“Now / At The Party” - Maxwell
There are two objectives when this playing song:
1. To kick-off a playlist for a sex house party OR
2. To play as background music while makin’ babies. Or pretendin’ to make babies. Gettin’ your groove on. Bumpin’ n’ grindin’. Rockin’ the boat. Knockin’ boots. Gettin’ freaky between da sheets. Ridin’ that pony.
You SLUTS know what I’m talkin’ bout.
“‘Til the Cops Come Knockin’” - Maxwell
True Story
So… one Friday night I was hanging out with a boy way back in the day and we were just cold chillin’ in my room. Perhaps there was some smokefluence going on, but you know… s’all good. I was in college and timez was ill… so I mean, can I live? Yeah, so I’m playing my jamz, the candles are lit and the incense is rolling through. He’s diggin’ it and we’re both feeling the vibe.
I was probably DJing some Jigga man, maybe some Outkast, Mary J, Lost Boyz, some Toni Braxton. You know, obligatory 90’s hip hop and R&B (golden years) even though it was no longer the 90’s. And then I happened upon Maxwell’s Urban Hang Suite in my Winamp(lol). Hmmm. So I thought to myself, “You know what? I’m really kinda feelin’ this boy, forrill. So let me find out what happens if I start playing ‘Till the Cops Come Knockin”.
Click.
“Hey, who is this? I like this… I mean damn…”
“Oh, chu don’t know? It’s Maxwell… this is like THE best baby makin’ music ever. Let me find out you don’t know.”
YO. Let me tell you how that shit WORKED. Like a gottdayum charm. Like, whoa (thanks Black Rob). I won’t go into the details but fucking memories, man. Whewww.
