Dr Dre's ProductionSkills
Hutch, yella, Mel-man, Daz, Mike Elizondo
1. Show us the fact that Scott Storch produced any Dr. Dre beat, and after that explain why all dre's beats are better than his.
2. Dr. Dre schooled all these kids on production, everyone who worked with him got schooled by him.
3. He can't write lyrics that's it, he was a very dope rapper though. Dope flow, delivery, performer etc.
Straight Outta Compton, nikkaz 4 Life, Doggystyle, 2001, Chronic, No One Can Do It Better
besides the full albums he made the beats to and produced, which are probably 5 out of the 20 best produced albums of all time.
He also produced other full albums, not made the beats (even though he made a few on them) but his production skills as in terms of the classic definition of production is untouched as well.
1. dre is a glorifed mixer.... thats not a producer... storch comming up with a beat and doing 75% of the beat and dre comming in an mixing it making "it sound" better dont make you a great.... LETS BE REAL... BEATS MADE BY THE "GREAT" DR DRE WILL ALWAYS HAVE MORE HYPE AND SELLABLITY than a beat made by an up an comming artists...
2. HE AINT SCHOOLED SH1T.... GO LOOK AT ALL THE NWA RECORDS.. CO PRODUCED BY YELLA.. WHY YOU GIVING THAT BUM CO PRODUCITON CREDITS IF YOUR SUCH A GENIUS... SECONDLY HUTCH SCHOOL DRE ON ALL THE CHRONIC PRODUCTION STYLE...ALL OF IT... ITS WELL KNOWN DRE "BORROWED" THAT WHOLE G FUNK STYLE
ALSO DAZ WAS ALL OVER THE CHRONIC AND DOGGYSTILE... TAKE A LOOK AT DAZ SOLO STUFF AFTER WORDS ITS LIKE SECOND COUSINS OF THOSE ALBUMS... DRES WORK AFTER DEATH ROW SOUNDED LIKE WAIT FOR IT>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.ANOTHER PRODUCER HELPING HIM..
3. yeah cool... has nothing to do with his production though
he is over ratd garbage who WILL NEVER PUT OUT AN ALBUM FULLY PRODUCED BY HIS OWN "LEGENDARY " TALENT... he cant ... never had it never will...
I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shyt, is getting stupid again
These nikkas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if nikkas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nikka, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the ?floor?
The ground-level ground shovel diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused 'cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shyt in first, nikka, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad 'cause the bytch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nikka, you sound shytty
I'll take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix 'cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bytch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast
\Kam got get-back
So get up off my dikk, rat
nikka, that shyt whack
You want a hit track?
Where Quik at?
Knick, knack, patty whack
I only bone dimes
How you tight? You don't even write your own rhymes
It's been a long time
Since you last heard from me
Like Bill ass Hillary, "what's up?"
Still love me, pretty young thang?
City I'm from bang
What's up, nikka?
Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings
You's a fruity-o, you make the most excuses
And keep a studio full of ghost producers
Young boss heard
You was tryin' to floss, nerd
Hollerin' "which side is the realest?"
Who you steal that from? (Mausberg)
The street slang thief is your chief employment
You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment
Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags
Adios, buenos dias, fukk y'all fags
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