Here's another song that plays on pop radio every five minutes:
Now, the hook is awesome--just as catchy and irresistible as a pop chorus should be. (But, I mean, just to be an English teacher here, isn't he kind of damning himself with faint praise? I can make your bed rock? Surely if you're boasting of your bedroom skills, the ability to shake the bed is not, you know, all that special. Something really just about anybody could do. I'm just saying.)
The verses, though--ugh. Nas pronounced hip hop dead in 2006 (over an awesome "In A Gadda Da Vida"-based beat), and these clowns are really proving him right. I like Drake's verse because it's clever and surprising and ends with a punch, and if the sushi roll metaphor is a little off, well, at least he's trying. The rest of these guys are bringing nothing to the table--dull delivery, dull rhymes--they're basically just killing time until the chorus comes around again.
Sexual boasting ought to be right in the wheelhouse of any rapper, and most of these guys can't even manage to do that credibly.
