Home Forums Miscellaneous Topics Movie, Book, and Music Review Why can't a white group write a song like this??

I love gangster rap because they write songs about their guns. I find that hilarious. I used to identify with it a lot in college when I wasn't able to get a date, so I spent most of my time and effort going shooting and buying up AK's, packing 9s, etc.

All the white music groups were whining about girlfriends they lost or how their life was miserable now that they were famous...What's up with that?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out [bleep] its simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go I got a tagalong
Cause my buzz gettin' strong and they mad I'm on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
Or wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum and shine his chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam and a scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Took him with me to the hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
You meet him, your destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring him out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie
[bleep] they know I got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on [bleep] and beatin' up base heads
These [bleep] sayin' doley just like they pretend
Keep [bleep]' around they gon say hello to my little friend.

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that [bleep] wished he'd never stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that [bleep] done stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run and you even say [bleep]
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The Glock stay with me we friends till the end.

So what you are saying is white groups or white music, should create the positive message rap does?

Any "white group" could write [bleep] like that........question is why would they want to?

sounds like a load of crap.

Is "[bleep]" PC??????

Scary! Glad I'm not in that neighborhood.

Why should white groups lower themselves to the level of the "[bleep]"?

If that's not third world trash, grits ain't grocerys

g

Where's Bill Cosby when you need 'im...

Any idiot with some time in kindergarten could write a piece of useless crap like that. The lure of that sort of music is that it is style dependent, not artistry dependent. Anybody is able to mimic the style, and be successful. Perfecting the artistry of your instrument takes dedication, time, and brains. It permits you to interpret the music as you wish, not as you must, given your limitations. Most people would be surprised at the depth of talent of most popular performers.The good guys make it look easy.

It would be music by "wiggaz".

Derek..."I love gangster rap"... That explains a LOT!

I just wish there was some rock music about guns and stuff.

Buying his Glock a rubber coat for Christmas, I laugh every time I hear that.

About what, me?

Got to be a generation gap...

Even the corny songs of our day had a story to tell..

OK Derek, 50 cent loves his gun, Commander Cody loved his car, you tell me who had the better talent?




My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Where the Fords and Lincolns were settin' the pace?
That story is true I'm here to say
I was drivin' that model A.

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That a Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all
Got overdrive, just won't stall

With a four barrel carb and dual exhausts
With four-eleven gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, the tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
And the moon and the stars were shining bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passin' cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the tail lights was all you could see

Now the fellas ribbed me for being behind
So thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot of the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into over drive

Wound it up to a-hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more

Now the boys all thought that I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said "Slow down, I see spots!"
The lines on the road just looked like dots

Took a corner, Side-Swiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck My Fenders was clickin' the guard rail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was coming from outta of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't ya know by then we'd be low on gas?

Had flames comin' from outta the side
Feel the tension, man what a ride
I said "Look out boys, I've got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of the sudden she started to knockin'
And down in a dips she started to rockin'
I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
He said "Son, you're gonna to drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Don't forget R. Dean Taylor, Indiana Wants Me: One of my old favorites.

(Police Sirens)

Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there
Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there
I wish I had you, to talk to

If a man ever needed dying he did
No one had a right to say
What he said about you
And it's so cold and lonely here without you
Out there the law is a-coming
I've been so tired of running

Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there
Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there
I wish I had you, to talk to

It hurts to see the man that I've become
And to know I'll never see
The morning sunshine on the land
I'll never see your smiling face
Or touch your hand
If just once more I could see
You, our home and our little baby

Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there
Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there

(Police Sirens)

I wish I had you, to talk to

I hope this letter finds it's way to you
Forgive me love for the shame
I've put you through and all the tears
Hang on love to the memories of those happy years
Red lights are flashing around me
Good Lord it looks like they found me

Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there
Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there
I wish I had you, to talk to

(Repeat line "Indiana wants me
Lord I can't go back there" over
and over with background of
"This is the police
You are surrounded
Give yourself up" and fade)

Problem is, where is this talent in ANY music today? Taylor Swift? Britney Spears? Nickelback? GAG ME!

Yea, Barkoff!

Here is one version: Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen: Hot Rod Lincoln on YouTube

... and here is a version in more recent years: more recent

Always liked that song!

John

White wannabe gangstaz... "Wankstaz".

Most people today lack imagination so they're a bunch of followers. The world is full of people who think they're doing their own thing.

People with imagination and real guts blaze their own trails.

Any idiot can follow.

And all of them do. That's a fact.

Teach your kids to be imaginative and to be an individual. They'll thank you for it with everything they do. Some will even thank you for it verbally... once it dawns on them what it was you did for them.

Better yet.