Let me preface this for a certain segment of the population: I got a lot of internalized misogyny to work on.
You do too, even if you don’t admit it, so don’t try to be high and mighty above me.
With that being said, let’s get into some straight up West Coast gangta shit.
All I wanna be was a G, ha!
My whole life, nigga please, ha!
Breaking off these motherfuckin keys, ha!
Let’s get these motherfuckin G’s, ha!
Nigga you don’t wanna fuck with this
I don’t care to explain why this song makes me do like Pam did in that episode of Martin when Biggie Smalls appeared on there, which by the way, is a Top 3 episode of Martin to me, fight me later.
But it does, and I was reminded the other day on the way home from my place of employment.
You have West Coasts legends being straight up Gs. Xzhibit was still rocking the cornrolls (I saw him on Bong Apetit and he was bald. Bald. My youth y’all). Snoop was still trying to be a pimp. Nate Dogg was being one of the best vocal talents to be put on wax (fight me). This song and the corresponding video makes me want to put on a fresh pair of Chucks (canvas, none of that leather shit), iron my khakis until they’re stiff as a jizz filled sock and wear my oversized white-T and button up shirt combo with pride. The ’64 Impala in my head sits on the shiniest of chrome with the most advance hydraulics system ever so I can ride three wheels up and down Crenshaw in style.
Man, white folks is moving in, ain’t nobody riding in low riders up and down Crenshaw anymore.
This was No Limit era Snoop too. WATTBA.
Bask in the opulence, decadence, Black excellence* of “Bitch Please.”
*This really depends on who you ask.