Waking Ear

Dr. Dre/"Xxplosive" -- I first heard Nate Dogg in Warren G's "Regulate" and didn't think much of him. But over time, it's become apparent that a gangsta rap party song -- the kind that makes you want to throw your hands up at six in the morning -- must, by law, include Nate. He sings of many fine things, such as smoking bomb-ass sticky. He avoids commitment with women. And he likes to kick it with his homies, singing in his monotone style while they take turns rhyming. He's a scalawag.

Now I have such affection for the man that I smile whenever I hear his voice. I leave you for the weekend with Nate Dogg's words of wisdom from Dre's "Xxplosive."

"All my real Doggs still kick it wit me
All my down hos still trickin wit me
All the true gangstas know
Nate ain't never love no ho
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my true fans still checkin for me
All the real smokers know
They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed...
Real trees...
Chronic leaves...
No seeds...

When I met you last night, baby
Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind)
I thought we had a chance, lady
No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine
Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm...
Don't wanna treat you wrong
Don't wanna lead you on
Here baby, hit the bong
while the west coast rolls along
While we - still makin gangsta hits
You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks
Damn girl you think you slick
Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch"