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Considering how unclear it is where The-Dream is headed in 2010, they may soon be all we've got. His squalling contributions to Rihanna's Rated R—particularly "Rockstar 101," the dark grunge-crunk jam in which she makes the unlikely announcement that she "don't really give a fuck"—signaled a definite break from the warm and cuddly vibe of "Umbrella." And Jennifer Lopez's late-fall comeback jam, "Louboutins," was wack-wack-wack. Making matters fuzzier still, The-Dream has threatened that this year's reportedly forthcoming Love King will be the last album he releases as a solo artist.
Even if he fades away as quickly as he appeared, though, fans can take solace in the fact that we'll always have "Pregnant," the full-circle Untitled closer that finds R. Kelly paired with The-Dream and Thicke—oh, and Tyrese, too—for a state-of-the-art master class on the Weird New Sensitivity. The song's conceit is classic Kelly: Our narrator's at the club scoping the scene for potential one-night stands—"See, I'm a player, so I ain't trying to take her on no dates," he explains—when he spies a chick "with an unbelievable booty," which leads somehow to fantasies of "this big old house with a picket fence and a dog." (A dog!) Yet it's Thicke and The-Dream who flesh out the scenario so wonderfully: First, Thicke promises, "If you choose me, I guarantee that the rest of your life would be man-drama-free," then The-Dream suggests putting "those pills on chill" before telling his baby-mama-to-be, "I'm-a take care of you, and I'm-a still hold you like we brand-new/So don't get it twisted/For 30-something weeks I'm still gon' hit it."
A Prada-wearing papa whose carnal understanding exceeds his demand for mathematical precision? How could so many of you resist this guy?