I Did Inhale, and I Liked It…
The first day of the week is already here again. Dayum! I remember getting home from hanging out on Friday night pretty early. I just got my check cashed from the spot up the block and I went to the liquor shop to get myself that good shit. Fuck a Grey Goose, that good shit is Belvedere. If you fucks with vodka, and I fucks with vodka, and if you like French fries, and I like French fries, then you need to fucks with Belvy. That shit is fermented with potatoes instead of grain. Plus the shit is distilled like a thousand times so its smoother than a fuck. Anyhoo…
I gets home early and I have a special treat for myself. I have a bottle of that Branson. Now I don’t never fucks with the narcotics anymore (and neither should you), but I was about to preview the new Devin the Dude album and I wanted to be in the right state of mind, i.e. altered. I called this weed Branson although it isn’t the official Branson since that spot got shut down years ago, but its this light green shit in a mothereffin’ testtube. I was getting lifted just staring at the shit. Since everyone was saying that this album was the truth I wanted to do it the proper justice and put my mind on that next level. Don’t front and act like music doesn’t sound better in the headphones after an el of that piffy.
Devin is familiar to me from that Dre album twenty years ago. I prah’lee haven’t checked for him because I’ve never heard him on the radio. Chances are that I never will, although this album has at least one track that should be programmed into every ClearChannel affiliate. Devin’s flow is so laid back and smooth I can’t believe it’s not butter. No way this dude is not from Cali. But he’s not from L.A., he’s from Houston, the Mid-Westsiiiide. Texas is taking over this Hip-Hop shit word to Kevin Durant and the Longhorns. I can hear so much soul on this dude’s album I can’t believe that he and 3000 haven’t collabo’d before. Devin is too talented to pigeonhole himself with his radio unfriendly content, but I suppose this is how he keeps it real. Support real Hip-Hop and buy the Dude’s new album ‘Waiting To Inhale’ when it drops. Just fit it inside your weekly weed budget like a box Dutch Masters.
What A Job This Is – You already heard this track several times on this site. 3000 and Snoop guest on this joint. Real Hip-Hop soul is going down. This will be the official convertible song during spring break in Corpus Christi. Someone will getting broke off proper while this shit plays and 3000 calls it.
Hope I don’t Get Sick A Dis – The piano on this track sounds like some classic Dre shit. Devin’s flow with some production from the Doctor would be unreal. Literally tongue in groove (nullus) like the young Snoop over Dre tracks.
She Useta Be – I’m so high right now and the Dude kills this hazy sounding track. He tells the story of a chick that let her body go from “elegant to elephant”. LMAO when he spits about the meal she makes for herself. This is some of the best Hip-Hop since Biz Markie talked about people catching the ‘vapors’.
Little Girl Lost – Devin even has one of those new fangled sensitive Hip-Hop tracks about runaway girls a la Ludacris. Your favorite man-kissing rapper guests on this song. I didn’t let his weak flow ruin the album I was experiencing. Bun B also put 16 on the song, but at least his shit was compelling.
Nothin To Roll With – This is Dude’s ode to his bong. It reminds me of the time that I didn’t even have two quarters to buy a White Owl so I used the paper bag that my forty ounce was in.
Cutcha Up – This joint is my favorite track on the album and that’s a fucked up thing to admit since it’s a paean to pedophilia. Devin explains why it’s so much better for a young lady to gain experience from an older man before she truly enters the world. I almost wouldn’t mind my 15yr old daughter dating the Dude. He sounds like he would be so nice to her when he busts her cherry. Update** – This joint is really a paean to the piff. Commenter Sam Juicy points me to Noz’ blog for the video link. Dude is kahrayzee.
For everyone that fucks with the Dude on the regulack this music is nothing new to y’all. For the rest of us that are just getting up on the Dude it’s a fun segue into an artist that doesn’t take himself too seriously. You don’t need to be altered to enjoy the album either so leave the drugs alone unless you are in college. That’s what college is for and Devin The Dude’s ‘Waiting To Inhale’ should be acknowledged as the mandatory Spring Break 2007 soundtrack.