Grand Hustle/Atlantic
Rappers of course can be lovers and fighters, a dichotomy which Clifford "T.I." Harris knows more than most. Currently serving a year and a day incarcerated in the Federal Corrections Institute at Forest City, Arkansas after pleading guilty to weapons charges, he'll spend more time locked down than most of his contemporaries. At least he can take solace in the fact that the prison sentence seems to be little more than a minor bump in the road to a prospering career. Outwardly chastened, Harris has vowed to use the downtime to plot his comeback, and seems remarkably sanguine about life in general, telling XXL in May "I'm stressed less...I don't have to stress about things like that no more".
Perhaps unwisely for a man who's probably spending all his time currently trying to avoid any sexual encounters, 'Whatever You Like' finds Harris trying to make the lady in his life feel a little special. She won't have to ask either, as over stripper friendly beats, rhyme subtlety is another dude's problem: "Late night sex/it's so wet so tight/I'll gas up the jet for you tonight/And you can go wherever you like".
The problem is that there's no real sex to be found here, unless your idea of romance is flashing a bit of green at your date in return for a sneaky blowjob. But the musical equivalent of Rohypnol this ain't. And if you listen really, really carefully at the end, you can hear Scott La Rock spinning in his fucking grave.

Perhaps unwisely for a man who's probably spending all his time currently trying to avoid any sexual encounters, 'Whatever You Like' finds Harris trying to make the lady in his life feel a little special. She won't have to ask either, as over stripper friendly beats, rhyme subtlety is another dude's problem: "Late night sex/it's so wet so tight/I'll gas up the jet for you tonight/And you can go wherever you like".
The problem is that there's no real sex to be found here, unless your idea of romance is flashing a bit of green at your date in return for a sneaky blowjob. But the musical equivalent of Rohypnol this ain't. And if you listen really, really carefully at the end, you can hear Scott La Rock spinning in his fucking grave.



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