Listening to the sound of los hermanos patchekos, the first question coming… Read Full Bio ↴Listening to the sound of los hermanos patchekos, the first question coming to your mind might be: what the hell are they doing there? The music of this eleven-piece-orchestra is rattling and rumbling, sometime it's dragging along, sometimes it races ahead frantically, always defying your expectation of what might be ahead. You will hear mediterranean melodies, carribean sounds, gstanzls from lower bavaria (home to both hornists, who are also part of a very traditional Bavarian Humpah-outfit called 'Eichberg Musi'), desert pop, minimal music played by far too many instruments, country, swing, tango, and then welcome to the jungle, baby. To name but a few stations on this musical voyage.

You're not entirely wrong if you call it ethnic-, world- or folk-music, but they just won't stick to one kind. Others might think that the label punk had to be in their somewhere. Some hermanos would heartily agree, others would call you a fool, no matter what label you put on them. And then they'd probably put a drink in your hand. They just pick up the good pieces wherever they find them, forming a sort of globalistic-trash-folk-extravaganza in the process.

But what's so terribly exciting about a band playing tango in 2003, you might ask. Nothing much, except the fact that you probably have never heard anyone do it the way they do it. While Senor G.Rag, the bandleader, is picking a precious vintage jazzguitar, Mr. Zelig, the drummer, is banging away on a pile of assorted trash, buckets, ashtrays and the like, thus producing rhythmic patterns any breakbeat programmer would be jealous of. Los hermanos believe that musical instruments, just like musical ideas, can be found anywhere: junkyards, toystores, music-houses, too, of corse. Musique concréte, if you will, in itself another piece of lost-and-found.
To get to the point: A very strange band is practicing musical originality with a rarely seen matter-of-factness. G.Rag y los Hermanos Patchekos is not about musical perfection or brilliant musicianship, although they know pretty well what they are doing - at least most of the time. Hornist Alois Schmelz would deserve to be called 'The Bavarian Miles Davies', that's how brilliant he is. Instead his fellow musicians call him 'Die Sau' (The Pig) because the beauty of his play can make you cry. They know their blues, certainly. But a lot more often los hermanos will make you laugh. And that's what it's really all about (besides proving that you can sing in a foreign language even if you can't speak it). Their prime directive is a very old and simple one: to let their audience feel alive and have a good time.

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I'm So Lonesome
G.Rag y Los Hermanos Patchekos Lyrics

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Wooooh
Yeah
Welcome to tha Church: Volume II
Exclusive 213 (uh hah hah, uh hah hah)
Got my nephew Nate Dogg in the house
Nate Dogg holla at 'em
Where you at?

Ridin' in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People reaching for stars
I just want me something natural
When you're alone it gets mighty cold
Don't act as if you did not know
She let me play with her heart
I'm working late I said I'll soon be home
All the while the girl was home alone
Let me tell you what she crying for
(Why?)
'Cause I'm fly

Yeah he super fly
Nate Dogg

Woah ohh ohh I'm fly, yeah

You know he super fly
But me I'm Snooper Dooper and I'm super duper fly
I'd be the greatest-est I know you waited this
And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous
And then you just slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way you gonna be-hiz-ave?
I know you're feeling all hurt inside
But won't you talk to a player
Let me help out your pride?
I'm like a counselor, a pastor, a priest or a psychologist
A shrink or a freak
Peep (my) my technique
I wear minks, gator boots
And I'm the the one that gets the loot
And I ain't afraid to shoot
And I love to toot toot
Beep beep as I slide up the street
I'm from the LBC
And I don't know what y'all done heard about me
But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too
I'm a real pimp player from the 213 crew
Now look here boo
If you gonna bang or hang with the Dogg
You best to get in
Holla at her Nate Dogg (Holla, holla)

Riding in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People reaching for stars
I just want me something natural (Is that right Nate Dogg?)
When you're alone it gets mighty cold
Don't act as if you did not know
She let me play with her heart
I'm working late I said I'll soon be home (Damn nigga)
All the while the girl was home alone
Let me tell you what she crying for
(What she cryin' for?)
'Cause I'm fly

Yeah he super fly
Nate Dogg

Woah ohh ohh I'm fly, yeah

Warren G
3 piece with a mink
Gotta think my shit stinks
Stacy Adams with a drink
Pockets pad up, they come from Brinks
So what the ladies wink
You the one in the Mercedes
Shotgun with the thing
Coat chillin', watching "The Lion King"
Crying and thangs
'Cause I'm with Snoop and Nate, singing, rhyming and things
I'm out late 'cause I'm grindin' for change
I ain't with dime for dames
Cock back and I'm trying to aim
At everything, that be hating my fame
Since regulating, been lacing the game
Ain't no mistake in the game
Two-one mother f'in dwizzle sippin' on the sizzle
And that's for shizzle
Four times for the riddles
You know these bars
Everywhere we go
You know who us are
You could tell by the car
Champagne, caviar
Bubble bath, I say I love you
And I laugh

Riding in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People reaching for stars
I just want me something natural
When you're alone it gets mighty cold
Don't act as if you did not know
She let me play with her heart
I'm working late I said I'll soon be home
All the while the girl was home alone
Let me tell you what she crying for
(Why?)
'Cause I'm fly

Yeah he super fly
Nate Dogg

Woah ohh ohh I'm fly, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of this song by Snoop Dogg tell the story of the rapper being in his car and listening to the radio when he hears a song by a girl about getting her heart broken. He simply wants something natural but also admits to playing with the heart of the girl he is involved with. He stresses on his super-fly status, which has caused the girl to cry. Nate Dogg chimes in and reassures the girl by offering her help with her pride, acting as her counselor, pastor, or psychologist. The lyrics go on to describe Warren G's persona, detailing his love for champagne, caviar, and bubble baths.

A key feature of the lyrics is the distinctive style of "G-Funk," which combines slower and smoother beats that are believed to originate from Parliament-Funkadelics. This style has been characterized by hip hop artists who embraced the “gangsta” life and was particularly popular among listeners of hip hop music. The reference to "213" in the song refers to the Long Beach area code, where both Snoop Dogg and Nate Dogg hailed from.

The lyrics of the song also suggest an underlying theme of toxic masculinity, with the singer bragging about being a pimp and not being afraid to shoot, adding to the stereotype of men in hip-hop always trying to assert their dominance. Other interpretations have focused on the emptiness that often accompanies the flashy and super-rich lifestyle.

Line by Line Meaning

Riding in my car
Driving my car

And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to music from the radio

I'm listening to a sad girl sing
I am listening to a woman singing a sad song

Sing about how she got her heart broke
She is singing a song about how someone broke her heart

People reaching for stars
People are trying to achieve their dreams

I just want me something natural
I am looking for something simple and genuine

When you're alone it gets mighty cold
It can feel very lonely when you're by yourself

Don't act as if you did not know
Don't pretend like you didn't know this already

She let me play with her heart
She allowed me to toy with her emotions

I'm working late I said I'll soon be home
I'm working until late and will be home soon

All the while the girl was home alone
The girl was left alone at home

Let me tell you what she crying for
Let me explain why she is crying

'Cause I'm fly
She is crying because I am attractive and confident

Yeah he super fly
He is extremely attractive

You know he super fly
You are aware of how attractive he is

But me I'm Snooper Dooper and I'm super duper fly
But I'm also really attractive, even more so than him

I'd be the greatest-est I know you waited this
I have the potential to be the best, I know you've been waiting for this

And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous
I wanted this to be grand and challenging

And then you just slide by and wiz-ave
But then you effortlessly passed by me

You on another piz-age
You are on another level

Is that the way you gonna be-hiz-ave?
Is that the way you're going to act?

I know you're feeling all hurt inside
I know you're feeling hurt

But won't you talk to a player
But why don't you talk to me, someone who knows how to handle the situation?

Let me help out your pride?
Can I assist you in boosting your self-esteem?

I'm like a counselor, a pastor, a priest or a psychologist
I'm like a therapist or advisor

A shrink or a freak
A therapist or someone who's unconventional

Peep (my) my technique
Check out my strategy

I wear minks, gator boots
I dress in expensive fur coats and alligator skin boots

And I'm the the one that gets the loot
I'm the one who earns money

And I ain't afraid to shoot
I'm not afraid to use firearms

And I love to toot toot
I love to enjoy myself and live my life to the fullest

Beep beep as I slide up the street
As I casually drive down the street

I'm from the LBC
I'm from Long Beach, California

And I don't know what y'all done heard about me
I don't know what rumors you've heard about me

But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too
But I'm a member of the Crips gang and I'm also a pimp

I'm a real pimp player from the 213 crew
I'm a true pimp from the 213 area code

Now look here boo
Now listen to me, dear

If you gonna bang or hang with the Dogg
If you're going to have sex or spend time with the Dogg

You best to get in
You better prepare yourself

Holla at her Nate Dogg (Holla, holla)
Talk to her, Nate Dogg

Warren G
Warren G is now speaking

3 piece with a mink
I'm wearing a suit jacket and pants with a fur coat

Gotta think my shit stinks
I'm prideful and think highly of myself

Stacy Adams with a drink
I'm wearing Stacy Adams dress shoes and sipping on a drink

Pockets pad up, they come from Brinks
I have a lot of money, I got it from the Brinks security company

So what the ladies wink
Women flirt with me

You the one in the Mercedes
You're the one driving the Mercedes

Shotgun with the thing
In the passenger seat with a gun

Coat chillin', watching "The Lion King"
My fur coat is hanging, and I'm watching "The Lion King"

Crying and thangs
Feeling emotional

'Cause I'm with Snoop and Nate, singing, rhyming and things
I'm hanging out with Snoop and Nate, and we're making music

I'm out late 'cause I'm grindin' for change
I'm staying out late because I'm working hard for money

I ain't with dime for dames
I'm not interested in cheap women

Cock back and I'm trying to aim
I'm getting ready to shoot a gun

At everything, that be hating my fame
I'm targeting anyone who hates my success

Since regulating, been lacing the game
Ever since the song "Regulate", I've been dominating the rap scene

Ain't no mistake in the game
I'm not making any errors

Two-one mother f'in dwizzle sippin' on the sizzle
Representing the 213 area code and drinking a drink

And that's for shizzle
And that's the truth

Four times for the riddles
Four times for the clever rhymes

You know these bars
You know these lyrics

Everywhere we go
Wherever we travel

You know who us are
You know who we are

You could tell by the car
You can tell by our car

Champagne, caviar
We're living luxuriously with champagne and caviar

Bubble bath, I say I love you
Taking a bath and expressing love

And I laugh
And I chuckle

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: ZYAH AHMONUEL, CALVIN BROADUS, MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, NATHANIEL D. HALE, WARREN GRIFFIN III

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