Some of us are just failing to keep it gangsta these days. I'm looking at you here, Snoop Dogg. Look, I know your street cred went out the window a long-ass time ago, as evidenced by last year's album (Rhythm and Gangsta: The Masterpiece) which was pretty much a piece of bubble-gum pop trash. Sure, Drop it Like It's Hot was ridiculously catchy, but catchy's not what I'm looking for from the D-O-double G. So when critics hailed the your new album, Tha Blue Carpet Treatment, as a return to the Death Row days alongside Dre and 2Pac, I got my hopes up. I expected something hella-fly. I'm talking something that would make me run out and put hydraulics and spinners on my 2000 Ford Escort. I'm talking something that would make me sport the GANGSTA ring and dollar chain for more than just special events.
Sadly, it just ain't happenin'. While Tha Blue Carpet Treatment isn't pop, it sure as shit isn't Doggystyle. Like, it might have been gangsta if any of your producers knew how to drop a decent beat. All I'm saying is, next time -- step yo game up, Dogg. Damn.
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I think you should get spinners anyways. Clearly Vice, you've already paid the cost to be the boss, and should be directing the rap world. So for all the homies who are claiming your hood and really aren't from your gang, better lay low.
Wow. You guys are white.
For those of you out there that do not speak in the manner of vice and utah, I present a gizoogle translation of utah's comment:
I thizzink you should git baller anyways . Boo-Yaa!. Clearly Vice, you've already paid tha C-to-tha-izzost ta be tha boss, n should be direct'n tha rap world fo gettin yo pimp on. So fo` all tha homies who is claim'n yo hood n really aren't frizzay yo gang, betta lay low.
Yes, I've gone meta-white.
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