He kept ranting about how they suck, and I didn't listen, until now. I think the thing with the Peas is that they have "trigger songs," in other words, tracks that make you hate them. Everyone has a different trigger. His was Where is the Love. Mine is My Humps. Here are some sample lyrics, if you haven't heard it before:
"What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work."
"What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump."
"I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight."
And the real winner:
"My hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
My hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my lovely little lumps."
I love Hip-Hop. Love it with a big dank stinky passion. This song is shit, and is about as far from hip-hop as you can get. Right now, I can't think of a more poorly produced song to ever get radio play (including the Macarena).
I blame Dre.