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The explosion of dirty-South hiphop fueled the careers of some of the most innovative MCs in commercial rap, including Big Boi and Andre 3000 of OutKast, Cee-Lo, and Ludacris, a relentlessly horny rapper who’s more Redd Foxx than Melle Mel. The Atlanta-based MC is rap’s reigning court jester, with a penchant for clever rhymes, kooky one-liners, and ultra-suggestive sex talk. Indeed, Ludacris may be the only rapper ever to contemplate getting it on in the library, at the White House, and while wearing toy Dracula fangs, all within the same verse. Of course, that skill hasn’t much endeared him to such nuts as Bill O’Reilly, whose outrage helped prompt Pepsi to drop Ludacris from its ads. But there are worse fatessuch as missing out on the hiccupping tribal conga of “Southern Hospitality.” Catch Ludacris “throw them ‘bows” at 9 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $35. (202) 393-0930. (Holly Bailey)