Aight, aight, I'm
kinna drunk ya'll so I'mma bout to pop this review after a few brewskis if yeow
mean. Red Sox beat the Yankees today in the home opener, not too many chicklets
out nahmsayin' so let's do this shit before the night lights up. Nothin better
to vibe to drunk to and review to than Cali Love from my dude F Sharp. Frankly,
I ain't know a F Sharp from a hole in the dude's head but the west coast Cali
chronic got me on. Outlawz begin shouting about who wanna die, get fucked, die,
same kind yo who knows this is how you listen to music anyway so why
not do it drizzunk. Even an afterwork happy hour ain't keep a brother locked.
Outlawz can hold it down, I'm glad they ain't include a old ass Pac verse; do
ya things playaz, the album dropping soon. The cut by the way is "Don't
Get It Fucked Up." Anyways next. OK, Nextel off the hook hol
up...some hot hook. Aight, 25 mins later buzz goin but still hollin up
a bit for my niggie the "Microphone Mike Vick" Ras Kass on bell-ringing,
electric accordion-riffing "Caution" and I skipped down to THAT joint,
"The Whoop," produced by Dr. Drizzay and featuring Busta Buss on the
hook. This Ras single should appear with a video real soon, so my dude can sell
some records for once, breaking niggas off like leprosy. It is currently pipin
the Sirius soundwaves and features a hypnotic 'hoo-bangin' type vibe and some
"pass-the-Courvoisier" type shit (no wonder you're listening to it,
scromie). Definitely make me want to go back out to the bar. Lyrics is tight
too. Skippin' down again for some more Razzie, the exclusive of this mixtape
is "Deformed Pretty Boys" (Y-O!) featuring more of that underground
shit he known fo'. It can bounce, but the beat is as lethal as the pop culture
references Ras shreds with ease. Album should be tight. When it comin' C-Arson
baller? "Real Talk" presents a nice little piano tune with a sharp
drumbeat and the 'Lawz returning on killer rhymes.
DPG reps all over
the disc-word has it they back together, good for they careers, no doubt-as
these solo attempts are woefully displayed. Daz pumps to "Disco Inferno"
with G'd out verocity grr ; speaks on Eazy E's son (who goes on to
emulate his pops' style to perfection with Pac and Big on an ironic and old-already
"Me Against the World"); joins Young Chris and Neef to an awkward-sounding
combination to say the least; and emulates idol Ice Cube's "Bird in Hand"
with precision. Meanwhile, Kurupt goes asinine to "Stalkin'," then
"Drops it Like its Hot" and rocks The Game's "Westside Story"
with brother Roscoe (not P. Coldchain). Word to the return of Kam. One of the
underrated legends of the Left Coast is my man who absolutely ain't afraid to
spit his feelings on his mind, giving fear to whitey, gov and all them crackas
thinking all that shit. Politically determined, proving "Killa" over
rabid keys, funk synth play, and stampeding drum progress. This release from
F Shizzarp reminds me of some of Smallz shit. The setup is very similar in that
you get a few of them bangin exclusives, some hot coastal R&B, and some
old tracks that help tell a story within the tape (mixing is included!). The
downside of all this is to those exploring for exclusives will come up short
on Cali Love 1. Let's also admit, some of these freestyles over familiar G-Unit
beats and what not are mere throwaways. It's like who hasn't rocked the beat
from "Disco Inferno," who really wants to hear Baby Bash, and who
ready for 40 Glocc? Most likely not too many. With this many big names on one
disc, the talent of the Yay area emcee will be overlooked. The acoustically-smooth
"Runnin" ain't what you think, whereas the hand-plucked, conga-pounced
"Shame" featuring Jayo and Peedy will get skipped by regulars for
G-Unit's "Hate It or Love It (Remix)." Don't ask me how but that just
how the game (aha) is. If nothing, Cali Love is repped lovely on the final joint
by Bishop Lamont. Dr. Dre signee?