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Crunk siren/Missy Elliott homegirl spites the genre that birthed her with a pillow-talkin' Fitty, whose sensitive-thug mumbling registers as a naked marketing non sequitur. Meanwhile, Ciara's in love with a gangsta, and we're in love with her eyelashes-aflutter crushing on the R&B hook: "I can't leave 'em alone/I tried that good boy thing, but the dope boy's turnin' me on." Lil Wayne mixtape co-opt odds: 20:1.
When the Dream asserts—on the hook, natch—"Man, I don't need no hook for this hit," he's not kidding. Woozily nostalgia-inducing, the track is summer slow-jam fabulous, a sweat 'n' pheromones syrup the dude wants to pour all over Shawty's grits, if she'll just come back to him. Won't you, Shawty? "You a ten"! Lil Wayne mixtape co-opt odds: 10:1.
To transition from A-list hip-hop producer to vocalist, you need an angle. Pharrell's got that fake Marvin Gaye croon; Kanye's got those class-clownin' punch-line rhymes. Because Swizz—acclaimed lacer of paranoid, haunting beats for DMX and Jay-Z, among others—has no microphone game whatsoever, this potent blaxploitation sugar-rush of triumphant strings and horns goes to waste. Unless, that is, this sage philosophy rocks your bells: "Riding with my top down, and my jewelry on/Hey, I'm just gettin' my hood on!" Lil Wayne mixtape co-opt odds: 2:1.