Hups. E-40 - In a Major Way (95) löytyy warena, mut pääs unohtuu, että äijähän on tehnyt työtä Spice 1:sen ja muitten kanssa :P. San Quinnista en tiennyt, että on noinkin "konkari" :D. Keak Da Sneak imee munaa oikein olan takaa, ei ainakaan minulle kolahda.
Eikö LA ole bayareaan kuuluvaa? Vai onko bay oakland, sacramento alueella?
ps. too shortkaan ei ole tehnyt kunnon levyä pitkiin aikoihin :P
Fitnesstukku koodi pakkotoisto15. veli on ostanut Mr. Clean - Bayarea miksauksia (lifesaver) aika paljon, mutta se musa on enintään keskinkertaista.
Ei kuulu LA Bayareaan, tämän totesivat jo Celly cel ja Cj Mac biisissä -L.A. to the Bay.
Bayareaan kuuluvat Frisco, Oakland, Sacramento, Richmond, Vallejo, Fairfield, Hayward, San Jose jne.
L.A. kuuluvat just Compton, LB, Pomona, Watts, Inglewood, West Covina, South Central jne.
Too Shortin viimenen kova oli kyllä -Gettin it (96) - ja siitä on kyllä jo kauan.
Muutama biisi ollut sen jälkeen ihan kuunneltavissa, silti kokonaisuutena levyt olleet melkoisia pettymyksiä.
Keak Da Sneakilta tykkään -Sneakacydal levystä, myös 3x Krazy ajan tavara menee osittain. Ainakin klassikko -Sick-O, Stackin chips ja Immortalized.
Myös Agermanin -Success The Best Revenge (99)- on ihan kuunneltavissa, toi B.A:n Block Report(02) on jäänyt vielä tsekkaamatta.
Loppuun kevennyksenä lyriikoita C-Bo:n 357 kipaleesta.
My first name is Smith my last name is Wesson
but in yo hood I'm known as 357
have yo neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man
an have Clark Kent thinkin that he's superman
wit six in the cylinders chambers I'm the cup of curs that got ya
feelin like the ultimate banger
but some fools misuse my abilities doin drive by shootin everything
they see
I'm quick to cap it in yo life if you tempt me
playin Russian ruelet but is the cylinder empty,
fully loaded fool, you shouldn't have been trippin,
then you wouldn't be holdin yo head in yo hands to keep yo brains from
drippin,
I'm a lethal weapon registered in everythang,
used by the police, dope dealers an yo local gang,
I'm the hardest mutha fucka alive, right in front of yo eyes, kill any
man wit the quickness now who the fuck am I?
Mr. Tre-five-seven, I send that ass to heaven,
quick to murder mutha fuckaz, an quick to pull 211's,
I turn a big bad nigga into a cowardly lion,
an if he's thinkin about jackin, boy I'll keep his ass from tryin,
see I don't give a fuck, pull the trigga an I'll buck,
when you rollin wit tre-five, fool, whoever steps is suicide,
I never been a snitch, but if you do some crazy shit,
you besta have a hankerchief to wipe the finger prints off yo grip,
cuz if you down I'm down, fool, it ain't no half-steppin,
I'm a leathal weapon, juss point me in his direction,
an ain't no tellin who I'll hit so you niggaz better run,
I'm Mr. Tre-five-seven, that's any kind of killaz gun.
No one can hang, I'm the downest on this earth,
no regrets, no sorrows, no remorse when I burst,
I hang on the side of your task force an the waist of yo neighborhood
killaz,
might catch me up under the seat, or ridin in the lap of yo dope
dealaz,
I'm known to robbin banks, jewlery stores, an 7-11's,
some use me for protection, an some use me for 1-8-7's,
it's best to call the police if you think you see me comin,
but whatever you don't run cuz you might tempt me to start gunnin,
I kill at will, quick to spill guts when I bust,
an when a habit drops, you mutha fuckaz can't touch,
mo deadlier than a pitbull, when you locked up in my sight,
so stay up outta my path, an beware because I bite.