Soulja Boy

Rappers and rednecks finally have something in common: line dancing.



Now, let's get one thing straight: I'm from the Dirty South. I grew up around 2 Live Crew, 95 South, 12 Gauge. I know how to ride that donkey-donkayyy, I have listened to the big man holler, and I have looked at them girls with the daisy dukes on. Luther Campbell is like an uncle to me... a very distant uncle, obviously by marriage, but the point is I'm no stranger to this kind of stuff.

But I have to say, Soulja Boy Tell'em is a wake up call. While I have several theories on what this guy is saying, the truth is I have no clue. And though I will always have roots there, this is a reminder that I am a long way from the Dirty-Dirty, and I'm probably never going back. And it chokes me up, a little.

But then I crank dat "Soulja Boy," dat "Superman"... dat "super soaker," dat "Roosevelt." I crank a little "robocop," and it reminds me:

You can take the boy out of the Dirty, but you can't take the Dirty out of the boy.