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Ludacris: London Hammersmith Po Na Na
Atlanta's latest hip hop champion wins over the crowd with profanities and Southern charm...
Chris Bridges, this native of the Dirty South known as Ludacris, is ready to explode. The 21-year-old Atlantan is currently carrying the flame for Def Jam South, and could soon be a contender for Nelly's crown. Westwood's dropping his 'Ho' record, a club smash in the US, while the provocative 'What's Your Fantasy?' is getting play over here, and he even managed to infiltrate the Big Breakfast.
Don't imagine that it's all gonna be easy, though. He has to work hard to win the crowd over: his introductory freestyles have been busted a million times before, and tonight his delivery's too smooth and well-versed, disguising his humour and making him sound a cocky little motherfucker.
But by the end of the show, Ludacris, Infamous 2-0 and Jay Cee (who emulates EPMD's legendary DJ Scratch in treating us to a little striptease while mixing in bass from Trick Daddy's sporthall anthem 'Take It To Da House') have everyone on their side - the men included - and the whole club's screaming the "throw them bows" refrain of 'Southern Hospitality'. That Southern charm wins out in the end.
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