I'll see your African-American gentleman dancing like a white guy, and raise you Timbaland's "The Way I Are." Not the skillful use of the introspective look at 0:18, uncoordinated hand slapping gestures at 0:23, the robot, followed by some horrible lead in to what I can only guess is some type of walk like an egyptian thing at 0:30, some kind of weird line dance thing at 0:50 (and other times in the future), uncalled for Jazz hands at 1:03, the egyptian thing again at 1:20, some disco pointing and nearly continuous generalized awkward behavior towards hot chicks in a nightclub (or deserted alley) setting. I'd log the last 2 minutes, but you get the point.

If I had to pick a favorite Hip/Hop artist, Mr. Land would be one of my top. I think its hilarious that he basically went into business with his own label and made a metric ton of money and then started appearing in random Hip/Hop songs at the usually disqualifying age of 36, usually acting like a tragically unhip white guy in the music videos. He's the man.

I'll see your Interstate 15 and raise you Mexican Radio.

From the legendary band that steals your face.
In the '60s you could apparently get your rain pre-packaged.

Somewhere in my soul, there's always Rock -n- Roll... Joe Strummer