Ghostrider invisible driver

Tell Me When To Go (Screwed) -- E-40 ft. Keak da Sneak
I've got nothing to say about this song that you don't already know (Did you know it was produced by Lil John?) E-40 the Baybassador slides through and insinuates, in two lines, a parallel universe in which Black Moses leads the Hebrews into a sideshow. Then Keak shows up ranting about the Black Zeus. The New Bay: ya gotta love it.



Necessary vocabulary --

Ghostridin': A stunt involving controlling your car from the outside rather than from the driver's seat.
Scrappers: cars
Slaps: songs
Stunnas: sunglasses
Tight ones: Donuts

Let Go (Screwed)- Ne-Yo

NeYo is Usher 2.0 and if you havent accepted this, you need to find a way to take Neyo into your life before all your coworkers become mumbling acolytes and you are left with nothing to discuss around the watercooler. The kid wrote "You Should Let Me Love You," a song with such universal appeal that it will be the first recorded document to leave the planet Earth and actually solicit a response from such lonely aliens.



The sheer accessibility and inescapable catchiness of that song alone makes Ne-Yo worth checking for.

Red Monkeys sagging on them apes . . .

Honey Dip -- Jim Jones ft. J.R. Writer and Juelz Santana

Yes man I'm so fresh the pro mess wit bread honey/
My jeans 800, these are called Red Monkey/
The flossin is gone, come talk to a Don fly enough to belong/
On a catwalk in Milan.....holla




Lil Buddy -- Young Jeezy ft. Bloodraw

A million records sold, I don't do gold/
Fo sheezy this rap shit's easy/
Cant leave the mic alone the streets need me/
Red monkeys sagging on them apes/
That's nine hundred just sagging on them Bapes

The jumpoff...

Here at Care Unit, we understand that our contemporary culture can be confusing. We live in an age of choices, but increasingly, the outcomes of these choices bear little resemblance to right or wrong, good or evil, win or lose.



Increasingly, the game you play with your time and your wallet appears to be interminable and recently, it has dawned on you that no one is keeping score and those who you formerly admired are a pack of blank faced cheats. Out of this drawn out, dawn-less night comes the good people at Care Unit, to lead the lost out of the Cave and into the guiltless sunlight that the blessed have always inhabited, waiting for you.



In a value-less time in which everyone wanders, only those who no longer seek are truly enlightened. Welcome to this first post, its content is representative of what can be expected from your humble stewards of everything neither good nor bad, but only extremely entertaining in the proper context. Care Unit is that context.

North:

The First -- Cam'ron, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana

South:

Presidential -- Youngbloodz

West:

The Dummy -- E-40