Nelly is back with his new POP song “Hey Porsche,” and is receiving mixed reviews. I call it pop because there’s nothing Hip-Hop about it (despite what iTunes says). I am personally disappointed in the track because I’m already overwhelmed with what radio has to offer these days, and it would have been nice for an early 2000’s rapper to come back and show off his ability to remain relevant and still TRUE.
Enjoy my review of Nelly’s new song, “Hey Porsche.” And let me know your thoughts below!
If you’ve never heard this song “Stay” by Rihanna feat. Mikky Ekko, you MUST go listen to it after watching this lyric review!
I may not be a “rapper” but I can write my ass off! And sometimes I feel like spittin’. This beat was provided by
German producer East Hope, who, together with myself, will be choosing one (or TWO) more people to be featured on this song!
If you want to work with us, be heard and promoted, then spit a FIRE 2nd verse on this track for submission. Download the song HERE, record your verse, and
upload it as a video response by clicking HERE (<–the YouTube landing page for this video). I look forward to hearing your work,
good luck!
Lyrics:
Ima double down hope ’cause I know it’s a safe bet,
hands high if you really wanna feel it.
‘Cause I’m double time dope but I’ll never be a base head,
can’t lie I get faded on adrenaline!
Copious notes and stacks in loans and fear of being broke
calmed that a** like Ritalin!
So don’t act like chit-a-lins, f*ckin’ up aroma when the pan starts sizzlin’.
Haters!
You need my love, to burn blue like a crip killa
be my blood.
And let’s bruise like a tattoo
grease and rub
then stand tall like a hairdo
tease and bump…
Get cheddar like beef and buns
If I wanted I could feed the whole team for lunch, you wit it?
Turn the speakers up…
and let the beat erupt!
I got a volcano spout where the heat come out.
Fire in my lungs like I’m chiefing now.
But I don’t need a blunt to hold the green down
smokin’ til broke is old and weak now…
Let’s grow and be proud,
let’s roast the beef now.
‘Cause my hunger for the grass is more than these cows
beggin’ for a laugh, I’m over these clowns.
Who be buzzin’ on top like the foam on a soda pop-POP,
but they killin’ ’em softly.
I be floatin’ with the pulp and the seed from organic crops,
so when they need, healing they call me.
It’s a lonely road I travel
with the Oprah’s, Ye’s and Hova’s,
so when I come back with stacks and plaques,
don’t act like I never told ya!
Yesterday (April 26, 2012) Def Jam’s Nas released the third single off of his up and coming album “Life is Good” titled “Daughters.” I wasn’t expecting this to hit the airwaves until May 1st, so I’ll consider it an early gift from The Don. Here is my lyrical review of “Daughters,” and a few comments about why I think men ought to step their grown man up and start taking care of their daughters. Thanks for the edge NAS!LYRICS:Check it out
I call it
Yeah, yeah
I call it “Shit for Niggas wit’ Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas wit’ Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas wit’ Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas wit’ Daughters”
[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while I’m on stage I can’t leave her defenseless
Plus she’s seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin’
So if her husband is a gangster can’t be mad, I love her
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail- dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head’s at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your mama crib, plus I’m sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don’t think I’m slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You 17, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I’m not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it
[Hook]
This for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
Yo, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
Shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call it, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said “Nas go and get ya kid”
She’s on Twitter, I know she ain’t gon post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don’t know what got inside this child’s mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized I ain’t the strictest parent
I’m too loose, I’m too cool with her
Shoulda drove on time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they too nurture teen talents
They grow fast
One day she’s ya little princess, next day she talking boy business
What is this?
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God get’s us back, he makes us have precious little girls
[Hook]
This for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
Yo, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
Shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
I call it, not sayin’ that our sons are less important
[Verse 3]
And I ain’t tryna mess ya thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain’t easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
Cuz we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Occasionally I like to take notice of the artists who may not yet be ON, but are certainly ON their way.
This video features two, one band, and one single artist, both r&b.
Enjoy!
Pieced Apart Music 