Unappreciated R&B veteran Tank took his panty-melting shenanigans to the next level with an extra spicy Soul Train Awards performance where he half-nekkidly sizzled seasoned poon meats while delivering vocally impregnating croons that sent the ladies (and some fellas) spiraling into the lusty abyss.
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