Qualified ride with a boomin’ system. Qualified ride with a boomin’ system,” I sang, kinda off-key but loudly. “Qualified ride with a boomin’ system.”
My best friend B looked at me confused. “What did you just attempt to rap or sing or whatever that was?” I kept singing, stopped for all the rapping (I didn’t know those words) and repeated the chorus.
She shook her head slowly, “How many years have you been saying those lyrics that way.”
Me: “As long as it’s been out cause that’s the lyric.” We debated this a bit. Me stubbornly saying that EPMD was saying exactly what I said.
“That’s not even EPMD,” she said.
When her husband came home she asked him first thing, “Who made that song “The Boomin’ System?”
“LL Cool J,” he replied.
“And what’s the words to the verse part?” B asked. I just waited quietly for him to confirm that I was right.
“What?” he was really confused.
“Was it qualified ride with a booming’ system?” she pressed on.
Now he was looked as confused as B had looked earlier. “What?! Naw. It was cars ride by with the boomin’ system.”
B looked at me. Hubby looked at me. “Did you think that was what LL was sayin’?” He died laughing. Even my bestie, Gospel Girl, new rap lyrics better than me.
“Whatever, whatever. I rap like I want.”
What do you expect from a girl who listened to America’s Top 40 and lived with a father who often belted out the wrong lyrics loudly (but with perfect pitch)?”