Neon and low angle tracking shots and chrome suits and chorus singing fly girls. Everything a baller needs.
My last jam of 1997, and the only song that I actually bought this week, is this delightfully non-Xmas number.
"east west, every state, c'mon bury the hate" wise words mase, but they came too late.
Aw yeah! Everyone throwing out their best moves to this was one of my favourite moments on Saturday night :) #eighteenagain