After the jump, the full opening, some reaction, and the lyrics.
Look, T-Pain’s the best hook man in hip-hop. Taylor Swift’s got a genius for pop songwriting with a country twang. I have no idea who wrote this little ditty (I’d wager it’s a half-and-half deal), but it’s good. It’s goofy without being exploitative or stupid, catchy in all the right ways, and, generally, fun.
And, what’s better, this is Faheem Najm’s typical hook game on display, and Swift’s more than proficient on the mic; she’s almost at double-time on “never really been in a club,” and it sounds natural. Like “I’m On a Boat,” the spiritual predecessor to this song, this is a dollop of creativity on top of a ton of flawless execution; just remember this when, by July, this song is bigger than that one.
Plus: “I’m so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night.”
The full opening:
I’m like eight-foot-fo’, blonde hair to the flo’
You shawties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
No, I ain’t got a gun
No, I never really been in a club
I still live with my parents but I’m still a thug
I’m so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night
You out clubbin’? Well, I just made Caramel Delights
T-Swizz and T-Pain, rapping on the same track
It’s a thug story, tell me can you handle that?
I had a dream last night
I had high-top Nikes
I had diamonds in my mouth
And diamonds on my mic
By the time I awoke I was singin’
(I’m on a boa-o-whoa-oat)
‘Cause I’m a singa ternt rapper (Shawty, I’ma make ya)
Straight to the top, yo (Shawty, I’ma take ya)
You can call me T-Sweezy, now I’m a rap star (It’s a thug story, now tell ’em who you are)
Singa ternt gangsta (You don’t wanna fight me)
Straight to the top (In my extra small white tee)
T-Swizzle, T-Pain, all up on the same track
It’s a thug story, now can you get with that?
What? What? I knit sweaters, yo
What? What? Don’t test me, (bleep)
Hey, hold on
Hold on, I didn’t even say anything
I said yo (Yo)
You guys bleeped me and I didn’t even say anything
I didn’t even swear (She didn’t even swear)