Every so often, life mirrors film. Remember the scene in the 1999 Freddie Prinze Jr. and Rachael Leigh Cook teen flick She’s All That when the students at the prom miraculously bust out a perfectly in sync dance that only they know? Well, I had my own She’s All That moment here at Georgetown over Labor Day weekend. A group of Hoyas dressed as CEOs and their scantily-clad secretaries hit the dance, er, living room floor of a Burleith two-story when a unfamiliar, yet insanely catchy, song came on. And suddenly, with 30 or so Georgetown kids bouncing right to left amongst Solo cups and Playstation cords, the Soulja Boy dance caught fire on campus.

We watched the men’s basketball team crank and roll in McDonough Gym at Midnight Madness in October. In a showing of support for the Hoyas (along with a showing of some killer skills honed through a season of “Dancing with the Stars”), Jerry Rice hit the floor with Pat Ewing Jr. to bust a move to “Crank That (Soulja Boy),” too. I even saw a group of Tombs bartenders and waiters break to tear up the dance floor with the routine, which was met with cheers and hollers from tipsy undergrads.

It’s a tune a three-year-old could have plunked out on the piano with lyrics that most people would have to surf through Urbandic-tionary.com to figure out. (A warning: It’s not pretty.) But America hailed the 17-year-old hip-hop artist as a prodigy when the hit skyrocketed to number one on Billboard’s Hot 100.

Yet the recent spotlight on Soulja Boy Tell’em’s most recent single “Yahhh!” proves that our young hip-hop hero is just that — a boy. Stream the official music video for the song on YouTube. Soulja Boy (Real name: DeAndre Ramone Way) is chilling on a leather couch playing a videogame featuring a stunted, claymation version of himself. His phone rings — and this is when the cynics groan: His ringtone is none other than his first hit single. But what do we expect from a self-promoter who titled his freshman album Souljaboytellem.com and dons bling in the shape of a diamond-studded “S” around his neck?

“We got somethin’ new for ya’ll,” Soulja Boy starts his song. “When a motherf*cka be in your face, just on your nerves talking sh*t, and you just don’t wanna hear it, just be like ‘Yahhh, bitch, yahhh!’” Throughout the next four and a half minutes, Soulja Boy and his animated Mini-Me infer the sentiment on representations of Britney Spears, Hillary Rodham Clinton and someone who might be Hulk Hogan. Apparently the fame one attains from spawning a line-dance sensation is unbearable. The celebrities beg for his autograph, which on my part begs the question: Am I the only one who wouldn’t be able to pick this kid out of a lineup?

The whole bit is reminiscent of the 2000 Eminem single “The Real Slim Shady” from the Marshall Mathers LP. I can’t help but flash back to the scene where Slim takes a seat at the Grammys next to Britney Spears and Fred Durst, dissing them and the awards the whole time. Yet the made-up language Soulja Boy uses when someone really gets in his face makes Slim Shady look like Hemingway.

Regardless of the fact that the song is offensive to women, Hulk Hogan and the art of communication in general, I’ll admit it’s damn catchy. The YouTube comments page is littered with YAHHH!s of appreciation from fans, while one comment reads: “I wanna walk up to a little kid at the mall and scream YAHH BITCH YAHH.”

So while I’ll resist the urge to replace my cheerleader/Minnie Mouse-style trademark affirmative (“Yeh!”) with Soulja Boy’s new catchphrase, I can only hope America will do the same. We’re no strangers to emulating the words and styles of the music scene, but this time around, I’ll side with Flo Rida in my Apple-.Bottom jeans and boots with the fur.

Erin Delmore is a senior in the College. She can be reached at delmore@thehoya.com. The Rules of 8-track-tion appears every other Friday in The Guide.