You're in My Hut Now

[Jelani Cobb]

Absolutely no reason for this other than it has been playing in my head all day. None of the now-deceased hip hop subgenres (crunk, Miami bass, snap, g-funk, we hardly knew ye) manage to deliver the endorphin spike that this joint does. I suspect that forty years from now an arthritic DJ could throw this on at the Sunnyvale Convalescent Home and get a crowd of 80-year-olds open.