Your RDA of Gangsta Gene
I must really update my musical repertoire: Gershwin, Kern and a medley of World War I songs. However, “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp” probably wasn’t meant to be sung in the shower. So I have appropriated another tune that might lend itself to my inner gangsta. (And Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg certainly had ghetto credentials–except that their form of Ebonics was called Yiddish.)
My life would be so much grander
If I knew how to pander.
I wouldn’t seem a wimp.
I could be so chicly seedy
As my ho’s peddle some VD
If I only were a pimp.
The mental image of you, wearing an outlandish purple fedora, cruising the streets of Chi-town in a convertible Cadillac El Dorado with faux leopard-skin upholstery, makes me smile.
Oh, and we don’t say VD anymore. The current terminology is STD. But the rhyme still works.