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Every generation has its own rites and rituals, but they all share the desire to delineate themselves from their predecessors and create something unique. L.A. natives were never going to ghost-ride the whip, that’s a Bay Area thing. The “Crank That” dance and “Stanky Leg” were cool, but that was the Dirty South’s thing. And no one wanted to rock khakis and oversized white tees anymore. I mean, you’re really going to gangbang? That’s so ’90s. Besides, Ice Cube said it best: Gangstas don’t dance, they boogie.

Rusko: Jahova