So, I'm cool with songs about a night out in the club. I am equally okay with songs by men talking about all of the women that they "meet" at the club. Hell, you could write rhymes about buckets of piss for all I care, so long as you do it right. And by "right," of course, I mean with thought, effort and skill.
Lupe Fiasco did just that on his song Sunshine from his Food & Liquor album. The Chicagoan begins by fleshing out the awkward nature of approaching a woman "up in tha club" and how chasing chics is usually not his thing.
During the second verse they step outside, now less nervous, they chop it up a bit and he begins to spit game;
