B.B Dogg, best known to hardcore Hot Mont fans as The Man Who Faked the Arc… Read Full Bio ↴B.B Dogg, best known to hardcore Hot Mont fans as The Man Who Faked the Arctic Circle Tour of 2001 is working on an album of original blues and r&b tunes...and , damn, it's good! "The Dogg" is not doggin' it on this one!
As a great blues guitarist and vocalist in his own right, no one still knows why Lawrence Park legend B.B. Dogg along with his ever-present sidekick "Rupert Snap Dogg" (alias Saxomaniac) bothered to foist himself on the unsuspecting Alaska public as 'Hot Mont' in the ill-fated 2001 Arctic Circle Tour. This was once believed to be a legitimate tour of the four original members of the Hot Mont band.
This B.B. Dogg cat really pulled over a good one... most of us bought into the Alaska/Yukon tour stories!
Below: Albums 'One Blue Shoe' & 'Shaky Puddin' reviewed by by Bill Del Rumple / 2005
Every decade, a few albums come along that defy all time or stylistic precepts. Some examples, among others, might be The Beatles "Sgt. Pepper" in the sixties; or Stevie Wonder's "Songs in the Key of Life" in the seventies. What causes these old records to be so highly revered ? Is it the sound quality?...probably not... Is it the singing?...maybe...Is it the production?...definitely a factor...but...is it the great songs?...most definitely!
As the next few months unfold, B.B. Dogg's "One Blue Shoe" will be released & is destined to be one of those albums. From "Shaky Puddin" (a timeless tribute to a local rock-n-roll goddess) to the more pensive and brooding cuts "One Blue Shoe" and "What Are You Still Doin' Here", all of this remarkable music seems to resonate with music lovers of all ages. Another cut that stands out is "Cab Driver" featuring the unique "moe-moe-moe" background vocals.
Although you won't actually see the "blue shoe guitars" onstage, the show is reportedly "exciting and unusual" to say the least, featuring dance routines developed by Rupert Snap Dogg.
Syndicated talk show host & veteran blues player Wyan Lantz said: "This is the best example of disenchanted old rockers recording a blues album I've heard in years!".
B.B Dogg ...the band...is currently touring blues bars in South Florida to rave reviews.
Source: Official Hot Mont News Item - B.B. Dogg
Blues with a sense of humor. All original good time funk, rock and traditional blues tunes.
CDBaby: B.B. Dogg 'One Blue Shoe'
As a great blues guitarist and vocalist in his own right, no one still knows why Lawrence Park legend B.B. Dogg along with his ever-present sidekick "Rupert Snap Dogg" (alias Saxomaniac) bothered to foist himself on the unsuspecting Alaska public as 'Hot Mont' in the ill-fated 2001 Arctic Circle Tour. This was once believed to be a legitimate tour of the four original members of the Hot Mont band.
This B.B. Dogg cat really pulled over a good one... most of us bought into the Alaska/Yukon tour stories!
Below: Albums 'One Blue Shoe' & 'Shaky Puddin' reviewed by by Bill Del Rumple / 2005
Every decade, a few albums come along that defy all time or stylistic precepts. Some examples, among others, might be The Beatles "Sgt. Pepper" in the sixties; or Stevie Wonder's "Songs in the Key of Life" in the seventies. What causes these old records to be so highly revered ? Is it the sound quality?...probably not... Is it the singing?...maybe...Is it the production?...definitely a factor...but...is it the great songs?...most definitely!
As the next few months unfold, B.B. Dogg's "One Blue Shoe" will be released & is destined to be one of those albums. From "Shaky Puddin" (a timeless tribute to a local rock-n-roll goddess) to the more pensive and brooding cuts "One Blue Shoe" and "What Are You Still Doin' Here", all of this remarkable music seems to resonate with music lovers of all ages. Another cut that stands out is "Cab Driver" featuring the unique "moe-moe-moe" background vocals.
Although you won't actually see the "blue shoe guitars" onstage, the show is reportedly "exciting and unusual" to say the least, featuring dance routines developed by Rupert Snap Dogg.
Syndicated talk show host & veteran blues player Wyan Lantz said: "This is the best example of disenchanted old rockers recording a blues album I've heard in years!".
B.B Dogg ...the band...is currently touring blues bars in South Florida to rave reviews.
Source: Official Hot Mont News Item - B.B. Dogg
Blues with a sense of humor. All original good time funk, rock and traditional blues tunes.
CDBaby: B.B. Dogg 'One Blue Shoe'
Downtown
B.B. Dogg Lyrics
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Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again, or somethin', huh?
We got the fuckin' money and they don't got the fuckin' stuff?
I tell you man, they fuck with Tray, ayo Daz Dillinger, Corleone (yeah)
They don't know us
Vision eighty-eight kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Runnin' illegal business, racketeering
Smugglin', doin' things from handling the gun is what they fearin'
Bodyguards and hitmans like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots where it take place
If you short on my money, your ass is gettin' filleted
There's four major gangs that run the city of G's
The Violators, the Gambinos and the Corleones and me
The Violators and Gambinos, they run uptown
Me and my cousin Corleone, we run downtown
Murder's an every day thing in the city
Where you gotta clock chips, jack robberies and doin' hits
Ton, Eighty, and Nate, in charge of the weapons
Hit from verandahs and do our thing unexpected
So we plan a plot with an Uzi and ten shot
Buck 'em 'til they all drop, circle 'round the block
Let 'em have it as soon as they come out
Unload on they ass, commence to takin' 'em out (out)
Throughout the streets of Long Beach
The streets was infested with drugs, dope peddlers and addicts (yeah)
Gangs have taken over seventy-five percent of our town
As the young youth behavior is outrageous with crime
They feel no remorse whatsoever
As the law enforcements have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs
From comin' into our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more than ninety-five percent
And the drug amount of which they make
Is more than seven hundred million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town
I been around since the Jumpstreet makin' it pop
Young crook keepin' hook, nigga shakin' the spot
Had to be a standout not to get ran out
Look for help, you help yourself 'cause ain't no handout
Since the city Long Beach is only Gs and hoes
You hold on your heat for them fiendish foes
Trust, bust, be aware and I ain't your curse
'Cause the niggas that I dared to'll gank you first
Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my callin'
But long as I'm haulin', my heat I'm stallin' (shh)
I bring it to you hard from the streets of life
Where niggas get rewarded to grief with stripes
Don't speak on the creep, move, fools is listenin'
And war story glory ain't worth the riskin'
Real niggas still get a mob like respect
If you represent your set 'til you bite the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga, check the file
Under G you will see not to sweat my style
I'm takin' 'em out
Everybody, okay
Take a good fuckin' look at the bad guy
It's the last time you gonna see a bad guy look like this, huh
You know, I tell you, huh, Corleone
I come through blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin
Mashin', may they rest in peace in they caskets
Shoot 'em down in front of Hassans
Should've known from the gate, who's the baddest
In my zone, Don Corleone, wanted
For the murder of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter of months
Big business and big dollars is all that I want
I blaze up to celebrate, new empire to make
Toast, 'til we all die, 'til we burst and break
From knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight to reach dark, gettin' all the clucks to spark
From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they hearts
Make an example, what I said, you end up dead
Spray the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost dogs
Never reach until I see the blue sky 'til I die
All I ever want is to be left alone
Me, myself, me, my dope, me and my chrome
Got paid by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs
I tellin' you man, we do them good
And they don't do us good back, huh
But you know what a hustle is Don Corleone?
A hustle is a pig that don't fuckin' fly straight, okay?
They wanna play rough, huh? They wanna play rough, okay
Say hello to my little fuckin' friends
Okay, look at you now
You look like the fuckin' cockroaches now
DPG
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again, or somethin', huh?
We got the fuckin' money and they don't got the fuckin' stuff?
I tell you man, they fuck with Tray, ayo Daz Dillinger, Corleone (yeah)
They don't know us
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Runnin' illegal business, racketeering
Smugglin', doin' things from handling the gun is what they fearin'
Bodyguards and hitmans like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots where it take place
If you short on my money, your ass is gettin' filleted
There's four major gangs that run the city of G's
The Violators, the Gambinos and the Corleones and me
The Violators and Gambinos, they run uptown
Me and my cousin Corleone, we run downtown
Murder's an every day thing in the city
Where you gotta clock chips, jack robberies and doin' hits
Ton, Eighty, and Nate, in charge of the weapons
Hit from verandahs and do our thing unexpected
So we plan a plot with an Uzi and ten shot
Buck 'em 'til they all drop, circle 'round the block
Let 'em have it as soon as they come out
Unload on they ass, commence to takin' 'em out (out)
Throughout the streets of Long Beach
The streets was infested with drugs, dope peddlers and addicts (yeah)
Gangs have taken over seventy-five percent of our town
As the young youth behavior is outrageous with crime
They feel no remorse whatsoever
As the law enforcements have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs
From comin' into our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more than ninety-five percent
And the drug amount of which they make
Is more than seven hundred million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town
I been around since the Jumpstreet makin' it pop
Young crook keepin' hook, nigga shakin' the spot
Had to be a standout not to get ran out
Look for help, you help yourself 'cause ain't no handout
Since the city Long Beach is only Gs and hoes
You hold on your heat for them fiendish foes
Trust, bust, be aware and I ain't your curse
'Cause the niggas that I dared to'll gank you first
Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my callin'
But long as I'm haulin', my heat I'm stallin' (shh)
I bring it to you hard from the streets of life
Where niggas get rewarded to grief with stripes
Don't speak on the creep, move, fools is listenin'
And war story glory ain't worth the riskin'
Real niggas still get a mob like respect
If you represent your set 'til you bite the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga, check the file
Under G you will see not to sweat my style
I'm takin' 'em out
Everybody, okay
Take a good fuckin' look at the bad guy
It's the last time you gonna see a bad guy look like this, huh
You know, I tell you, huh, Corleone
I come through blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin
Mashin', may they rest in peace in they caskets
Shoot 'em down in front of Hassans
Should've known from the gate, who's the baddest
In my zone, Don Corleone, wanted
For the murder of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter of months
Big business and big dollars is all that I want
I blaze up to celebrate, new empire to make
Toast, 'til we all die, 'til we burst and break
From knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight to reach dark, gettin' all the clucks to spark
From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they hearts
Make an example, what I said, you end up dead
Spray the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost dogs
Never reach until I see the blue sky 'til I die
All I ever want is to be left alone
Me, myself, me, my dope, me and my chrome
Got paid by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs
I tellin' you man, we do them good
And they don't do us good back, huh
But you know what a hustle is Don Corleone?
A hustle is a pig that don't fuckin' fly straight, okay?
They wanna play rough, huh? They wanna play rough, okay
Say hello to my little fuckin' friends
Okay, look at you now
You look like the fuckin' cockroaches now
DPG
The lyrics of B.B. Dogg's song "Downtown" touch upon themes of organized crime, drug trafficking, and the harsh realities of life in the city. The song portrays a gritty and violent world where power and money reign supreme. The opening lines give a glimpse into the frustration and anger of the singer, who feels that they are being underestimated and disrespected by their rivals.
The lyrics then delve into the details of a criminal empire, discussing the trade of cocaine and the street value it represents. The singer boasts about their illegal activities, including running illegal businesses, smuggling, and handling firearms. They mention the presence of bodyguards and hitmen, drawing a parallel to notorious gangsters like Al Capone. The city is divided into different gangs, with the Violators, Gambinos, Corleones, and the singer's cousin running different territories.
The second verse highlights the prevalence of crime and violence in the city of Long Beach, where drugs, gangs, and murder have taken over. The lyrics emphasize the lack of remorse and the aggressive nature of the characters involved. The rising murder rates and the staggering amounts of money made from drug trafficking are mentioned. The singer seems to revel in their reputation and the fear they instill in others.
Throughout the song, there is a sense of defiance and pride in their criminal lifestyle. The lyrics reflect a world where survival is a constant battle, and individuals must constantly be on guard and ready to protect themselves with violence.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Delmar Arnaud, Tracey Davis
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