1995 Newsweek 2Pac review

And oh man did that review make me cringe.

oh, those funny funny journalists catering to the white masses. now excuse me while i go swing on the flippety-flop.

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga

[Verse One: Snoop]
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

[Verse Two]
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be

[Chorus]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

sets it to a funky "old school" beat
the problems - drugs, gangs - Black America faces
"props" (respect)
feuding worlds of East Coast and West Coast rap
So he boldly blends the LA P-funk reinvented by Dr. Dre with the uptown "in your face" beats
beats most recently laid down by New York chart toppers Craig Mack and Biggie Smalls.
is reminiscent of the glory days of Grand Master Flash and the Furious Five's 1982 pioneering hit "The Message."
Snoop Doggy Dogg's mindless rap on drinking "Gin and Juice" and Mack's indecipherable "Flavor In Your Ear."
hould keep in mind that it's hard to fake the funk when it's not all good.(What does this mean?!)
most endearing quality - a strong, clear no-nonsense voice that never fails to be heard.(What does THIS mean?!)

don't hate her because she's "banking" that newsweek "green".

the fact that you're talking about it nine years (!) later is testament to its goodness.

people talk about hitler all the time.

Nor did I realize that "drugs, gangs" are "Black America[n]" problems.

Nor am I sure what's so "indescipherable" about "Flavor[sic] in Your Ear"

Erm... but they are, aren't they?