Music Review: Domino "Sweet Potato Pie"

Domino

Sweet Potato Pie

Album: Domino

Year: 1994

        Domino propositions women for sex in the unsettling “Sweet Potato Pie.”

          A kittenish synth opens the single, setting a orgastic tone. In the intro, he flashes his nice-guy smile and tells a woman she’s pretty. She giggles and he grins, thinking she may sleep with him. (“It's like this: I'm that guy, you're so fly/Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie/I'm that guy, you're so fly/Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie.”)

             He exhales, smoke swirling around him and passes the joint to his friend. He swigs a bottle of gin. He sees a centerfold and nothing is happening. He groans, telling his friends he’s going to head out. He calls up several women he knows.  She says she’s been thinking of a great place. He cuts her off before she can go any further. He tells her it’s just sex and that’s it. He needs a pretty body and tonight, it’s her. (“Now the way of today with the homies is straight/Gettin' fucked up off the dank, chronic/Bud, What, ever you wanna call it/It's peace to you fuckin' alcoholics, for/Makin' the proper remedy/Cause when I hit it, bitches envy me/You say you want wine?Yeah I guess that's fine/But thai is the sky when you talkin' about mass/Now my thai got a friend named Gin/Got me all straight now my dick won't bend/Now I'm fucked for the rest of the night/Unless I find a piece of ass whether it's loose or tight/Now looka here looka here I done found a bitch/

Yummy for the dick, jelly mix in the switch/Save that shit cuz I don't wanna be your man/Just need a little loosin', do you understand?”)

        In the chorus, he can’t thinking clearly. The weed has fogged his head. He only wants a girl he can sleep with. (“My mind's fucked up off chocolate thai/Hit the gin shop now I'm so high/Now I need a bitch that's proper and fly/So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie/My mind's fucked up off chocolate thai/Hit the gin shop now I'm so high/Now I need a bitch that's proper and fly/So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie.”)

           It’s Saturday morning and he starts to make plans. A friend of his is having a get-together. He’ll probably stop there after he sees a movie. He’s in the mood for a buddy comedy. He wears his finest clothes and heads to the bar.  It’s not designer but it’s what he can afford. He likes women and appreciates his friends. (“Thinkin' about what I'm gonna do today/Party at my homies bout eight/I thought about goin' to the movies/But ain't nothin' like a bunch of proper ass hoochies/Dressed like a player can't wear nothin' less/Some simple ass shit, even if it ain't Guess/Hit a couple of shots and now I roll to the spot/Bitches straight peepin' wanna know what I got, well/One, two, three, here comes the D/Pass me the rotor/And now I'm ready for you bitches/So gang a dick licker, do you get the picture?/And so much love for y'all gals/And peace, love, and ***** to my ********** pals/And ay, yai, yai, I'ma stay high/And keep me a piece of that sweet potato pie.”)

            The chorus is sung again.

           His phone rings at noon. A friend of his invited him over for a barbecue. His friend says a lot of scantily clad women will be there. He tells his friend he’ll come over. In his cabinet, he gets a can of soup and heats it up. Something feels off today. He’s not sure what it is. He decides to go the party store across the street from his house and get some gin. He’ll the do the same thing he did on Friday and yesterday. (“The fellas wanna have a barbeque tonight, I think it's on about five/They say it's gonna have plenty dazzey duks, and Les says it's gonna be live/So I'ma gonna grab me a plate of soup, cuz ain't not a damn thing changed/And now I'm proper when fly and shit, but man do I feel strange/So I'ma go down to the liquor store, and find my friend named Gin/And go to the girl with the flyest thai, and break her off a proper twin/And now it's time to make some shit, and look for the proper niece/And run a little game on the P.Y.G., and tell it to her somethin' like this.”)

             The chorus is sung again to end the single.

          Domino’s boyish rap only cares about what he wants. The women are a means to an end. His nonchalance as he degrades them for liking a certain sexual position and then expecting them to follow through with it crosses a line. He tries to cover up his misogny with some empty proclamations that he actually cares about women.  

        The disgusting “Sweet Potato Pie” is  burned, creating a nasty aftertaste in the mouth.