I’m on that west coast production shit/Tell that hoe she can suck a dick/The price just going up a bit/And you know that meat looking succulent
from Go Up lyrics by 24hrs
A shimmery beat sparkles like Hollywood, making way for two spirited crooners. One is a greenhorn on the rise, the other is an exiled vet gearing up for a comeback. The rook is holding his own, but has yet to find his identity; following the lead of other luminaries who have done it better. T-Pain is a superstar, and he steals the show. His voice is as bombastic as ever, and the touch of autotune accentuates his vocal range rather than mask it. He’s pimpin’ hard and taking names, picking up where he left off. By the end it’s clear that T-Pain is locked, loaded and ready for takeoff.
