Showing posts with label devin the dude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label devin the dude. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Dude (Rap-A-Lot, 1998) by Devin The Dude

"Hey, hey what do you say?/Tell me have you ever been fucked this way?/Hoo hoo, what you gon' do/When I shove this dick in you?/Hee hee, what do you see?/Have you ever saw big nuts like these?/Ho ho, what do you know?/Let me bust one of 'em and then go"
-Devin the Dude, "Bust One for Ya"

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Just Tryin' Ta Live (Rap-A-Lot, 2002) by Devin the Dude

This album ranks up there with The Fix, Aquemini and Ridin' Dirty as some of the best music in the history of southern hip hop.  "It's a Shame," with pronounced dark pianos in the beat (production courtesy of Dr. Dre) and a hook from Pooh Bear, is one of the albums early cuts but also one of the greatest in the set.  "R & B" is a very funny song that involves weed, alcohol and a redneck.  Nas and Xzibit make great contributions to "Some of 'Em" and DJ Premier doesn't disappoint behind the boards on "Doobie Ashtray."  Devin is a great writer, rapper, storyteller and singer.  With Just Tryin' Ta Live, he has assembled a great collection of individual songs that also fit together nicely to form a cohesive album.  Not to take anything away from a current artist like Drake who also sings and raps, but Devin did it before him and he did it a little better.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Waitin' to Inhale (Rap-A-Lot, 2007) by Devin the Dude

"We work nights, we some vampires/Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire/Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord/You download it for free, we get charged back for it/I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it/Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit/So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob/And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you/Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo/But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo/And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami/And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys/See we do it for that boi that graduated/ That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it/And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9/And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkin' bout/That they used to get high to me in high school/And they used to make love to me in college/Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes/And how he, like to finger nail polish/I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go/I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight/Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not/Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout"
-Andre 3000, "What a Job"