Miami Nights

Everyone knows that Broward County is forever playing catchup with its much cooler neighbor to the south, but when they do catch up, boy do they do it in style. I remember back in 1993, when the General Store got indoor plumbing, all the people rode up in their sputtering 1930s Chevys and on the backs of their trusty donkeys, trading in bits of Indian arrow heads, rotting rabbit pelts, and shiny pebbles they found in riverbeds, just to get a look at the miraculous invention.

Hiphop is no different. Miami has been running thangz stylistically in the hiphop game for a few years now (with occasional lapses of judgement allowing Atlanta to dominate from time to time; Port of Miami, I'm looking at you), so logically you'd expect the lame crackers in 954 to eventually get their feet wet. And wet themselves they did. 

I present to you Lolo - Ft. Lottamurdadale:

Not a terrible first effort, but I wish they would have used a less derivative beat. With so many great producers in 305, surely it wouldn't have violated their uppity whiteness to farm out the production to some of our local talent.