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West Coast Rap
West Coast rap is a style of music that emerged in California in 1979. It has since grown into a sub-genre of hip-hop and has developed several creative centers, most of which are communities in California. Pioneers of the genre include Disco Daddy and Captain Rapp, however the west coast would receive more notoriety in the mid-eighties, when Ice T and especially N.W.A, ignited gangsta rap. N.W.A's controversial debut album even prompted a letter from the FBI. Read Full BioWest Coast rap is a style of music that emerged in California in 1979. It has since grown into a sub-genre of hip-hop and has developed several creative centers, most of which are communities in California. Pioneers of the genre include Disco Daddy and Captain Rapp, however the west coast would receive more notoriety in the mid-eighties, when Ice T and especially N.W.A, ignited gangsta rap. N.W.A's controversial debut album even prompted a letter from the FBI. It dominated the hip-hop air waves in the early and mid-1990s, along with G-funk. Some consider the release of Dr. Dre's The Chronic to be the peak of west coast rap.
In the mid-90's, feuds emerged between high-profile west coast and east coast rappers, namely 2Pac and Biggie Smalls. The two former collaborators began to beef after 2Pac claimed Biggie and Sean "P-Diddy" Combs were responsible for him being shot outside of a Manhattan recording studio in 1994. The two released several incendiary diss tracks aimed at each other, including Biggies's "Who Shot Ya" and Pac's "Hit 'Em Up," and the feud would come to cut both of their careers tragically short.
Following the death of 2Pac, West coast rap went through a decline in popularity as rappers like Eminem, Jay-Z, 50 Cent, and Kanye West came to dominate the mainstream audience. Rappers from the South, particularly Atlanta and Houston, began to rise up as well, including OutKast (Andre 3000 and Big Boi) and Lil Wayne. West Coast pride has recently experienced a revival with artists like Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, and Schoolboy Q, who are all signed to Top Dawg Entertainment.
The cultural nexus of West Coast hip hop is usually considered to be the greater Los Angeles area, but it can also include the Inland Empire, the Bay Area, Sacramento, San Diego, Fresno, Las Vegas, Phoenix, Portland, Seattle, and even Denver.
Stylistically, West coast rap differed from its East coast counterpart in a variety of ways. The West coast favored melodic synthesizers, slow beats with deep bass, funky grooves, and used unaltered samples less frequently. Today the differences between the coasts have become much less pronounced, and the fallout of the Biggie/2Pac beef has largely prevented any more major cross-coast feuds.
In the mid-90's, feuds emerged between high-profile west coast and east coast rappers, namely 2Pac and Biggie Smalls. The two former collaborators began to beef after 2Pac claimed Biggie and Sean "P-Diddy" Combs were responsible for him being shot outside of a Manhattan recording studio in 1994. The two released several incendiary diss tracks aimed at each other, including Biggies's "Who Shot Ya" and Pac's "Hit 'Em Up," and the feud would come to cut both of their careers tragically short.
Following the death of 2Pac, West coast rap went through a decline in popularity as rappers like Eminem, Jay-Z, 50 Cent, and Kanye West came to dominate the mainstream audience. Rappers from the South, particularly Atlanta and Houston, began to rise up as well, including OutKast (Andre 3000 and Big Boi) and Lil Wayne. West Coast pride has recently experienced a revival with artists like Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, and Schoolboy Q, who are all signed to Top Dawg Entertainment.
The cultural nexus of West Coast hip hop is usually considered to be the greater Los Angeles area, but it can also include the Inland Empire, the Bay Area, Sacramento, San Diego, Fresno, Las Vegas, Phoenix, Portland, Seattle, and even Denver.
Stylistically, West coast rap differed from its East coast counterpart in a variety of ways. The West coast favored melodic synthesizers, slow beats with deep bass, funky grooves, and used unaltered samples less frequently. Today the differences between the coasts have become much less pronounced, and the fallout of the Biggie/2Pac beef has largely prevented any more major cross-coast feuds.
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Still D.R.E.
by Dr. Dre
Yeah nigga
I'm still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
Guess who's back
Still doing that shit huh Dre?
(Oh for sho', check me out)
It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed
They wanna know how I feel about it
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name
I'm ahead of my game
Still puffing my leafs
Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life)
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Since I left ain't too much changed, still
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
Since Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still at it
After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hitting them corners on the lo-lo's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back (So if you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Right back up in ya mothafuckin' ass, 9-5 plus four pennies!
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog, no stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky icky, ooh wee!
Put it in the air, oh, you's a fool DR
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: SCOTT STORCH, SEAN CARTER, MELVIN BRADFORD, ANDRE YOUNG
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Dr. Dre
Yeah nigga
I'm still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
Guess who's back
Still doing that shit huh Dre?
(Oh for sho', check me out)
It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed
They wanna know how I feel about it
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name
I'm ahead of my game
Still puffing my leafs
Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life)
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Since I left ain't too much changed, still
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
Since Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still at it
After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hitting them corners on the lo-lo's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back (So if you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Right back up in ya mothafuckin' ass, 9-5 plus four pennies!
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog, no stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky icky, ooh wee!
Put it in the air, oh, you's a fool DR
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: SCOTT STORCH, SEAN CARTER, MELVIN BRADFORD, ANDRE YOUNG
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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