I've gained a new appreciation for lowbrow in middle age. I'm still enough of a snob to gravitate toward "brilliant" lowbrow as opposed to "despicable" in New York magazine's approval matrix, but give me one more decade. My tastes should be off the chart.
Welcome to Snoopworld, where Chevys still are bouncin', would-be gangstas still kind of prowl the streets (albeit it's a new generation), explicit-isms flow like 40 oz. beer, and tempos best not harsh anyone's mellow.