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.
Hace 5 años
domingo, 28 de marzo de 2010
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:
