Well, Junior’s reactions were many and varied: “Can I play my guitar, please?”; “Can I have Girls Aloud on, please?”; and, to me asking why she was laughing, “Because your dancing’s funny.”
It’s a difficult record to react to, anyway – so laidback, so smoooooth, so easy on the ear yet sneaking in a hard-edged undercurrent. “Hard-edged” hardly suffices, really, what with Nate Dogg wiping out all those muggers. But the groove is purest r’n’b, destined for the coffee table if it wasn’t so accomplished and the lyric so banal in its violence. That’s G-Funk. Still gangsta, but all sophisticated, like.