Was fucking nuts. I got to see my heroes Dre, Snoop, DPGC, RIP Nate Dogg & 2Pac, Boo & Tony Yayo, Em, Wiz. Got into a fucking shoving match/mosh pit while moving extra slow at ASAP Rocky, fell in love with the chick from M83 who kicked so much ass. Feel back in love with Feist. Fell in love with multiple chicks at all the sets I visited. Over all it was a swell time……except….I’m not sure if it was the lingering effects of my promethazine use during ASAP Rocky, the second hand smoke fog during Dre & Snoop, my lack of sleep, dehydration, or a combination of everything, but I am pretty sure I was hallucinating on the drive home. It didn’t help when I drove into DTLA while listening to Pac’s Death Around The Corner, then boom guess who is waiting for me, looming over the staples center? Death! Or really dark palm trees, I honestly could not tell. Moral of the story kids: Go see your musical heroes while you can totally worth it and stay away from the illegal drugs, only do the kind that have been prescribed by a Dr. I consider Dr Dre a doctor FYI.
You’re move Radiohead. Also could someone get Mattel on the line, tell them to step up R&D on the hoverboard?
I know they won’t play this song since it isn’t an ‘official’ release, but got damn would it be awesome to hear it live, especially if/when the crowd sings Nate Dogg’s verse:
Give me that bomb in-stru-mental/Straight from gangbang central
RIP Nate Dogg Coachella won’t be the same without.
So according to my reliable top flight security of the world hook ups, my dad, Complex, and the G-Child, Dre & Snoop are bringing among others, the DPGC, 2/3rds of 213 (RIP Nate Dogg), Em, and K. Dot. I’m pretty sure I will be dead come monday morning. I think God is allowing me to live long enough so I can see this show go down in my own backyard, literally and figuratively. With that said, since my days on this planet on number, I had no choice but to bring the storm showers this weekend for Coachella. I’m liquidating my bank accounts and most of my possessions and I’m making it rain in this bitch Coachellafest weekend one. If I’m not watching K. Dot or Frank Ocean on Friday, A$AP Rocky or Childish Gambino on Saturday, or The Weeknd, ATDI, or Dre & Snoop on Sunday, then I’ll be sitting back in the VIP section of Lynx tossing hundreds like I’m Tyga in Rack City.
If I ever get famous enough to host my own mixtape, I’ll make sure to get swizzy to redo this beat and get either Slaughterhouse, Saigon, Fab, Banks & Santana, or, keeping in line with the theme of going across the hip hop country, get Schoolboy Q, Elzhi, 2 Chainz, & ASAP Rocky to spit over this beat.
BTW, Kiss’ verse. SMH damn.
It ain’t nothing but a muthafuckin’ gangsta party…..
Fuck Jay-Z. Fuck Yeezy. Muthafuckin Dr Dre & Snoop are closing out Coachella Fest. Dr MUTHAFUCKIN DRE and SNOOP D-O-DOUBLE-MUTHAFUCKIN-G are gonna be in MY HOOD. My hometown, where I grew up! You better fucking believe I’m gonna be there. Might even rush the fucking stage.
Not to be forgotten, At The Drive-In is reuniting, probably not AT, at Coachella and playing the same day. I don’t have to see anyone else but those two acts. I might even fuck around and go both weekends. I imagine this is how Luis would feel if Weezer played his backyard or if Broken Social Scene decided to play Santo Domingo while Oz was visiting. Doc Muthafuckin Dre. The world truly is coming to an end this year you guys and apparently God must be cool with me because he is making things I’ve wanted to see happen before I die happen. Fuck it, it was nice knowing y’all, and even when I’m dead don’t worry I’ll still have someone updating my tumblr. Good job 2012!
E’erybody know da KANG, yea I said da KANG, of da SOUTH has returned *T.I. VOICE*, to reclaim his title. What about the West Coast? The video shows you the level of excellence needed to even THINK about wasting Dre’s time with a phone call to MAYBE come listen to some shit. Snoop called up, DJ Pooh, Battlecat AND Quik, to produce just 4 songs worth of being played in front of the God Producer DRE. Snoops monologue is more of a commanding of the troops. The way he talks about Still D.R.E, the making of that record. He says that shit still hits harder anything those three men have produced and it’s OLD SHIT. OLD. Fuck. Detox. It’s Over. West Coast.
Nas Performs Next Episode with the DPGC.
Dang, Nas and DPG singing Next Episode. I wish I could been there for this. Yo Nas, the west coast loves you as well my dude.
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