![]() ![]() The song was so big, I guess they had no choice but to do it. ![]() “They superimposed them together in the low-rider with green screen,” adds Cool. “They couldn’t bear to be in the same room together.” “I hate to break the news, but those guys had to shoot their parts for that music video separately,” says the song’s co-producer Dre, one half of Miami-based rap production duo Cool and Dre. Yet the classic music video for The Gameand 50 Cent’s “Hate It Or Love It,” which features the two rappers riding through each other’s respective hoods like blood brothers, was all an illusion. In 2005, New York and Compton briefly united for the kind of rap anthem that is so charming you could comfortably play it at a family BBQ without receiving any strange looks from the over-70s. Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go ‘head’n envy me I’m raps MVP And I ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me I started out at 15, scared as hell I took 30 off a pack and i made them sales As a youth man i used to hustle for loot With that little deuce deuce and my triple fat goose Sippin’ easy jesus, rockin’ the leases But mama whipped me when she found my pieces I look back on life and think thank god im blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest You know im still nice wit my cook game Look man, it’s a hood thang Thats why im loved in Brooklyn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time homie I’m still all good Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die I took the bullets outta fifty put em in my fo’ five And i aint even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who ain’t seen a royalty check Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go ‘head’n envy me I’m raps MVP And I ain’t goin nowhere so you can get to know me източник: Behind The Beat, Thomas Hobbs spoke with Cool and Dre about producing The Game and 50 Cent’s “Hate It Or Love It,” the best rags-to-riches song since The Notorious B.I.G.’s “Juicy.” ![]() shirt in my coat Now im speedin’ reminiscin’ Holdin’ my weed here never listen If I see him, im’a lift him Maybe that’ll even the score But if not it’ll be me on the floor. Yeah, let’s take em back Uh huh Comin’ up I was confused my mamma kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin’ up in a cold world Daddy ain’t around probably out commitin’ felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a four-finger ring One of them gold ropes Nana told me if I pass I get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs i’d get the hat, now that’d be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep at night Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike Different day same shit, ain’t nothing good in the hood I’d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go ‘head envy me I’m raps MVP And I ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me I Told Dre from the gate I carried the heat for ya First mixtape song i inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya G-G-G-G Unit Fo Ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my NWA gold and Had the whole crowd yellin “Free Yayo” So Niggas betta get up outta mine Fo’ I creep and turn yo’ projects into columbine And I’m rap’s MVP Don’t make me remind y’all what happened to DC This nigga ain’t Gotti He pretend Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems yo’ little rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch When the doubts was out who gave the west coast mouth to mouth Haha Hate it or love it the underdog’s on top And I’m gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go ‘head envy me I’m raps MVP And I ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me From the beginnin to the end Losers lose winners win This is real we ain’t gotta pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change its stayin the same How many of them boys was wit ya When you had that little TV You had to hit on to get a picture I’m walkin with the snub Cus niggas do a lot of slip talkin in the club Til they coughing on the rug I aint never had much but a walkman and a bud My role model was gone Snortin up his drugs Bad enough we want me to choke My boi’ just got poked in the throat Now its a R.I.P. ![]()
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