I saw a buzzfeed list the other week that basically mirrored my struggle as a mom who loves the good stuff. I mean is it realllly that bad to roll through the drop off line bumping a little Pac or Dogg Pound?
See. I didn't think so either.
But I find myself turning the radio down when I pull in the parking lot. Even thought I really want to turn it way up. Maybe cuz I'm a thug..<--- a="" bad="" catch="" daddy="" did="" for="" it="" line.="" nbsp="" no.="" p="" s="" that="" too="" trick="" you.="" you="">
Via my personal facebook page, I realize that most of my friends who are moms share the similar dilemma. We are mere products of early nineties rap music. And we love it!
And our kids will love it.
And when we have grandchildren, we will play 2Pac, Biggie, Snoop, Nas, Kendrick or JCole and say things like "See baby, THIS is when music was music.
And they will roll their eyes at us.
And will know we are telling the truth.
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