During the interview that eventually became the Gibbs feature, we talked a lot about the contemporary gangsta rappers that we both liked. Apparently, no one informed him that I don’t like “street-minded hip-hop,” so the conversation went well, except for when I mentioned that I wasn’t a crazy Jeezy fan save for “3 a.m., “”Go Getta” and “Circulate.” At that point, I was halfway convinced that his boy Big Kill was going to personally explain to me the definition of curb servin’. After all, Big Kill is a large man, one more frightening than Large Marge, the Large Professor, and Steve Largent combined. Many names were mentioned: Trae, Z-Ro, Pill, others I’m forgetting, but Boosie stood out because as Gibbs put it, “Boosie goes hard.”
I imagine Torrence Hatch would probably get a lot more love if his name wasn’t Lil Boosie, which sounds more appropriate for a drive-through Daiquiri Stand just outside of Shreveport. It’s fun to play Internet rap blogger and all, but when you step out into the sunlight and talk to the normals, you tend to get a lot of strange looks when you espouse your Boosie fandom. I have promised many people that I would make them Best of Boosie Mixtapes to prove that my appreciation of his music isn’t some ironic white boy affectation. The video for “Gin in My Cup” (via Gotty) doesn’t necessarily disspell that conclusion, but it does provide a window into one of the many sides of a rapper who unfortunately will be spending his immediate future locked up. Namely that for all the hard-core songs about growing up poor in Baton Rouge, his diabetes, his mixed feelings for his dead father, his hatred of the police, at heart, he’s a pretty goofy dude willing to bug his eyes out for the camera, do the loose as a goose dance, and scream at women for daring to offer him a sprite. Who do they think he is, Grant Hill?
Tons of videos featuring Boosie and his bug-eyes below the jump.
