Ray Luv had many guest appearances, including songs on the Master-P produced collaboration "West Coast Bay Boyz" and the soundtrack to the movie "New Jersey Drive."
In 1995, Ray released another album Forever Hustlin. Ray Luv was part of the rap scene that grew out of the Bay Area during the early 1990s joining such acts as Mac Mall, Dubee Aka Sugawolf, E-40, Mac Dre, Young Lay, JT Tha Bigga Figga, RBL Posse and Master P.
Ray Luv is the grandson of Cab Calloway.
Ray Luv also formed a rap group in Marin City named Strictly Dope with Tupac Shakur in the late 1980s.
Ray Luv collaborated with Tupac Shakur on the 1996 Young Lay song "Got 2 Survive."
Ray Luv filed for bankruptcy in 1999.
Ray Luv is currently the lead singer in the rock/rap group named Crimeseen with Ant D.O.G., Aaron Abel, Frank Piazza, and Greg Clecack.
Ray Luv is co-host of a Bay Area television show called Pushin' The Bay TV (Channel 26 & 28) alongside Bay Area Chinese-American rap artist, Emcee_t.
BUBBLE
Ray Luv Lyrics
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Yiddo, Yiddo, ha ha ha ha, this yo' nigga Young Ray Luv
Back in yo' motherfucking face, you know?
Ha ha ha ha, the Lynk Crew, no more trouble, just trying to bubble
And this goes out to my son - Baby IE, wassup boy?
I was a hustlin-ass nigga straight lovin' the game
Always meant to be a playa put the Luv in my name
Cause if it made skrilla, there wasn't no shame in his game
Another young playa, caught up in the fortune and fame
Nigga when I'm gone, will they still remember my name?
Straight soldier, stayed at this here 'till it's over
Old folks laughing, telling my daddy that I'm never sober
Why don't you understand I'm just trying to feed my baby?
I'm going crazy, none of y'all fools can fade me
You trying to save me? Sometimes I feel the love is gone
There I go, out the door to get my hustle on
Dreams of platinum, rap after rap I'm writing back to back
While I hustle stack for stack
I'm caught in the cross, the game twist me into trouble
Forever hustle, I'mma struggle 'till I bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I'mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
BG turned OG, gone off that oldie
Went from Zenith's and Vogue's to Lexus I's and gold D's
In love with the game, will I fold G's?
Ain't no tears just beer poured for my homies
A ghetto star, every hood in church know me
Haters want me but trick them suckers long as the set got love for me
I'm Lynked up to the fullest
So you better think nine times before you come at me with some bullshit
The Feds is crackin' down like bullwhips
And niggas' gunnin' for me so when I smoke I keep a full clip
I just wanna get richer
So when you look at success I'm the nigga you seeing in the picture
The B-I-G E-Double-D-I-E Spaghetti
You know me already, nigga with the long fetti
Gangbangin' but never see me with no rag
No time to lag, stuffin' hundreds into Hefty bags
The local motors wanna' battle
I'm gone holler "trump", cause inflation
Move the organization to Seattle
Call my up-North connection
He say, "I got it sewed up in Seattle
Even judges in the next election"
I have a ticket to a Samsonite
Ready to get it on, fool I'm gone on the next flight
A young nigga out to rumble
Got to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I'mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
[Young Dre:]
My chances gettin' slim in the wind as I'm hustlin'
Straight automatic phone call sidin' in traffic so I'm dumpin'
Cause' all I really wanted was a piece of the ree-zor
I bust so heavy in this geed-ame, I can't ever skeezers out on the grind
Heard 'em motivated poppilin' bubblin' major
Just 19 years old I'm freezing cold fiending for paper
You ain't know I'm a young BG from the 'Tay soakin' game from my older cousin
Convinced to grind 'till I'm ballin, you thought I wasn't
Trying to keep my focus with the daily bomb, better get the Loc'ses
For the chronic got more straight keeps my calm
Flick of the wrist, we get the dopest Coca-Cola
So do the gypsy-twister hocus-pocus A1-Yola
Tear in to any fool that's trying to stop my hustle
It'll be a 211-187 Young Dre is destined to bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I'mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
[Ray Luv:]
So much fetti I'm feeling hunted
Every epsiode I be lookin' for my face on the Most Wanted
Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould
A kingpin on the run, nigga, like Jesse Owens
Never knowin' which one of these suckers calling themselves a menace
Gonna be pumped off that spinach wanna put a hot-one in a
Young nigga, my grandmomma call me sinner
Look, granny, I just want to make you proud of me and be a winner
Get out of this shit before I'm fade out, doin' bad
Go legit before I'm layed out, on the slab
Who say we can't be hard, and still smart?
Who say I gotta go out to the pen or the county morgue?
Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin'
Me and my mail, let's see what we can make happen
Get in it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish
A big baller, going out to the book of Guiness
But these playa-haters known to be snitches and traitors
Fool you can't fade us, fuckin' with Big Eddie yes the greatest
Little homies keep writing I'm gonna put five grand on a lawyer
Big Eddie Records got a business license
Rumor has it that my young niggas out there jackin'
Oh, you ain't know? I signed them soldiers now we goin' platinum
I found my route up out the trouble
Out to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I'mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
[Outro:]
For the 1-99-5, straight trying to bubble
The lyrics of Ray Luv's song "Bubble" showcase the struggle of young hustlers who are trying to make it big in the game. The song emphasizes that the ultimate goal of these hustlers is to bubble or to make a large sum of money, even if it involves getting caught up in trouble. In the first verse, Ray Luv talks about how he inherited the hustle from his father, and how he wants to be remembered even after his death. He also mentions his love for his son and the pressures of trying to provide for his family while dealing with the game.
In the second verse, Ray Luv raps about his rise to becoming an OG and the struggles that come with that status. He talks about how he is constantly under threat from the law and other hustlers, and how he needs to move carefully to protect his wealth. In the final verse, Ray Luv encourages his young homies to keep writing and pursuing their dreams while he tries to create a legitimate business for them.
Overall, "Bubble" is a poignant reflection of the harsh realities of the game and the lengths that people will go to in order to make it out of the hood.
Line by Line Meaning
I was a hustlin-ass nigga straight lovin' the game
I used to hustle and loved the game of making money.
Always meant to be a playa put the Luv in my name
I always had the intention of being a player, hence why I put 'Luv' in my name.
Cause if it made skrilla, there wasn't no shame in his game
My father wasn't ashamed of making money, he did whatever it took.
Nigga when I'm gone, will they still remember my name?
I wonder if people will remember me after I'm gone.
Dreams of platinum, rap after rap I'm writing back to back
I dream of platinum success and constantly write rap after rap.
I'm caught in the cross, the game twist me into trouble
The game puts me in compromising situations and causes trouble for me.
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
I need to make more money and I prefer to drink Hennessy over Ripple.
BG turned OG, gone off that oldie
I used to be a Baby Gangsta and now I'm an Original Gangsta, enjoying Old English beer.
A ghetto star, every hood in church know me
I'm a famous figure in the ghettos and everyone knows me, even those who attend church.
The Feds is crackin' down like bullwhips
The Federal authorities are cracking down hard, aggressively.
He say, 'I got it sewed up in Seattle
Even judges in the next election'
My connection in Seattle says he has everything under control, even the upcoming judges' election.
Gotta get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
I need to keep making money and my success is going to keep growing.
Trying to keep my focus with the daily bomb
I try to maintain focus amidst the distractions and chaos of daily life.
Tear in to any fool that's trying to stop my hustle
I'll go after anyone who tries to stop me from making money.
Get out of this shit before I'm fade out, doin' bad
I need to get out of this lifestyle before it ruins me completely.
Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin'
I need to find a way out of the game, and my young friends are getting into rapping.
Out to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
I'm out here hustling and my success is growing, watch me bubble.
Contributed by Jeremiah H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.