Y hay quién se atreve a decir que el South es basura con la boca llena, ¿verdad Nega? Que le jodan a los paletos de este país.
Esto sólo podía pasar en España. En fin...nada nuevo bajo el sol.
Hace 6 años
domingo, 2 de mayo de 2010
miércoles, 14 de abril de 2010
I'll be around
¡Toma temazos!
Tema original en Soul Train, ahí es ná:
Video y letra:
(phone rings)
Lady: Ragtop records may I help you?
Fly: Can I speak to Fo?
Lady: I moment please he's around.
4 Tay: Yo wassup?
Fly: Wassup Fo? I know you finished that cut for the radio.
4 Tay: As a matter of fact Fly I just finished it baby boy don't worry
about nothin I'll be around.
(4 Tay)
Regardless if I'm chillin backstage or on tour
With my homie Young Fly even Al B. Sure
Never hesitate to call me whenever I'm done
Cause homie I'm real and I'm always true to my loved ones
Too many wakes and funerals full of tears
You say there's something on your mind well here I'm all ears
Cause nobody thinking about the funk that you're choosin it
A lot of my homies stuck in the pen for life for losin it
Call up your folks you keep thinkin about home
Recorder keeps a peep and there's a block on the phone
And all of this is enough to make a brother's nerves bad
Reminds me of a situation that I once had
Spent that spent this endless relentless tremendous women on my jock
And don't nobody mindin business
He say she say throwin salt about it
And chooses to talk about you cause there's no one else to talk about
Talk about the show and the flow and all the clout
Then be real with yourself and talk about and turned it out
It's not hard to compete when his name is poppin
A scared man can never win that's why I stay clockin
Fools be huffin and puffin don't wanna see me about nothin I'm down
And if you ever need me Fly I'll be around
Whenever you call me I'll be there
Whenever you want me I'll be there
Whenever you need me I'll be there
I'll be around
(talking)
Cause I'll be around you know I love you boy
Life ain't based on peaches and cream
This new generation lost a whole lot of dreams
Future doctors, producers and mothers
The list goes on but now we killin our brothers
And if we killin our brothers that means we're killin our own kind
These kids is watchin now it goes to their mind
Rat tat a tat cause you got a gat
Then they want a gat you livin like that?
Moms ain't cookin she worked the week straight
If anything she's the one that deserves a hot plate
The ghetto the ghetto ain't nothin to dream about
Tryin to get out now that's somethin to think about
Fools might disagree but I'm a stay sucka free
Now I'm so black so strong they can't fade me
Blacks are blacks worst enemy there's still no remedy
You got me for a grip do you call yourself kin of me?
Jealousy envy I see it in your eyes
Tell me what's wrong with seeing a black man rise
I keep it funky it's pretty hard to miss it now is it explicit
A message for the mind and the moral of statistics
So I'm doin what we call a roll call
Talkin about the ones who won't rap then take a downfall
I spit the street life and then I go underground
You silly it's called versatility and I'll be around
(chorus)
(Talking)
Yeah all you bustas yeah I was down but I'll be around
Things are gettin crucial you gotta exercise your mind
Or learn about life before you're left behind
But how you gonna get it right when you're not doin right
When you get mad all you want is a gunfight
This tension causes a gang of madness
Now you want funk that results to sadness
Sadness results to a lot of revenge
And you're so called friends really ain't you're friends
So how do you know who you're able to trust
If you think about the past look what happened to us
I never trust no one I only trust myself
Or I would've been a victim like everyone else
In friendship or hardship whenever you need me
Just give me a call G I won't deceive thee
These fools be shakin best believe they're fakin
Just tryin to get a grip of all the money you're makin
This ain't race a mind is a terrible thing to waste
I drop the rap and J drops the bass
To the flow cause ain't nobody get with Fo
I'm a down young brother comin straight outta Frisco
Droppin a message out of love to your town
Love your brothers and sisters and I'll be around
Tema original en Soul Train, ahí es ná:
Video y letra:
(phone rings)
Lady: Ragtop records may I help you?
Fly: Can I speak to Fo?
Lady: I moment please he's around.
4 Tay: Yo wassup?
Fly: Wassup Fo? I know you finished that cut for the radio.
4 Tay: As a matter of fact Fly I just finished it baby boy don't worry
about nothin I'll be around.
(4 Tay)
Regardless if I'm chillin backstage or on tour
With my homie Young Fly even Al B. Sure
Never hesitate to call me whenever I'm done
Cause homie I'm real and I'm always true to my loved ones
Too many wakes and funerals full of tears
You say there's something on your mind well here I'm all ears
Cause nobody thinking about the funk that you're choosin it
A lot of my homies stuck in the pen for life for losin it
Call up your folks you keep thinkin about home
Recorder keeps a peep and there's a block on the phone
And all of this is enough to make a brother's nerves bad
Reminds me of a situation that I once had
Spent that spent this endless relentless tremendous women on my jock
And don't nobody mindin business
He say she say throwin salt about it
And chooses to talk about you cause there's no one else to talk about
Talk about the show and the flow and all the clout
Then be real with yourself and talk about and turned it out
It's not hard to compete when his name is poppin
A scared man can never win that's why I stay clockin
Fools be huffin and puffin don't wanna see me about nothin I'm down
And if you ever need me Fly I'll be around
Whenever you call me I'll be there
Whenever you want me I'll be there
Whenever you need me I'll be there
I'll be around
(talking)
Cause I'll be around you know I love you boy
Life ain't based on peaches and cream
This new generation lost a whole lot of dreams
Future doctors, producers and mothers
The list goes on but now we killin our brothers
And if we killin our brothers that means we're killin our own kind
These kids is watchin now it goes to their mind
Rat tat a tat cause you got a gat
Then they want a gat you livin like that?
Moms ain't cookin she worked the week straight
If anything she's the one that deserves a hot plate
The ghetto the ghetto ain't nothin to dream about
Tryin to get out now that's somethin to think about
Fools might disagree but I'm a stay sucka free
Now I'm so black so strong they can't fade me
Blacks are blacks worst enemy there's still no remedy
You got me for a grip do you call yourself kin of me?
Jealousy envy I see it in your eyes
Tell me what's wrong with seeing a black man rise
I keep it funky it's pretty hard to miss it now is it explicit
A message for the mind and the moral of statistics
So I'm doin what we call a roll call
Talkin about the ones who won't rap then take a downfall
I spit the street life and then I go underground
You silly it's called versatility and I'll be around
(chorus)
(Talking)
Yeah all you bustas yeah I was down but I'll be around
Things are gettin crucial you gotta exercise your mind
Or learn about life before you're left behind
But how you gonna get it right when you're not doin right
When you get mad all you want is a gunfight
This tension causes a gang of madness
Now you want funk that results to sadness
Sadness results to a lot of revenge
And you're so called friends really ain't you're friends
So how do you know who you're able to trust
If you think about the past look what happened to us
I never trust no one I only trust myself
Or I would've been a victim like everyone else
In friendship or hardship whenever you need me
Just give me a call G I won't deceive thee
These fools be shakin best believe they're fakin
Just tryin to get a grip of all the money you're makin
This ain't race a mind is a terrible thing to waste
I drop the rap and J drops the bass
To the flow cause ain't nobody get with Fo
I'm a down young brother comin straight outta Frisco
Droppin a message out of love to your town
Love your brothers and sisters and I'll be around
lunes, 12 de abril de 2010
Oakland be the paradise where the players play
Bueno, acabo de sacarme el carnet de conducir (menudo relax), así que os voy a dejar un temita de esos que nos gustan que pienso bumpear a muerte en el coche con las ventanillas bajadas, jejejeje. ¡Ahora a por el Impala!
Estaba esperando una ocasión especial para poner este temazo:
Estaba esperando una ocasión especial para poner este temazo:
lunes, 5 de abril de 2010
I lay down my head
Para dias en los que nada sale como uno quiere, esta mierda por lo menos me relaja y anima:
No pongo el video porque lo que he encontrado en el tube es de muy baja calidad.
No pongo el video porque lo que he encontrado en el tube es de muy baja calidad.
domingo, 28 de marzo de 2010
West Coast Anthem
Unos que crecieron a la sombra de Dre junto a otro que crecio a la sombra de estos. Y asi todo queda en casa, y de paso, tenemos temazo para el domingo.
viernes, 26 de marzo de 2010
Same guerrilla tactics ova hurr pockets swollen
Acitud noventera, sonido actual. Hip hop ain't dead, just move to the dirty south.
lunes, 22 de marzo de 2010
Just tryin to live my live, no matter the price
Esta entrada de Cash Bandana me ha dejado pensando en cual es mi tema favorito de Devin The Dude. Tarea compleja y dificil porque resulta que a pesar de no haberle dedicado una entrada (como Mc Breed o Ice T), Devin sencillamente es uno de mi favoritos. A pesar de que no fumo hierba y no me paso el dia bebiendo, este tio es de lo que mas me llega y relaja con sus letras aparentemente sencillas y superficiales (toda una discografia hablando sobre sexo, coches, hierba y cerveza en su mayoria) pero, si eres capaz de leer de leer entre lineas tocan temas profundos cercanos al desarraigo.
Un temita to chill de esos que gustan cuando estas down & out.
Letraza:
"What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
You probably don't have a big old house on the hill
But if you did just imagine how it would feel
If your phone got disconnected, no cash, and ya gas cut off
And the gal that you had that was helping just stepped the fuck off
She took the kid, the dog, and the kitty
And everybody know you're at a low they feel pity
And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal
No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show cuz it's formal
And you wonder why why why why why
And you resort to gettin high
But damn, you can't find ya stash
And you never took the time to ask yourself
Estribillo
You probably don't have a lot of money
But if you did would you find it funny
If you lent, and you spent it, and you didn't invest
Or put it in the bank so we can gain some interest
You just went and copped the biggest car you could find
And a couple more just like it so your friends could follow behind
Never mind how much it costs, you copped the best weed to smoke
And for her a fur coat
You got jet skis and boats
And next thing you're broke (damn)
And the yacht that you got, it won't sail or float
You look back and try to catch someone's attention for help
You made a right at the light and they made a left and you ask yourself
Estribillo
Why they do me that way
Yeah
Hey hey hey
Ain't no more doobies in the tray
What you gonna do when the people go home (home home home)
Wanna smoke some weed but the reefer's all gone (gone gone gone)
What you gonna do when your friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but your end's all gone (gone gone gone gone)
All gone"
Un temita to chill de esos que gustan cuando estas down & out.
Letraza:
"What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
You probably don't have a big old house on the hill
But if you did just imagine how it would feel
If your phone got disconnected, no cash, and ya gas cut off
And the gal that you had that was helping just stepped the fuck off
She took the kid, the dog, and the kitty
And everybody know you're at a low they feel pity
And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal
No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show cuz it's formal
And you wonder why why why why why
And you resort to gettin high
But damn, you can't find ya stash
And you never took the time to ask yourself
Estribillo
You probably don't have a lot of money
But if you did would you find it funny
If you lent, and you spent it, and you didn't invest
Or put it in the bank so we can gain some interest
You just went and copped the biggest car you could find
And a couple more just like it so your friends could follow behind
Never mind how much it costs, you copped the best weed to smoke
And for her a fur coat
You got jet skis and boats
And next thing you're broke (damn)
And the yacht that you got, it won't sail or float
You look back and try to catch someone's attention for help
You made a right at the light and they made a left and you ask yourself
Estribillo
Why they do me that way
Yeah
Hey hey hey
Ain't no more doobies in the tray
What you gonna do when the people go home (home home home)
Wanna smoke some weed but the reefer's all gone (gone gone gone)
What you gonna do when your friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but your end's all gone (gone gone gone gone)
All gone"
sábado, 20 de marzo de 2010
Mires donde mires, no hay amor
De vuelta a lo mismo: el mensaje. Que no se te olvide nunca, el rap es profundamente antisistema. Punto.
viernes, 19 de marzo de 2010
Que alguien me enseñe a bailar C-Walk
¡Actualizando esto a la de ya!
A partir de ahora prometo dos-tres entradas por semana que esto coja ritmo y podamos disfrutar (si alguien me lee) de esta música que amamos.
Y viendo que aun no había puesto nada de ellos todavía a pesar de que salen en la portada del blog, pues aprovecho.
Curiosamente, cuando empecé a indagar y descubrir el West Coast, WC fue (junto a Mack 10) uno de los que se me escapo de primeras, y fue mas tarde cuando lo descubrí. Lo se, no tiene nombre ni perdón, pero aquí nadie nace sabiendo, así que no voy a engañar a nadie.
Menudo temita se curra aquí, se de unos que no salen bien parados...y recordad, aunque todo tiene mil puntos de vista y distintas interpretaciones, la policía siempre será el perro del Estado, así que vigilar vuestra espalda porque ellos no lo van a hacer cuando llegue el momento, que les jodan a los Locales de Granada:
A partir de ahora prometo dos-tres entradas por semana que esto coja ritmo y podamos disfrutar (si alguien me lee) de esta música que amamos.
Y viendo que aun no había puesto nada de ellos todavía a pesar de que salen en la portada del blog, pues aprovecho.
Curiosamente, cuando empecé a indagar y descubrir el West Coast, WC fue (junto a Mack 10) uno de los que se me escapo de primeras, y fue mas tarde cuando lo descubrí. Lo se, no tiene nombre ni perdón, pero aquí nadie nace sabiendo, así que no voy a engañar a nadie.
Menudo temita se curra aquí, se de unos que no salen bien parados...y recordad, aunque todo tiene mil puntos de vista y distintas interpretaciones, la policía siempre será el perro del Estado, así que vigilar vuestra espalda porque ellos no lo van a hacer cuando llegue el momento, que les jodan a los Locales de Granada:
