin back to a nigga who don't treat him right. RMC: [long pause] Right. So I take it you haven't welcomed Chingy back to the barracks with open arms. TB: Nah. Nah, mane. Ludacris said we should be cold-like with him. He said somethin about makin him mad so he rap better. I think he want Chingy mad most of the time. RMC: So, about the song and the video. How did you get Lil Wayne to drop the chorus? TB: Well, Luda had already paid for the beat and he didn't really like the song we [Playaz Circle] had wrote for it, you know'm tombout? So he had told us that we needed somethin else. He called up Wayne and thang and them manager and Wayne dropped that hook. RMC: So you had nothing to do with that? TB: Nigga, I don't think I should have to be repeatin' myself. RMC: Sorry. So am I safe in assuming that Wayne didn't know that the surrounding verses would be Playaz Circle? TB: Nah. He probably thought it was gonna be for a Luda song. Luda made sure we knew that. RMC: Damn. So what was the video shoot like? TB: If you notice, we only in one, two shots with Wayne. Luda told us not to touch him or talk to him except for when we was shooting. He would smoke, do his little drank then do his thing. RMC: What was in that white styrofoam cup? TB: I don't know, nigga. Baby piss. What the fuck? RMC: I'm sorry, Tity. Oh, why don't you tell us about the model in the bed with you in the beginning. TB: Model? Oh, that warn't no model. That there my cousin, Keisha. We just used her cuz she thick, you know? RMC: [another long pause] I see. Do you normally make your cousin pour your Frosted Flakes in heels and ho clothes? TB: No, that's what I make my bitches do. RMC: [yet another long pause] So... Why?-- Nevermind, nigga. How are niggas supposed to get money by bringing duffel, by the way, the "e" comes before the "l"-- TB: Yeen't never heard of artistic license? RMC: [*laughs*] Yes. Yes, I have. TB: Alright, then. RMC: So, how do the dope boys of Atlanta get money by bringing empty duffel bags to your show tonight? TB: Who said they was 'pose ta be empty, fuck nigga? Fuck you thank? They bring us a duffle bag of work, we give them a duffle bag of money. We some gettin money ass niggas over here, you old fuck-ass, hatin-ass, broke-ass, bitch-ass nigga. RMC: Umm... So, how did you meet Ashy Larry and when did you think it a good idea to let him rap? TB: Funny. [long pause] I'm sorry. I just get sensitive when it comes to niggas hatin on gettin this money, know'm tombout? RMC: I understand. TB: We done come so far from when we wasn't able to ride on the bus... you know? RMC: Yes, sir. Indeed I believe I do. Do you believe that you can crack the DTP Starting Five in the next while? TB: I believe all thangs are possible through Him that created me. I thaink God for this opportunity. If Ludacris just let one more nigga contract expire before he sign anybody else... I have a 50% shot of taking that spot. RMC: Well, best of luck to you, Tity. I'll ask God for another Field Mob conviction on your behalf. TB: I appreciate that, cuz.

DTP feat. Ludacris, Chingy, Small World & Steph Jones - "Celebrity Chick" video

I hope you all enjoyed the Labor Day weekend. I also hope you got a handful off ass on Eastern Parkway. Now back to werk.
Throughout my Big Green catalogue, I've been particularly kind to Ludacris. Not only is he one of the most vicious ever to deliver a rhyme, but the man has made some great videos. I guess dude is due for a Mexican shitshower. "Celebrity Chick" is one light-skinned, freckled stepchild's attempt at assembling a nuclear family out of the slaves that get sold 12-at-a-time. I mean... Damn, Luda. You'd have to look to the deepest, coldest reaches of the foster care system to find a neglected fuck-up the likes of Steph Jones. I'm talking "shirt-torn, shivering at the end of the bed with man resin in his fro"-neglected. Some real "Sleepers" shit. At first I thought all those years of sucking dick had finally paid off for Quddus. Speaking of sucking dick, it's nice to see bottom bitch Ching-a-ling back on the stroll. After 3 years of solitude, the mean streets of the rap game done sent Ching Diva back to Skinny Black's loving arms. Well, isn't that cute? BUT IT'S WRONG!!!! You's a loooong ass way from "Holidae In," little nigga. This is the strip motel that still smells like butt sweat and Vagisil when you sit on the bed. Consuela can't scrub out history, folks. Remember that the next time you check into your local mo'. I love the opening exchange:

Ludacris: You know what? Hold on, now. What is that that you drinkin on, Changy? Chingy: Oh, mayn you know what this is. You peed in this shit and handed it to me like 10 minutes ago. Small World: Uh. It got 11 essential vitamins and minerals. Ludacris: Just checkin.

Back to DTP's newest savior and horrible chorus man. This nigga really think he hurtin somethin lookin like Chris Brown's dirty older brother with no job. How do niggas with voices that weak get record deals? He must drink from the same can as Ching-a-ling. Chris Brown would kill himself if he sounded like Steph Jones again. On some real shit, when I saw the name "Steph Jones" I was looking for a chick on the track. What is the purpose of a cap that will never fit on that mess of shit-locks? That bitch just hangin on like Owen Wilson to Kate Hudson's "wizard sleeves." I liiiiike. Aside from being a poo'-putt mushmouth, this Small World nigga's outfit look like some starving toddlers in the projects tore open a box of Kabooms on a Saturday morning. --Which brings me to Question of the Day: Who the fuck does Ludacris have dressing these bitch-asses? Is Titty Boy on double duty or something? Sorry, these clown-ass niggas almost made me forget this video attempted to have a plot. Luda was like "If you want your weed money you better get your rodent-lookin' ass out there and invite some bitches to get tricked on at my house later." I know you have to carry your weight if you're gonna roll with Cris Lova Lova, but handing out flyers like you promoting the damn strip club is NOT how you get "Celebrity Chicks" to hang with you. Better put some coke on them shits or something. In an Appalachian State miracle, they somehow fill the rent-a-house with hoes. They then uphold the "only niggas wear clothes" rule of rap videos pretty well until Stephanie decides to throw his final "asset" on the poker table. Sadly, the pool jump was the first time that dirty octoroon touched water that day. Morocco Mole over there needn't e'er remove his glasses either.

"We don't die. We multiply."

Then we'd better stop pouring water on these niggas and letting them eat cornbread after midnight. Is this really what DTP has become? Ludacris emptied house and came back with this stable of touchdowns? Damn. Nigga better off with bum-ass Lil' Fate. At least he didn't pretend to be good at this shit.