One thing's for sure: Trina's Glamorest Life leaves no room for the blues. The songs on her third album are rife with tribulations, but Miami's diamond princess remains completely nonplussed. When an unfaithful lover attempts to entangle the rapstress in tearful sentiments in "Here We Go," the most heartache the Southern gurl/wild woman can muster is a relieved "I thank God I ain't get that tattoo." Only slightly annoyed, she flips the script and uses the remainder of the song(a souped-up interpolation of Force MD's "Tender Love") to spit a disinterested battle rhyme cracking on rival Jackie O's "blah lines for her mammy." Talk about ex to next.
If anything, this bitch is married to Miami, leaving the men in her life vying for attention. She gives love to her property in Sans Souci ("Sexy Girl" ), the shops in Bal Harbor ("Throw It Back"), and the nightlife on South Beach ("So Fresh"). The hook in "Shake" even references local radio personality Dr. Kiki. Still, more than a few guest MCs try and holla during the 13-track affair -- Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, Jazze Pha, Lil' Scrappy, and Lil' Wayne are just a partial list of those who want to "hit it in the worst way." Lil' Wayne's rap is hella funky in "Don't Trip;" perhaps it's the thrill of robbing the cradle, but Trina makes it as clear as her champagne glass that unless you're a high-rolling "investor who can eat [her] like Hannibal Lecter," don't waste her time.
Soaring to new heights of lyrical mastery in The Glamorest Life, Trina still flaunts her ample "fat back." But of all her physical assets, her boisterous, brazen, homegrown drawl is by far the most banging of them all. That enthralling voice serves this third opus well, highlighting a mature, no-nonsense intelligence, a commitment to financial independence, and a take-it-or-leave-it attitude toward sex.
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