#gangsta bounce

[gothamphantomgoat]

[pinkyplonk]

𝑵𝒂𝒎-𝑮𝒚𝒖 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

☠︎︎ Sextape - Deftones

☠︎︎ Bouncing Off The Walls - Sugarcult

☠︎︎ Closer - Nine Inch Nails

☠︎︎ On Drugs - FIDLAR

☠︎︎ Y'all Want A Single - Korn

☠︎︎ Hatef--k - The Bravery

☠︎︎ Dirty Little Secret - All American Rejects

☠︎︎ R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

☠︎︎ Cherry Waves - Deftones

☠︎︎ I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy

☠︎︎ MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday

☠︎︎ A Little Bit Harder Now - She Wants Revenge

☠︎︎ Bitches - Mindless Self Indulgence

☠︎︎ Reptilla - The Strokes

☠︎︎ Lockjaw - Sir Mixalot

☠︎︎ Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys

☠︎︎ Cocaine Jesus - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

☠︎︎ Sober - FIDLAR

☠︎︎ Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

☠︎︎ Molly - Mindless Self Indulgence

☠︎︎ Scotty Doesn't Know - Lustra

These are just my opinions<3

Here's a link to my moot's Thangyu Playlist!

I'm adding to it when I think of more!

[patchoulism]

My dear friends, mutual, followers, passers-by.

You know me well. You know that I like them small or flat. I'm always telling this to the point of it becoming annoying and act superior about it. But, in this upcoming (and for some of you, actual), year of 2025, I will give respect to the well endowed, balloon tittied, bouncing bazookas, mammoth mammaries, gorgona gazonkas, Original Gangsta. I announce 2025, the year of the Snake, as the year of

Naga the Serpent

All hail the queen of ojou laugh! Ohohohoho~!

[mellifluouaamor]

⍣ | MOON EMBRACES THE SUN: CHAPTER 1

Synopsis. ( Gangsta AU ) One day, when you are cleaning the Italian brothers' house, you suddenly remember your past life - and Italy, who's supposed to be your closest companion, now feels like a stranger to you.

Pairing. Italy x Fem!Reader x Romano

Warnings. N/A

NAVIGATION

You blankly stared outside the window, eyes focused on nothing in particular. You had been in the middle of sweeping the floor in the dining room when a house sparrow flew near the window beside you, its gentle tweet capturing your attention. When you turned your head, the tiny bird perched itself on a lamp post, tilting its head adorably at you. You weren't sure what was so interesting about a mere sparrow, but an inexplicable force compelled you to gaze upon it, as if you were hypnotised. Even after the bird had flown away, you stayed rooted to your spot, staring ahead as unfamiliar yet familiar scenes flashed before your eyes.

There was a young girl walking down a street.

'Who is that?' you thought, knitting your eyebrows together.

She was staring at the rectangular metal object emitting light in her hand, unaware of her surroundings. She then stopped near the side of the road, where thick white stripes lead to the other side.

You watched her every movement in anticipation, gripping the broom tightly until your knuckles turned white.

The girl then looked up and proceeded to cross the road, before lowering her eyes to the object in her hand again. Unbeknownst to her, a large metal mount was speeding in her direction, seemingly disoriented with how it was swerving from side to side recklessly.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you mentally screamed at the girl to move. You didn't know how, but you knew, at that moment, she was going to die.

Her attention was diverted to the incoming danger far too late. She froze like a deer trapped in headlights, her pupils dilating at the truck that seemed to be getting bigger - getting closer, charging towards her like an enraged bull.

Her phone flew out of her grasp as a sickening thud resounded through the area.

A grenade suddenly exploded on one side of your body; an invisible wrecking ball of metal and glass slammed into your shoulder, tearing a scream out of your throat as you dropped on the floor. The broom slipped out of your grasp and clattered next to your writhing body, tiny diamonds of sweat beading on your forehead. You let out choked gasps as you clawed at your chest; your head was pounding, it felt as if your ribs were broken, your lungs punctured... It was so painful. You felt the agonising pain the girl in those flashbacks experienced in her final moments, and you knew the reason.

You were that girl - you had died once.

And at this moment, you're a fictional character who technically doesn't exist in the world of Hetalia, an anime with characters that are personified countries, regions and micronations. As more memories rushed in like a tidal wave, you realised that you're in the Gangsta alternate universe, a dystopian Pangea where instead of countries, there are 200 districts ruled by mobsters and represented by their representatives, with the world being a lot more punk and grunge-like.

What you had once thought was impossible turned out to be the opposite, and you were living proof of the transmigration phenomenon.

Your mind was pulled back to the present when a pair of gentle hands frantically lifted your upper body from the floor, rolling you over so that your shoulder blades rested upon their arm; you didn't even notice that somebody had rushed into the dining room after hearing your outburst. Through the tears blurring your vision, you saw a youthful face framed by short brown hair, with an odd curl lightly bouncing on the left side of his head.

"Bella, are you alright? I heard you scream from the next room!"

A man's voice. It took you a few seconds to recognise who he was, and once you did, you shakily fisted his brown waistcoat, causing a look of concern to furrow his brow.

"M-Mr Italy," you whimpered, almost whining his name. His cheeks flushed faintly at your response. Swallowing the fluttering embarrassment, he raised the hand that wasn't supporting your back to cup over yours that's clinging to him. He gently eased his digits between the gaps of your fingers, coaxing you to relax.

"It's alright," he assured you, his soft brown eyes gazing at you kindly, "I'm here." He wasn't exactly sure what had happened to you, but he could tell that you needed some comfort at the moment, especially with how you seemed to be in pain. Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, Italy brought your hand up to his mouth before gingerly planting his lips against your palm with his eyes closed. Your breathing hitched in your throat, your pulse pulsating against his lips. He then pulled away after a beat or two, smiling down at you.

Feeling your nerves calming, the mental exhaustion from your previous episode finally caught up to you and your eyelids fluttered shut. As the strength left your hand, your entire body went limp in his arms, causing panic to rise in his chest. Hugging you tightly against him, Italy turned his head to the doorway with desperation etched on his face.

"Fratello! Fratello, please help!" he cried out. As if on cue, heavy footfall approached the dining room, followed by the muttering of a grumpy Italian. He huffed as he stalked through the doorway, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"What is it, idiot brother?! What did you-" Romano stopped abruptly, his eyes widening at the sight of your unconscious self being cradled in his younger brother's arms. After getting over his initial shock, he shuffled closer to the two of you before kneeling down, concern swirling in his hazel hues.

"What happened to the ragazza?" he asked, his voice taking on a calmer tone. Italy shook his head.

"I don't know... I heard her scream just now and when I came to check on her, she was on the floor... She looked like she was in a lot of pain," the younger brother answered quietly, sounding as if he was on the verge of tears.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, Romano carded his hair with his fingers. "Let her rest in her room... and make sure to close and lock all the windows."

Nodding, Italy wrapped an arm around your shoulders and hooked an arm under your knees, before lifting you off the floor with a surprising amount of strength. He carefully shifted you around in his arms to guide your head to his chest, and then walked past Romano to bring you to your room, where he laid you down on the bed. After tucking you in, he sat on the edge of your bed, his gaze never leaving your form. He hoped that you're alright and that you'll tell him what transpired before he found you in that state. Letting out a muted sigh, he gingerly brushed away the stray strands of hair from your forehead, resolving to stay by your side until you've woken up.

An hour later, you regained consciousness. Hearing soft snores beside you, you rolled your head to the side and lifted your eyelids to find Italy asleep next to you with his head resting atop his folded arms. One of his hands was lightly grasping yours, and it was only then did you register his warmth against your skin. When you slowly slipped your hand out of his and propped yourself on your elbows, he was stirred by the subtle movements. Eyelids fluttering open, the Italian raised his head from his arms, yawning rather cutely.

"(Y/n)?" he murmured, noticing that you're awake. His face immediately lit up, and you could have sworn you saw the curl in his hair bob up and down. "You're up! Are you okay?" He made a move to hug you but you instinctively flinched out of his reach, making him falter. He looked at you curiously, realising that you're avoiding his touch. You didn't know why you did it either; in this life, you're closer to Italy than you were to Romano, so why do you feel unfamiliar with him, like he's a stranger to you? You averted your eyes, puzzled by your own actions. You tried to remember the times Italy conjured up a sense of comfort and security when the two of you were together, but found yourself struggling. The details were vague, blurry - as if there was a mist in your mind. You held your head, your heart thumping against your chest in slight panic.

Why was it so hard to remember?

"What's the matter?" he asked, drawing you out of your thoughts, "Why won't you look at me?" His voice carried a hint of hurt which prompted your gaze to drift back to him.

"I... I'm sorry, I..." you said, trailing off. Not knowing what to say to him, your threw the blanket off your body and slid off the other side of the bed. Before Italy could stop you, you had already scampered out of the room, leaving a confused and saddened Italian behind.

"Bella...?" he softly called, hoping that you'd return through the doorway - but only silence answered him.

CHAPTER 2

[biscuitsngravie]

gangsta fairtytale part 3

part 1 -- part 2

tags in part 1

Stuff stuff happens, blah blah blah, yall get bold, yeah? So now he’s glaring daggers at the people sitting across from him, red in the face as they try to ignore the very obvious sucking sounds underneath the table

And when he demands that they focus, it’s kind of unfair when they’re supposed to describe the plan while keeping their eyes up, and not on the way your ass jiggles while you ride his fat cock

To focus on what he’s saying, and not the way you’re moaning about how big he is and how much you want his cum, begging him to let you have his babies. 

Nope. focus on him, not his hands that start slamming you on his dick with you letting out choked sounds once your knees’ engine lights come on 

It’s almost cruel.

The way he says in a very audible whisper “come on Daddy’s cock, buttercup” causing you to cry his name when he bottoms out for the last time, pumping you full until it starts leaking down you two’s thighs — only for him to glance around the table and go “what the fuck are you looking at?”

Time skip, yall have a great relationship or whatever, blah blah. He asks if you wanna be his partner in crime for as long as both of you walk the earth and sail the seas and you say yeah cause it’s shanks 

Okay but when yall are fucking on the wedding night that shi go crazyyyyyy

Cause like

After he makes you come on his tongue for the third time, you stop wanting to hear “one more” and beg him for it. Your throat is already becoming hoarse as you push him away from your sensitive clit like if you he doesn’t fuck you with his dick right now you will literally perish

Can you tell im getting tired?

When he starts slowly pushing past your tight ring, you reach your hand out to his chest (you can’t reach his chest cause he’s tall lol) and ask him to fuck you. He’s confused cause is that not… what he’s about to do?

“No it’s just… you don’t have to be so gentle with me, you know?”

He has a small chuckle and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay buttercup.”

“No i’m serious! Wasn’t it anything for me…Daddy?” 

Your “innocent” face is the most sinister thing he’s come across. He laughs incredulously until your silence proves that you’re really serious. “Oh yeah?” you nod. So he leans in real close and growls in your ear “what’s the safe word?”

You swear you can feel and hear his heart beating with a newfound adrenaline rush, or maybe it’s the warmth of his dick against your skin. You swallow thickly and barely push out “b-bananas.”

“‘B-bananas’ is not the safe word. Try again.”

“Bananas,” you say as your legs are becoming jello.

“Good. cause im not stopping unless i hear that.”

He start tearin yo shit up. Im talking possibly pressing a permanent indent in the bed. Im talking your throat feeling thick  because you can feel his dick pushing up from your pussy. Eyes? Rolled back. Pussy? Drooling. Hotel? 

He pulls out and lets you whine for him not to stop like the pocket pussy you are for a minute before flipping you over on all fours and slamming it right back into you. 

That greedy lil pussy takes him like it’s supposed to, but the unexpected stretch has you crying out. “Safe word?”

“B…bana…” you start sobbing as he rolls his hips a bit, hiccuping as you try to gather your thoughts, feeling yourself become dizzy. “Bananas.”

“Attagirl.” he’s fucking you to the point where you’re sure you’re tearing holes into the blanket below you. You head feels light, and it doesnt help when he lifts your hips up and angles himself on top to make sure he’s slamming into that g-spot every… damn… time…

“Fuck pretty girl… gonna make me…” your body is almost limp, dangling in the air pathetically while he treats you like you were $21.89 

He takes you and puts your back to his chest and bounces your now limp form up and down his dick. You swear he’s tearing a hole in you, the head of his dick teasing your cervix every time he slams you back down. He sits you down for a moment so he can put your hand over the bulge on your lower abdomen

That dick put you to sleep and he’s buying a new bed frame in the morning but watching the loads of you two’s combined cum oozing out of your swollen cunt is satisfaction enough

[kelin-is-writing]

ASKJLAWKDJFJAKKDDN

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS 🥳💕

and since it's time to celebrate i brought a special little dabi thought with me hehe

it took him a while to fully trust you even after you started dating. but once he's sure he can trust you wholeheartedly he finally opens up about his past. he even goes as far as telling you his real name but the way he talks about it makes it obvious that he doesn't like the name since it's tied to many horrible memories.

you make sure not to bring it up unless he initiates a conversation about his past which made him trust and love you even more (although he had thought that was impossible)

well and then you mess up. it happened in the heat of the moment while dabi was balls-deep inside of you. already thoroughly fucked out it just kinda slipped and when he heard you say his real name for the first time his brain practically short-circuited.

the only thing on his mind now was to hear you say it again and again until all you managed to produce were broken whimpers and moans.

he can't believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. someone who really sees him for once and doesn't cast him aside like a broken toy.

he's not dabi around you anymore from that night on. he's touya now when he's with you and he'll make sure it stays that way. the ring that's hidden in his coat's pocket (which he actually paid for) was only the beginning.

- 🥛

THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR THE CONGRATULATIONS ON 500+ FOLLOWERS 🥳🎉🎊

and thank you so so much milk for always supporting me and sending such amazing asks all the time, it makes me feel truly happy and appreciated as a writer and also as a friend, because we share to each others thoughts through asks almost everyday, which makes me always hyped and looking forward to what you send for me!!!! 😁💕

and damn—

dabi is all badass and gangsta until you moan a “touyahhn!”, that comes out super erotic. he stills inside of you while glancing down your way with wide turquoise eyes as his hand goes to rest under your right knee “what did you just call me, princess?”, the villain questioned almost breathless, realizing what you did your hand flies in front of your mouth alarmed before you bite your bottom lip “i’m sorry i– ack!”, before you can even finish dabi’s his had snapped against yours sharply, making your body bounce upwards from the action, confused eyes looking at your boyfriend who was simply staring at you with a dark glint inside his orbs “tell me, what did you just call me princess?”, you gazed back at him unsure before answering finally “touya...”, your cheeks immediately turned red as you felt his dick getting more huge, than it already was, inside your cunt “shit– ‘ s not funny baby... if you my name like that, how am i supposed to not fuck you hard?”, and pressing your right leg against your chest, the raven haired boy started to slap his hips roughly against your getting drunk on the sweet moans leaving your mouth “say the name love, say it for me...”, he coos with a lovesick glint inside his eyess more intense than the other times, his hips rolling so deliciously against yours that you almost forgot what dabi just asked “touya... ahh... ngh– touya!”, you moaned resting both hands on his shoulders while arching your back at every thrust, but what you didn’t expect was for him to pick up pace out of nowhere as his hands went to grab your hips to pin you on place so he could pound your sopping wet pussy harder, getting like that a moan so loud you could bet everyone in your condo heard it “yes baby, my princess, my love, my everything, i’m here. feelin’ good?” “hmn so good, touyaaaa!”, you cried out surrounding his neck with your arms clenching around his length when the tip hit a spongy spot inside of you, it made your head spin and dabi’s hips stutter suddenly “argh–! fuck yeah... you feel so damn amazing y/n... ahh–!”, he heaved rasply while snapping his hips into yours with staccato groans, eye rolled almost completely to the back of his head while mouth was left gaping, that sight only was enough to make you cream all over his dick to the very base of it with a whiny loud moan “t-touya! inside! i want your cum inside!”, you begged closing your legs around his hips to stick him flush against your pelvis, pleading teary eyes looking at him so needy he let out a pleased groan as his arms went to hug your body beneath him, forehead resting against the pillow as he gritted his teethes hard “say no more!”, and with one last thrust he painted your walls with white ropes that drooled from inside your pussy to his pelvis, your heavy pants and the smell of sex filling the room “fuck... i love you so damn much baby...”, dabi spoke, his cheek now resting against your cleavage as he looked at you with loving and mesmerised eyes “i love you so damn much too, touya...”, you said back surrounding his head with one harm, to hold him close to your chest, while caressing his cheek with your thumb and tenderly smiling down at the villain who felt his heart flutter because of your words, your expression, your voice, your touch, everything.

once again the arsonist came to the conclusion of one sure thing: he wanted to marry you so bad.

[xehanortsreport]

every time i see someone say they hate american rap but they love hypmic im like you FOOL. hypmic has been a love letter to american rap abd specifically the black artists who created the genre the entire time! almost every single song, every album, has blatant and not at all subtle references to it!

the lyricists and composers and producers and arrangers and DJs behind the music alnost universally list black artists as their heroes and inspirations! ive even heard someone try to claim that j-rap doesn't sound anything like western rap, which is completely false. of course there are stylistic differences that will pop up as a result of different cultures, but you can find a dozen american artists with the same style as your favorite hypmic blorbos, i promise you.

like stop brushing off all rap made by black artists as identical just because you don't feel like bothering to find an artist you like! there are so many different types of rap and hip hop! there's old school, gangsta, club bangers, conscious rap, horrorcore, crunk, bounce, g-funk, nerdcore, lo-fi, super melodic and orchestral stuff and mechanically intricate rhymes. there's a plethora if you bother to look!

all this to say. hypmic fans have a real antiblackness problem.

[thehotboxsocial]

More Bounce To The Ounce

More Bounce To The Ounce [Zapp] (1980)

You Gots to Chill [EPMD] (1988)

Ain't No Future In Yo' Frontin' [MC Breed & DFC] (1991)

County Line [Coolio] (1993)

Ruff & Rugged [Sicx & Brotha Lynch Hung] (1992)

Let The Dogs Loose [Threat] (1993)

Heed The Word Of The Brother [X Clan] (1989)

Big Ole Butt [LL Cool J] (1989)

Servin' 'Em Heat [South Central Cartel] (1993)

Creep Wit The Mob [II Bit Mob] (1995)

Just Anotha Day [Ganksta C] (1995)

I Wanna Be Free [L.O.L.] (1996)

Stop, Look & Listen [Lil Rob] (1996)

Murder Capitol [Smoke] (1994)

Raw Flow [So Busy feat. Chunk, Crack & Gangsta G] (1992)

White N----zs [N.D.D.] (1994)

Nines Kept Loaded [Trinity Garden Cartel] (1992)

Brooklyn Bounce [Daddy-O] (1993)

Tryin' 2 Get Over [Danois] (1996)

Wreckx Shop (Slaughterhouse Mix) [Wreckx-N-Effect] (1992)

Growin' Up In The Hood (Big O.G. Hood Funky Beat Remix [Compton's Most Wanted] (1991)

Method Man (Crazy C.'s Suthun Fried Radio Mix) [Wu-Tang Clan] (1994)

Return Of The Real Shit [Above The Law feat. Kokane] (1994)

yt dl

After an extended tumblr absence it looks like the timeline is now narrowed all the way down to 2 cute women posting thirst traps which is perfectly fine by me. All killer no filler. But lemme shake things up with this salute to one of the finest rap samples ever which has been used close to 1000 times in some form another. What might seem like a repetitive 10 minute song with no real lyrics to an unfunky simpleton, this jam actually squeezes like 30 hooks into the one song. This is probably the reason it hit #1 on the R&B charts but didn't crack the Hot 100 when released in 1980.

To qualify for placement, the song must sample the main groove predominately and therefore the drums-only bangers like Ice Cube's "What Can I Do (Remix)", Low Profile's "Pay Ya Dues", and Jayo Felony's "Whatcha Gonna Do" are nowhere to be found. This is now the part where I say I will return to Tumblr and then you don't see me for another 8 months :)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Snoop Doggy Dogg - Snoop Bounce

[novankenn]

Cherry Pie - Three -

(Master Chapter List)

Blake: Watch the main stage, because you are in for a treat... the most delicious eye candy you've ever seen.

Pyrrha did as Blake bid her, and turned her attention to the raised platform in the centre of the large room. A pole running from it to the ceiling. Pyrrha knew this was a strip club, and she wasn't really sure if she was ready to watch someone taking their clothes off, man or woman.

Pyrrha looked down when she felt Blake gently touch her hand in a reassuring manner. It was a minute later that Yang appeared and slid into the booth next to Blake.

Yang: Well P-Money you ready?

Pyrrha: I... I... don't... P-Money?

Yang: Listen, I do know who you are, and I figure you might not want me calling you by your real name so... P-Money... kinda gangsta if you think about it.

Blake: Don't listen to her. Yang gives everyone nicknames... whether they want them or not.

Yang: It's a gift.

Blake: Sure. Sure, keep telling yourself that, babe.

Yang: So ready for V-boy?

Pyrrha: V-boy?

Blake: Another nickname...

Yang: This one is earned. Poor guy throws up before every show.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen of discerning tastes! Welcome to the Valean.

Pyrrha winced at the sudden volume of chants and cheers, that erupted from the crowd.

Announcer: Please turn your attention to the main stage, because advertised he is here!

Another thunderous round of cheers, shouts and whistles echoed about the room.

Pyrrha: (Leaning in so Yang and Blake could hear her) They seem to be very popular.

Yang: Oh, yeah, V-boy is very popular.

Pyrrha: But why? Isn't he...

Blake: Let's just say he has a certain appeal most guys here don't have.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... the Valean is proud to present the Vivacious One... CHERRY PIE!

Pyrrha: Isn't that a girl's name?

"Cherry Pie" by Warrant, rips out over the sound system, barely drowning out the screams and whistles of the sizable throng of women moving to surround the stage. A minute later, the back curtains opened and Pyrrha choked on the sip of cola she was having.

He bounced out through the opening in a cheerleader's outfit, and not a male one, but one eerily similar to what Pyrrha wore. Short skirt knee socks, even pom-poms. Partway out, he performed a perfect front flip into a set of splits, before rolling into a handstand.

Pyrrha's breath caught in her throat as she watched the young man effortlessly perform very classic and standard acrobatic moves. With every move, his skirt would float up, exposing the white boxer-briefs he was wearing.

She swallowed hard when the pom-pom were discarded to the rear of the stage, before he moved to the pole. Slowly, the music died down.

Various Patrons: SHAKE IT! TAKE IT OFF! I'LL BE YOUR SUGAR MOMMA!

"Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol tore over the sound system as Cherry Pie quickly shucked off his skirt, tossing it into the crowd, before his top also went sailing.

Pyrrha was mesmerized as his lithe but muscled form performed acrobatic feats using the pole, combined with gyrations of his hips and shoulders.

Blake: (Leaning into Yang) I think he has a new fan.

[joslincox]

Middle School: Biology Immune Soundtrack

Genres: Hip Hop • R&B • Alternative Rock

Track Listing:

Air Force Ones - St. Lunatics

Let Me Blow Your Mind - Eve ft. Gwen Stefani

The Hell Song - Sum 41

What If - Aaliyah

Foolish - Ashanti

Ruff Ryders Anthem - DMX

Hot In Herre - Nelly

Lose Yourself - Eminem

Jenny From The Block - Jennifer Lopez

Caramel - City High ft. Eve

Full Moon - Brandy

Work It - Missy Elliott

Still Fly - Big Tymers

Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne

The Anthem - Good Charlotte

Grow Up - Simple Plan

All The Small Things - Blink-182

Uh-Huh - B2K

Good Times - Styles P

All I Have - LL Cool J ft. Jennifer Lopez

It's The Weekend - Lil J ft. Kandi

No Scrubs - TLC

Po' Folks - Nappy Roots

Stingy - Ginuwine

Too Hood - Monica

Still Dre - Dr. Dre

Ooh, Ooh - Willa Ford

Where The Party At - Jagged Edge

Stay The Night - IMX

Call Me - Tweet

Welcome to Atlanta - Jermaine Dupri

Addictive - Truth Hurts

Thug Lovin' - Ja Rule ft. Bobby Brown

I Wanna Know - Joe

Playas Gon' Play - 3LW

U Got It Bad - Usher

Braid My Hair - Mario

Wait A Minute - Ray J ft. Lil Kim

Just In Case - Nivea

I Heard It All Before - Sunshine Anderson

2 Way - Lil Romeo

Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Steelo - 702 ft. Missy Elliott

I Do - Blaque ft. Lisa "Left-Eye" Lopes

All I Need - Aaliyah

I'm A Thug - Trick Daddy

What's My Age Again - Blink-182

Basket Case - Green Day

Flavor Of The Weak - American Hi-Fi

Still Waiting - Sum 41

Party Hard - Andrew W.K

Turn It Out - De La Soul ft. Elizabeth "Yummy" Bingham

Makin' Good Love - Avant

You Know That I Love You - Dontell Jones

7 Days - Craig David

Why Did You Have to Be - Debelah Morgan

Why Don't We Fall In Love - Amerie

I Should Be... - Dru Hill

Mesmerize - Ja Rule ft. Ashanti

Solo Star - Solange

Fabulous - Jaheim

Punk Rock 101 - Bowling For Soup

Fome Is Dape - Little T and One Track Mike

It Wasn't Me - Shaggy

Bounce With Me - Lil Bow Wow ft. Xscape

Bootylicious - Destiny's Child

Unpretty - TLC

Bad Boy For Life - Diddy

Who's That Girl - Eve

Welcome to Paradise - Green Day

Come On, Come On - Smash Mouth

Bounce - System Of a Down

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

Open - Brandy

We Need a Resolution - Aaliyah

Lapdance - N.E.R.D

Hey Ma - Cam'ron

Case Of The Ex (What'cha Gonna Do) - Mýa

Break Ya Neck - Busta Rhymes

Area Codes - Ludacris

Take It To Da House - Trick Daddy

Here We Go Again - Nappy Roots

Without Me - Eminem

Watch Me Do My Thing - IMX

Key To My Heart - Craig David

Summer In The City - St. Lunatics

2nd Best - Cherise ft. Dino

Cool Daddy Cool - Kid Rock ft. Joe C

Who's There - Smash Mouth

Perfect - Simple Plan

Girl All The Bad Guys Want - Bowling For Soup

One Step Closer - Linkin Park

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Toxicity - System Of a Down

Pull Over - Trina

In Da Wind - Trick Daddy

What Would You Do - City High

Rider Like Me - Ezekiel Lewis

U Don't Got To Call - Usher

Don't Mess With My Man - Nivea ft. Jagged Edge

Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

Big Ball - Drama

Freaks Come Out At Night - Uncle Kracker

Back That Azz Up - Juvenile

What About Us - Brandy

Satellite - P.O.D

Formal Invite - Ray J ft. Pharrell Williams

Jump - Kriss Kross

It's Tricky - Run DMC

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Waterfalls - TLC

More Than a Woman - Aaliyah

Son Of a Gun - Janet Jackson

Knock Yourself Out - Jadakiss

You Rock My World - Michael Jackson

Can't Deny It - Fabulous

Move Bitch - Ludacris

Love Me or Leave Me - Ms. Toi

I’m Real - Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule

Fallin' - Alicia Keys

Video - India.Arie

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Private Eye - Alkaline Trio

The Rock Show - Blink-182

Fat Lip - Sum 41

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

She Is Beautiful - Andrew W.K

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

Take It Off - The Donnas

I'm Just a Kid - Simple Plan

Swing, Swing - The All-American Rejects

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

Country Grammar (Hot Shit) - Nelly

The Next Episode - Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg

Get Ur Freak On - Missy Elliott

It's All About Me - Mýa

The Boy Is Mine - Brandy and Monica

Fill Me In - Craig David

Independent Women - Destiny's Child

Don't Think I'm Not - Kandi

Opps (Oh My) - Tweet

No More Drama - Mary J. Blige

Love Don't Cost a Thing - Jennifer Lopez

Island in the Sun - Weezer

Rollout (My Business) - Ludacris

No More (Baby I'ma Do Right) - 3LW

As If - Blaque

[thelensofyashunews]

EBK JAAYBO SHARES NEW SINGLE "VULTURE"

West Coast heavy hitter EBK Jaaybo has just shared his new single "Vulture" — out now along with an accompanying music video. Rooted in lush 808s and energetic West Coast bounce, "Vulture" is a fiery track that oscillates between tenacious bravado and raw vulnerability ("My brother died, ain't got no time to ponder on it, I'm gon' slide/Wondering if they take my life, who gon' take the sacrifice?"), providing a revitalizing glimpse into the future of California gangsta rap. The single arrives on the heels of April heater “Boogieman”(90M+ Streams), which stamped the emcee's biggest song to date, as well as June's "Hotboiiz". It's been a momentous year for EBK Jaaybo, who released his fourth full-length outing, Sinners Prayer, last October, which featured hit track "Do Not Disturb". "Now with new single "Vulture", the rapper is continuing his recent hot streak as he gears up to release a full-length album later this year.

Born in Stockton, California, EBK Jaaybo first turned heads with “Dondadda”, released when he was just 14 years old. The rapper steadily garnered momentum in his city and beyond with projects like 2021 and Letter 4 The Streets for his unique blend of hard-hitting street rap and infectious pop hooks. Despite a long struggle with California's legal system, where he's currently incarcerated, he's been able to keep up his momentum with a steady string of releases, and has since amassed extensive praise for the aforementioned "Boogieman". After the loss of his friend and mentor, Young Slo-Be, as well as his brother EBK Osama, EBK Jaaybo is focused on investing in himself, learning from his mistakes, accumulating generational wealth for his sons — and becoming the new face of the West Coast in the process.

[henryrodhamkissinger]

I rarely remember to listen to them anymore…Ponytail was the soundtrack to my life. Every punky/artistically inclined kid in Baltimore in the late aughts knew, Ponytail’s playing, it is going to be a religious experience. It was for all of us. Dan too, of course—Dan Deacon shows before he was enormously famous were participatory, everyone in a big circle. Those were early days of Future Islands too, with their rough hewn bursts of pathos and heart. It was church, Wham City stuff in that era, Whartscape was a hajj. 2008 Whartscape was my entree into this city as a whole, and, I was 17, grew up rural didn’t have much experience with live music — I didn’t know what it was going to be, but what it was was pure ecstasy, pure joy and community and sweat and love. In a big parking lot. Ponytail, for us, was the true revelation. Five foot tall little femme person yelping and bouncing around with this triumphant, insanely energetic, bright, candied music, with Dustin Wong’s extraordinary unsurpassed guitar. There just was something utterly distinctly Baltimore to the scene. One day in the not too distant future, I think, I will go and live elsewhere, but it’s too easy to forget that Baltimore still has such a verdant and enthusiastic scene of weirdos making what they love with expressive abandon.

And that as much in hip hop as in rock today. Baltimore’s not known as a big hip hop city, we are not “on the map.” Well, we have our trap legends and our classic ‘gangsta’ stuff (embarrassing phrase to use but idk what else to call the subgenre.) But there’s a fertile and ever-blossoming cast of amazing artists in the hip-hop and r + b scene and it is something of a new and very cool development that a lot of the hard line between the indie rock/punk world (predominantly white ofc) and the world of contemporary Black music in Baltimore (a largely Black city, ofc) is chipping away. Besides the obvious JPEGMAFIA, I’ll name a few favorite inventive and unique and great folks in that scene in no order: Infinity Knives, 3SIDEGOOF, Jaywan, Brian Ennals, Kotic Couture, 3LON, Fonlon, Vlaad, Alienood, Zen Xaria, DZI…some of whom I’m glad to call minor homies. All of whom you should check out if you like good music. As in the wham city scene and the post-wham city scene of incredible indie and experimental rock/pop, Baltimore hip-hop is exploratory, unafraid to be weird as hell. It’s a brutal city, it can be painful to live in, and the artists here (not just in music ofc) are committed to creativity in its sharpest form, both deeply personal and expressive + socially and community grounded. Situationist International in the 60s had that saying, “Sous les pavés, la plage!” If the half-decimated, ghettoized city with its wrenching imposed poverty and attendant criminal economy is les paves (the cobblestones), underneath (sous), in the arts scene, is “the beach” (la plage). That analogy makes sense in my head but it’s okay if it doesn’t in yours, it is almost certainly my fault, haha.

Love this city. I don’t go out the frequency I used to — I’m changing that piecemeal — but Baltimore is always with me regardless where I’m at.

(For a beautiful, impassioned and harrowing analysis of Baltimore, check out David Harvey, the Marxist political theorist who spent his career here at Hopkins, in “Spaces of Hope.”)

[jechristine]

I mean this in the most positive way possible you give me michelle pfeiffer in gangsta paradise except you probably better educated and it a 90s movie and it be highly criticized in 2020s vibe teacher but you are not a white savior type person which is a positive I mean this as a compliment I don’t watch much movie but I saw that movie like 5 weeks ago lol

Haha I appreciate it, Anon.

I saw that movie a long time ago. I feel like it gets teaching wrong in one of the first scenes when Michelle Pfeiffer comes into the classroom and the kids are bouncing off the walls. And then over the course of the movie she gets them to be serious about school.

It’s exactly backwards. In fact, kids are always the quietest and on best behavior on day one and lull you into thinking you can relax, and then you slowly lose control over the ensuing weeks😅

[randomvarious]

1980s Hip Hop Playlist (YouTube)

The history of old school hip hop in Los Angeles, specifically, is largely defined by the sudden surge of gangsta rap in the late 80s, thanks to N.W.A, and then the further proliferation of g-funk that was helmed by N.W.A's own Dr. Dre too. But before all that hard, gritty, and violent shit started spreading like wildfire, L.A.'s biggest rap fad had been their adoption of electro, an enjoyably goofy style of digital sci-fi afro-futurist dance party music that'd simultaneously been bred in New York by the likes of Afrika Bambaataa and in Detroit by Juan Atkins, who'd end up pioneering techno music with it too. But after those two places had incubated it, electro's next American destination was to be L.A., and Dre would play a significant role in its growth and spread over there too.

And it's only natural that L.A. would've picked up on this trend, because as far as back as 1979, we had already seen some of electro's post-disco inklings start to emanate from that very city's own nationally popular funk scene itself, with a classic jam like Zapp's "More Bounce to the Ounce" incorporating the talkbox that electro would use in droves for its own robotic vocals, and then George Clinton's "Atomic Dog" hitting a few years later too.

So, Dre was in a group called The World Class Wreckin' Cru, whom among others, also included future N.W.A member DJ Yella as well, and In 1984, they put out "Surgery," a brilliant electro-rap record that showcases the cut-and-scratch stylings of a still-teenaged Dre himself. In this tune, the group creatively invokes pretty much every medical trope that you could possibly think of, including a reverberatingly bleepy beat that replicates the sound of a heart monitor, a surgeon monotonously listing off all the tools that he needs from his assistant (you know how every doctor in movies and TV starts with "scalpel," right?), and lyrics that not only constantly compare Dre's magnetic DJ prowess to that of an MD, but to a PhD too—because, of course, he also happens to hold one in mixology!

Calling Dr. Dre to "Surgery"

And then following that bop is one from another of Dre's fellow Wreckin' Cru comrades, The Unknown DJ, who also became a bit of an unsung gangsta rap pioneer himself, with his production of Ice-T's famed "6 "N the Mornin'" in 1986 and then later work for MC Eiht's Compton's Most Wanted as well. Here we get "808 Beats" from him, a banger from 1984 whose backbeat consists of a clap-smack-snare-hiss and sampled heavy human breaths, which then get surrounded by some 80s synth stabs and an occasional, lovely string pad too 😌.

So, kinda remarkable that before both Dre and Unknown worked to pioneer the rise of gangsta rap in their own city, that they were together doing this much lighter sci-fi-inspired dance music instead too. Wikipedia doesn't even mention 80s L.A. in their article about electro, but it was a pretty big deal there, and then after the city's vision of gangsta rap had proceeded to go international, Dre would then take p-funk—a distinct style of funk that'd been developed by George Clinton's group, Parliament-Funkadelic—and significantly drive a new splinter of whiny-synth west coast gangsta rap with it called g-funk too, where the "g" stood for "gangsta."

World Class Wreckin' Cru - "Surgery" (273.6K+ plays) The Unknown DJ - "808 Beats" (250.3K+ plays)

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So this very unique, transatlantic 1980s hip hop playlist—there's a bunch of really good and slammin' UK rap on here too, aka Britcore—now stands at 17 songs that clock in at 82 minutes. And we were on the verge of having a more easily accessible Spotify version of this playlist too, but without the version of "Surgery" that I wanted being on there, I've decided to hold off for now.

More Cali rap next week!

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!  

[paulnewman]

Lyrics taken from genius

crazy in love:

Young Hov, y'all know when the flow is loco

Young B and the R-O-C, uh-oh

O.G. Big Homie, the one and only

Stick bony, but the pockets is fat like Tony Soprano

The ROC handle like Van Exel

I shake phonies, man, you can't get next to

The genuine article, I do not sing, though

I sling, though, if anything, I bling, yo

A star like Ringo, war like a Green Beret

You crazy? Bring your whole set

JAY-Z in the Range, crazy and deranged

They can't figure him out, they like, "Hey, is he insane?"

Yes, sir, I'm cut from a different cloth

My texture is the best fur, chinchilla

I've been iller than chain smokers

How you think I got the name Hova?

I been realer, the game's over

Fall back, Young

Ever since I made the change over to platinum

The game's been a wrap, one

deja vu:

I used to run base like Juan Pierre

Now I run the bass hi-hat and the snare

I used to bag girls like Birkin Bags

Now I bag B (Boy, you hurtin' that)

Brooklyn Bay where they birthed me at

Now I be everywhere, the nerve of rap

The audacity to have me with them curtains back

Me and B, she about to sting, stand back

….(two verses in this one)….

Yes, Hova's flow so unusual

Baby girl, you should already know

It's H-O, light up the dro

'Cause you gon' need help tryna study my bounce

Flow, blow, what's the difference?

One you take in vein while the other you sniffin'

It's still dope, po-po try to convict him

Thats a no-go, my dough keep the scales tippin'

Like 4-4s

Like I'm from the H-O-U-S-T-O-N

Blow wind, so Chicago of him

Is he the best ever? That's the argu-a-ment

I don't make the list, don't be mad at me

I just make the hits like a factory

I'm just one to one, nuttin' after me

No déjà vu, just me and my (Oh)

upgrade u:

I be's the d-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes

They call shots, I call audibles

Jacob the jeweler, baubles

Lorraine Schwartz oughta do

It's big ballin', baby, when I'm courtin' you (Woo)

I'm talkin' spy bags and fly pads

And rooms at the Bloomberg and rumors

You on the verge of a new merge

'Cause that rock on your finger's like a tumor

You can't fit your hand in your new purse

It's humorous to me, they watchin' and we just yachtin'

Island-hoppin' off the Amalfi coast, mafioso

"Hov, baby, you ever seen Saturn?"

"No, not the car, but everywhere we are"

You sure to see stars, this is high-level

Not eye-level, my bezel courtesy of Audemars

I order yours tomorrow, now look at the time I saved you

Mama, let me upgrade you

drunk in love:

That D'USSÉ is the shit, if I do say so myself

If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself

Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all of that mouth

That you had all in the car, talkin' 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far

Talkin' 'bout you be reppin' that Third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard

Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh

Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol

Slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off

On sight

Catch a charge, I might

Beat the box up like Mike in '97, I bite

I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play

"Now eat the cake, Anna Mae," said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae"

I'm nice

For y'all to reach these heights

You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights

Sleep tight

We sex again in the mornin'

Your breasteses is my breakfast, we goin' in

that’s how you like it:

I know you heard I'm a gangsta

They say, "Stay away from them gangstas"

They never change up or pull they pants up

Well, baby girl, put ya foot down

Don't let 'em push you around

You know what you like

Baby thug, you know wrong from right

And you done felt wrong before

This can't be what it feel like

And they don't really know what you feel like, for instance

They don't know the difference between real life

And the music videos and the raggedy magazines

They have it **** badder than he seems

All they see is my baggy jeans, my attitude

I ain't mad at you, it's just my glide

Way I wear my hat to the side

The way I lean real low when I ride

That's why in my mind

They like my walk

My accent from New York

My way of thinking is slightly off

They like the way he floss

Leave the block on a bike, he come back in a Porsche

But of course

But most of all, they like my honesty

Integrity, my loyalty

Young Hova and the letter B

How you like that, huh?