I guess you could say that rapper Flo Rida is at least a hospitable, generous guy. He's not at all stingy when it comes to throwing the doors of his home wide open and sharing what's inside. "Mi casa es tu casa," he tells guests toward the tail end of his latest hit, "My House."
But what might they expect to find there? Nothing short of a raging, nonstop soiree where the champagne, the beats and the no-limits hedonism never stops.
Ever one to embrace carnal carpe diem as a permanent way of life, Mr. Rida wastes no time commencing with the evening's activities. "Open up the champagne, pop!/It's my house, come on, turn it up."
One of Flo's guests is a woman he's intent on wining and dining and … well, you know what comes next. "Baby, take control now," he says, "We can even slow down/We don't have to go out." And, apparently, they don't. Instead, "Morning comes and you know that you wanna stay/Close the blinds, let's pretend that the time has changed/Keep our clothes on the floor, open up champagne/Let's continue tonight, come on, celebrate."
To everyone else he chants, "My house is your house if you throwin' it back/ … Soon as these happy faces land, you can run with the cash/Home run, slam dunk, touchdown pass/ … Another shot of vodka, you know what's in my glass/It's my house, just relax."
Is It a House or a Strip Club?
The video for "My House" feels like the product of a meeting in which Flo and his posse deliberately brainstormed ways to exploit women yet again in a rap video.
There's essentially a strip club stage in Flo's house (remember, this is the guy who sang the stripper ode "Get Low" back in 2002) where he ogles scantily clad women gyrating. There's a topless woman wearing pasties with a lampshade on her head. (She's meant to be furniture, it would seem.) There's Flo and a retinue of his fawning female followers eating sushi off the body of a nearly naked woman. (sushi covers her breasts.) And, all the while, there's gobs of high-dollar booze being uncorked.
Just another normal night at the home of rapper, Flo would have us think. "Mi casa es tu casa," he again asserts. "So it ain't no holding back."