Damn, didn’t French Montana and Juicy J just drop new mixtapes within the past couple weeks? Well, it’s 2011, TC, what the f*ck is your point? Read the rest of this entry »

While I love when Three 6′s Juicy J and his production partner DJ Paul create the type of riot-inciting, elbow-throwing, mosh pit music they shut down clubs throughout the south with for years. Still, there’s nothing, and I mean nothing, better than when they get their fingers dusty with a Willie Hutch record. Read the rest of this entry »

By now, most of you have thoroughly entertained yourself with repeated listens from Yelawolf’s “Throw It Up,” featuring a hilarious Eminem cameo and a random, yet well-placed reemergence from Gangsta Boo. And while it may have caught most fans off guard to hear from the former Three 6 Mafia starlet leading the charge on the sole Slim Shady feature, it’s a feat she’s made part of her forte her entire tenure in the rap game. Read the rest of this entry »

“New cars, new hoes, Call me Flip Wilson…”

Director Jake Handegard surely cut Juicy J a sweet deal as that’s the only plausible explanation for half-dozen or so videos the original Juiceman’s delivered on recently. Read the rest of this entry »

Chip resuscitates Three 6′s “Sippin’,” putting a more modern, Cleveland spin to the track. Read the rest of this entry »

Graphics: Talia

For anyone who has played sports at any level, it’s always important to practice proper stretching and hydration to prepare for the big game. No amount of electrolytes or muscle therapy, though, can quite get the testosterone pumping like the perfectly selected sonic therapy. Read the rest of this entry »

Juice Game Proper has been chronicling his inebriation for so long it makes you wonder if he really is a high flyer or just mastered the art of bluffing his buzz. If the former is accurate, his brain has to be massive pile of mush by this point, only to be stimulated by the presence of pills, purp or puss. None the matter—his life equals our entertainment in any circumstance and it’s with great pleasure for the Three Sixer and Lex Luger to present their second drug-related street tape, Rubba Band Business 2, to our impure minds. Read the rest of this entry »

This was billed as the “DJ Paul flow everybody keeps asking for…that old Triple Six flow!” Enh, it’s not inaccurate but the money referenced in the song’s title means the Three 6 of old won’t be returning any time soon. I’ve found most of their music from the past few years to be heavily driven by a new formula and type bland. Read the rest of this entry »

So who won’t Rick Ross collaborate with?* You can scratch Triple 6 off that list as they continue to spiral out of their element with talks of bankvaults full of unmarked bills. The Memphis collective went from throwing gang signs to dollar signs under our unsuspecting nostrils and aside from a catchy chorus, I’m not sure what to make of this. Read the rest of this entry »

For some Academy Award-winning, syrup sippin’, crunk every 6 a.m., sunglasses-at-night-wearing rap stars, Three 6 Mafia (which basically consists of Project Pat these days) sure do come with the cheapness for their lead-off video for Laws Of Power, their tenth studio album. From what I can tell, Pill’s stunt double isn’t none too pleased with the quality of recording for this track and voices his displeasure on a Nextel the entire time. Read the rest of this entry »

Yeah it’s that time again.

Too often do we sift through the predictable media cycle of artists yelling how “crazy” their album is or even fixing their lying ass mouths to utter the other “C” word — classic. How about these C’s: cut the crap. Each year, the allure of the album continues to decrease thanks in part to overhyped, superfluous projects that only possess a handful of good songs. Not to mention the legion of stans that will stick by anything short of a satanic message their favorite artist puts out. Not I. Air ‘em out like spring laundry. Read the rest of this entry »

The time was summer of 2003 and tall tees ruled all. 50 was Drake before Drake was Drake (let it marinate). Jay was preparing to break hearts nationwide with his “final” audio diary entitled The Black Album. Wayne had yet to become a worldwide superstar. And, get this, Flip was more relevant than Tip. Yep, seem like distant times, huh? What many may, or may not, remember is that Three 6 Mafia dropped one hell of an album in the form of Da Unbreakables. Read the rest of this entry »

Because everybody’s day deserves some pimpin’, otherwise you’re simpin’. The Drama-free version of Pat & Juicy J’s latest studio concoction. Read the rest of this entry »

Words by Jesse H.

There’s something to this Hip-Hop/Kids cartoon mashup trend going on. Read the rest of this entry »

Approximately three weeks ago on a Monday morning, I emailed Xilla (‘Nuff Respect!) to ask him a question. He answered, then asked me if I wanted to go to help cover the BET Awards as a member of the media.

At first, I thought he was pulling my leg so I said, let me think about it.

*brain starts churning*

“It would be cool.”

“This aggin lying though. I don’t even know him like that.”

“The BET Awards are two weeks away?”

“Enh…the BET Awards sound lame, but what else would I be doing on a Sunday night?”

After about a day of internal debate, I told fam “Sure, I’ll go.”

And by Saturday, June 27th, I boarded a plane for L.A., set to return on Monday morning. Yes, if you know me, I’m not straying far from home for too long. I’m one of those folks who has done pretty much all that a human being needs to experience in order to write a decent autobiographical tale. I’m not a tourist or sight-seeing type either. If you’ve seen the Statue Of Liberty in pictures & postcards, you’ve seen enough in my opinion. Plus, my kids, my lady & my bed > waking up in some strange place & being surrounded by entertainers.

Yes, Gotty’s™ a simple man enjoying the simple pleasures, yet I made an exception for this one. Since it’s not like Nashville has that many red carpet events (okay, none besides Country music), this was a new experience for me & that I couldn’t pass up. But it’s from that simple man angle I use to recount those roughly 48 hours I was in L.A. for the Awards.

Losing It: I only found myself slightly losing composure when I set my eyes on Alicia, Beyonce…and Carmelo. Yes, Carmelo, no pause.

As a lifelong Syracuse fan, my eyes lit up when I saw him, as he’s the man that’s responsible for ending the pain & suffering caused by “The Shot.” I managed to walk up, exchange a quick dap & thank him for that. Truth be told, I prolly would’ve hugged him if he let me.

Beyonce breezed right by with maybe about 5-7 security types around her. She was all smiles & shit though. Unfortunately, it was so random, I couldn’t snap pics fast enough as this wasn’t a part of what we’ll refer to as “the stroll.” I was standing there, most likely oogling @ someone or something else, when I heard a lot of high-ptiched yelps from the crowd. My ears rang for a second before I realized they were yelling “Beyonceeeee!!!!” I wheeled around and Read the rest of this entry »