Dr. Alban is a Swedish musician and producer with his own record label Dr. … Read Full Bio ↴Dr. Alban is a Swedish musician and producer with his own record label Dr. Records. His music can best be described as hip-hop reggae with a dance hall style.
Dr. Alban (born August 26, 1957 as Alban Nwapa in Nigeria) grew up listening to Fela Kuti and James Brown. At age 23, he began studying dentistry. In order to be able to finance his university studies the music-loving medical student started making his own music. During this time Alban worked as a DJ in the well known Stockholm club 'Alphabet Street'. Very quickly his name became widely known, especially since Alban often sang to the records he put on the turntable as a DJ. DJ René couldn't help but notice him and so the highly intelligent medical student was discovered. But first Alban finished his studies and even opened his own dentistry practice.
In 1990, he met Denniz PoP from the SweMix label. Alban laid aside his dentist's drill and realised his dream. Together with Denniz and Rap-Queen Leila K, his first record, Hello Africa - his declaration of love for his African home - broke all records. Alban Nwapa became Dr. Alban. His debut-album Hello Africa sold roughly 1 million copies world-wide.
One year later this success was surpassed by the second album One Love. 1.6 million singles of the song It's My Life were sold.
The album immediately sold over 1.7 million units. Then followed the albums Look Who's Talking and Born In Africa. All in all, Dr. Alban can look back on world-wide sales of over 5 million albums and over 6 million singles, which resulted in 7 times Silver, 30 times Gold and 30 times Platinum. His hit No Coke was even used to illustrate an anti-drugs campaign in Sweden.
After a re-release of No Coke, Dr. Alban confirmed his Euro dance style with his hits Look Who's Talking and Let The Beat Go On.
He created his own record company 'dr.records', on which he released Born in Africa, the first CD recorded completely in his studios. He became the producer of many artists such as La Cream.
More recently, his voice was featured on Sash!'s single Colour The World.
In 2000, he released the album titled Prescription.
In 2002 Dr. Alban featured Yamboo to release a remix for Sing Hallelujah!.
In 2007 Dr. Alban released the album titled Back To Basics.
Official website: http://www.dralban.net/
Dr. Alban (born August 26, 1957 as Alban Nwapa in Nigeria) grew up listening to Fela Kuti and James Brown. At age 23, he began studying dentistry. In order to be able to finance his university studies the music-loving medical student started making his own music. During this time Alban worked as a DJ in the well known Stockholm club 'Alphabet Street'. Very quickly his name became widely known, especially since Alban often sang to the records he put on the turntable as a DJ. DJ René couldn't help but notice him and so the highly intelligent medical student was discovered. But first Alban finished his studies and even opened his own dentistry practice.
In 1990, he met Denniz PoP from the SweMix label. Alban laid aside his dentist's drill and realised his dream. Together with Denniz and Rap-Queen Leila K, his first record, Hello Africa - his declaration of love for his African home - broke all records. Alban Nwapa became Dr. Alban. His debut-album Hello Africa sold roughly 1 million copies world-wide.
One year later this success was surpassed by the second album One Love. 1.6 million singles of the song It's My Life were sold.
The album immediately sold over 1.7 million units. Then followed the albums Look Who's Talking and Born In Africa. All in all, Dr. Alban can look back on world-wide sales of over 5 million albums and over 6 million singles, which resulted in 7 times Silver, 30 times Gold and 30 times Platinum. His hit No Coke was even used to illustrate an anti-drugs campaign in Sweden.
After a re-release of No Coke, Dr. Alban confirmed his Euro dance style with his hits Look Who's Talking and Let The Beat Go On.
He created his own record company 'dr.records', on which he released Born in Africa, the first CD recorded completely in his studios. He became the producer of many artists such as La Cream.
More recently, his voice was featured on Sash!'s single Colour The World.
In 2000, he released the album titled Prescription.
In 2002 Dr. Alban featured Yamboo to release a remix for Sing Hallelujah!.
In 2007 Dr. Alban released the album titled Back To Basics.
Official website: http://www.dralban.net/
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Dr. Alban Lyrics
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Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect yo' ass
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
Make you bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin' on the easiest streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay low-key
B-G 'cause you lost all your homies' love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you
(You better raise up)
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about (you better raise up)
We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go (you better, you-you, you better)
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker (you better raise up)
(Better raise up) (Dogg)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a Dogg brings me to another day
Play, with my bone would you Timmy?
It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
Well here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was a 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg, oh is he crazy?
With your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby"
So what that let you know?
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
I'm hollerin', "187" with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch (biatch)
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit and get yo' motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga?
Step on up, now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherfucker (shit done hit the fan) (Dogg)
Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Musta thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made you speak what you spoke (yeah)
Ayo Dre (what up?) Chip this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While you're onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concert
And I'ma snatch yo' ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride
Now you might not understand me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon' creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homie, you best check yo' self
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah, nigga
So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed
Bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
(Oh-ooh)
(Oh, yeah, yeah) Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
(Oh) Droppin' chronic once again
(Yeah-yeah, yeah) It don't stop
(Oh) punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
(Yeah, yeah) Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah (I don't, no, no-no-no-no, ayy)
Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house (Long Beach)
Yeah, yeah (Compton)
Straight up, really doe (Death Row is in the house, yeah)
(Oh-Oh, yeah) Breakin' all them suckas off somethin' real proper-like
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
(Oh, whoa, whoa) All the sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E
(Oh, yeah-yeah) Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
(Oh-Oh) Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah (yeah)
(Oh yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah) (Dogg)
(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect yo' ass
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
Make you bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin' on the easiest streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay low-key
B-G 'cause you lost all your homies' love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you
(You better raise up)
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about (you better raise up)
We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go (you better, you-you, you better)
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker (you better raise up)
(Better raise up) (Dogg)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a Dogg brings me to another day
Play, with my bone would you Timmy?
It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
Well here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was a 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg, oh is he crazy?
With your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby"
So what that let you know?
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
I'm hollerin', "187" with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch (biatch)
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit and get yo' motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga?
Step on up, now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherfucker (shit done hit the fan) (Dogg)
Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Musta thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made you speak what you spoke (yeah)
Ayo Dre (what up?) Chip this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While you're onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concert
And I'ma snatch yo' ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride
Now you might not understand me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon' creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homie, you best check yo' self
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah, nigga
So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed
Bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
(Oh-ooh)
(Oh, yeah, yeah) Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
(Oh) Droppin' chronic once again
(Yeah-yeah, yeah) It don't stop
(Oh) punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
(Yeah, yeah) Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah (I don't, no, no-no-no-no, ayy)
Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house (Long Beach)
Yeah, yeah (Compton)
Straight up, really doe (Death Row is in the house, yeah)
(Oh-Oh, yeah) Breakin' all them suckas off somethin' real proper-like
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
(Oh, whoa, whoa) All the sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E
(Oh, yeah-yeah) Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
(Oh-Oh) Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah (yeah)
(Oh yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah) (Dogg)
(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
The lyrics to Dr. Dre's song "Bitches Ain't Shit" are filled with aggression and disdain towards someone who used to be a friend but has now turned against him. The song is a response to the betrayal and disrespect he has experienced. The lyrics suggest that this person, referred to as "Mista Busta," has lost the respect and loyalty of the people they grew up with. Dr. Dre is now seeking vengeance and wants to make sure that "Mista Busta" pays for his actions.
The lyrics contain explicit language and violent imagery, reflecting the anger and frustration Dr. Dre feels towards his former friend. He wants to humiliate and degrade "Mista Busta" by making him bow down and submit to his authority. The lyrics also mention the animosity between Dr. Dre and his rival record label Death Row, implying that any act of disrespect towards him will have severe consequences.
Overall, the lyrics portray a sense of betrayal and a desire for revenge. Dr. Dre's use of explicit language and aggression adds to the intensity of the song, emphasizing his anger and determination to retaliate against those who have wronged him.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Cordazar Calvin Jr. Broadus, David Lee Spradley, Garry Marshall Shider, George Jr. Clinton
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Др. Албаан Вы всегда крутой!
Bogdan Predoiu
very nice beat!:)
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i love ALBAN
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good song dr. Alban
Александр Хабаров
Албан красавчик!
Edin Fifić
What happened to the good old Dr. Alban whose greatest hits were about ideals, morals, human rights? Did he also jump on that bandwagon of drugs, sex and alcohol? You were an artist. This (drugs, sex and alcohol) is not art. It's merely playing to people's lowest and most primitive interests.
Maybe I was wrong about Dr. Alban from the beginning.
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I agree, from Russia.
Goye
I like the Dr. Alban part at the beginning
Pirat
DR.Alban MASTER