It’s a Friday night. I’ve just showered and gotten dressed. I’ve got a fresh new outfit and kicks on. Drake’s “Headlines” is bumpin’ in the background and drinks are being poured. Pre-game is in full effect.
If you’re like me this ritual sounds all too familiar. Pre-gaming before a night of pussy slaying is not just cheap and fun but it’s a good way to get pumped up. One of the most important components of the pre-game ritual is the music. Now I understand that not all of us are hip-hop heads. One could easily replace Drake with an epic metal shred that transports you to a time when Vikings pillaged and slayed their way through Scandinavia. In fact most mainstream hip-hop can be considered garbage. I mostly listen to underground and alternative hip-hop myself (Hipster. Hip-hopster?). I bring up mainstream hip-hop like Drake because of a common theme we usually see in the lyrics. Confidence. Ridiculous unfounded irrational self-confidence.
There was an excellent post over at Chateau Heartiste about how overconfidence is the heart of game. In fact overconfidence will get you further than zero confidence every time. To illustrate the kind of thinking that embodies overconfidence one needs to only listen to the lyrics of whatever ‘Cash-money-hoes’ jam is currently topping the charts.
Drake – Headlines
I might be too strung out on compliments
Overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a fuck and stop fearing the consequence
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments
Right off the bat Drake starts spitting about his overconfidence and ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. He’s the fucking man and everyone knows it. Even if they don’t, they will. The key is that he believes it and in so doing those around him start to believe it.
I realize that this song is a few months old so here are some more recent chart toppers.
Flo Rida – Good Feeling
The mountain top, walk on water
I got power, feel so royal
One second, I’ma strike oil
Diamond, platinum, no more for you
Got adrenaline, never giving in
Giving up’s not an option, gotta get it in
Witness I got the heart of 20 men
No fear, go to sleep in the lion’s den
That flow, that spark, that crown
You looking at the king of the jungle now
Stronger than ever can’t hold me down
A hundred miles feelin’ from the picture smile
Straight game face, it’s game day
See me running through the crowd full of melee
No trick plays, I’m Bill Gates,
Take a genius to understand me
Take a close look at the above lyrics. Out of the context of it being just a feel good (see what I did there?) jam, these lyrics make no fucking sense. Last time I checked Flo Rida was not Jesus so he probably can’t walk on water. I also doubt that Mr. Rida probably comes from a royal blood line. King of the jungle? Nope. Bill Gates? Lies! The take-away is not that this song makes much logical sense but that this guy has a very high opinion of himself. That’s the kind of overconfidence you should have while on the hunt for sweet, sweet poon. Let’s take a look at a few more.
Jay-Z & Kanye West – Niggas in Paris
You know how many hot bitches I own
Don’t let me in my zone
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I’m bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don’t let me into my zone
Again. Cocky, overconfident, money.
Big Sean – Dance (A$$) Remix Ft. Nicki Minaj
Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
I’m stack-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible
I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then your ass is colossal, Like Woop!
Drop that ass (Ass) make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I’m Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that you gonna get some dick today
I walk in with my crew and I’m breaking they necks
I’m looking all good I’m making her wet
They pay me respect they pay me in checks
And if she look good she pay me in sex (Do It)
Bounce that ass (Ass) it’s the roundest
You the best (Best) you deserve a crown b*tch
Right on that,
Again this shit sounds straight up retarded to your average educated individual. That’s not the point. The point is that it’s oozing with confidence and when set to music with some kickin’ bass it’s fun to listen too. I personally like the ‘ass, ass, ass, ass, ass…’ intro. No wonder they play this shit in clubs.
No matter what your preference in music, I hope you got an idea of what state of mind you should want to be in when you’re looking to go out. Bring your confidence over the top and the pussy will follow.