YN Playlist: Featuring Andre 3000

Art: Ty Kidd

Stacks hopped on B’s record. He’s hopped on quite a few. There’ll never be a solo album tho. Sorry.

1. “Royal Flush”

2. “Lookin 4 Ya” (Rap Radar Brought You It First Tho)

3. “Art Of Storytellin’ 4”

4. “International Acapella”

5. “I Do”

6. “Throw Some D’s RMX”

7. “Walk It Out RMX”

8. “30 Something RMX”

9. “What A Job” (YN Loves This Joint)

10. “Deuces RMX” (No Breezy, But Clean)

11. “I Want You RMX”

12. “The Fuckin’ Fonzworth Song”

13. “Green Light”

14. “Ride RMX”

15. “Millionaire”

16. “Watch For The Hook”

17. “Black Ice”


18. “Sleazy RMX” (Shout out to Young Guru & Maura)

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  • irishmanmikey

    someone want to put this in a download link?!

  • BK James


  • dre

    hes not that good…nigas make him seem like hes god mc…smh



  • I_Whips_It

    Who needs a link? Firefox + Downloadhelper… download anything you want…

  • Derty Kevin

    What does he mean there will never be a solo album? Anyone care to explain?

  • Derty Kevin

    Oh nvm, I didn’t realize Andre never actually had a solo. Although you can pretty much consider The Love Below a solo albu,.

  • Soul_Assasin

    Damm I miss limewire…

  • Your mother’s “friend”

    “Dare make an honest living or make a crooked killing”

    stop playin 3 stacks…

  • yodaddy

    momma I’mma millionaire…..but I still aint seen the sun…..i woke up EAAARRRRRLLLY this morning

  • Belize

    Yellow one are you bored?

  • Converse

    We need a dre or an ?Outkast album asap!

    and whats up with tha dl? only site that doesnt put a link

  • petey

    big boi > dre

  • puerto-black

    Ain’t a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od
    See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od
    But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it
    Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it
    Sh-sh-sheep, count ’em for the rest of ya life
    Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like
    So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
    He can die, any second, how much long it’s ‘gon take?!
    ‘Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then
    You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet
    Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots
    And they kickin down the do’, and they don’t care who they shoot
    But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do
    So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back
    But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front
    They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!
    They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo’
    Than I wanna give ’em but if I keep talkin they won’t know
    That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter
    Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers
    Log out!

  • puerto-black

    Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo’ eardrums
    It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
    Yellows and greens and blues and browns
    and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated woods
    Ain’t a thing could explain what pertains
    to cocaine it’s a stain that rain
    See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change
    Then they steady move them ki’s like Bob James
    Cause old man winter’s arrived, the temperature dives
    November just died, December’s alive
    Thus it ain’t no typical ride
    Just individual’s way to bring home
    the bacon when bacon was all gone
    Makin it our own, takin me all wrong
    We’ve all indulged in the bulge of those no-no’s
    No you ain’t solo, it’s even lower levels you can go
    Take sun people, put ’em in a land of snow

  • puerto-black

    So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
    Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
    And I apologize if this message gets you down
    Then I CC’d every girl that I’d see see’d round town and
    I hate to see y’all frown but I’d rather see her smiling
    *Wetness* all around me, true, but I’m no island
    Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
    Give up all this pussycat thats in my lap no lookin back
    Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
    They dip as quick as they can
    The atmosphere is now ripped
    Im soul like a Pip, Im Gladys night (play on words)
    So de’light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
    When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
    Like a premie out the womb
    My partner yellin “Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
    Read some litera – ture on the subject
    You sure? F*** it
    You know we got your back like chiroprac – tic
    If that b**** do you dirty
    we’ll wipe her a** out as in detergent
    Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
    I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
    Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
    Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
    Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
    Play your part
    Play your part”

  • puerto-black

    So I’m watchin’ her fine ass
    Walked to my bedroom, and thought to myself
    That’s the shape of things to come
    She said, “Why you in the club, and you don’t make it precipitate?
    You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm”
    I’m like, “Why? ”
    The world needs sun
    The hood needs funds
    There’s a war going on and half the battle is guns
    How dare I throw it on the floor
    When people are poor
    So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord? [?]
    Umbilical attached to a place they can’t afford
    No landscaping, Or window draping
    This old lady told me,
    “If I ain’t got nothin’ good, say nathing”
    That’s why I don’t talk much
    I swear it don’t cost much, to pay attention to me
    I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
    The hood be
    Requesting my services, Oh don’t get nervous it’s
    Step yo game up time, These ain’t them same old rhymes
    Designed to have you dancin’ in some club
    Niggas write to me
    Woman be up in they tub
    Expoliating with hey pom poms
    Yellin’ “GO 3000! ”
    I’m in my whatever bumpin’ what?
    A 100 miles in
    Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’
    Come in
    Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
    Done and
    I’m in
    A swell mood
    A rather swoll mood
    Until she told me that she told (?)
    That’s she’ll be back, she’s going to the store
    I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, so the door
    I pointed her too
    I said, “Call me when ya’ll break up
    I don’t fuck nobody bitch”
    And never only Jacob, know what time it is
    Nigga just tryin’ to live
    Like a Nigga suppose to live
    If I still drink that malt liquor
    I pour that beer
    On the ground for niggas not around
    I started out starvin’
    Now they got me out here Brett Farve’n
    Try’n to see if I still got it… (got it…)
    I guess it’s like the right thing about it… (’bout it…)

  • puerto-black

    Now Walk It Out Like A Usher
    If You Say Real Talk I Probably Won’t Trust you
    If You Wanna Go To War, The Gun’s My Pleasure
    Even Jesus Had 12 Disciples On The Level, Trigger, Whatever
    Pumm You Don’t Want Now Dega 3 Thou
    I’m Like Jury Duty Your New To This Part Of Town
    Your White Tee well to me Looks Like A Nightgown
    Make you Mama Proud Take That Thing To Sizes Down
    Then You Look Like The Man That You Are Or What You Could Be
    I Could
    I Give A Damn ’bout Your Car But Then That Would Be
    If It Was Considered A Classic Before The Drastic Change In Production When Cars Were Metal Instead Of Plastic Value
    Is What I’m Talking About
    Take Two Of These And Walk It Out
    You’ll Be The Reason They Talk It Out
    You Can’t Be The King In The Parkin Lot — Forever
    Not Saying I’m The Best But Till They Find Somrthing Better
    I Am Here No Fear write Me A Letter ’till Then

  • puerto-black

    We work nights, we some vampires
    Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire
    Singin’ folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord
    You download it for free, we get charged back for it
    I know you’re saying, they won’t know they won’t miss it
    Besides, I ain’t a thief, they won’t pay me a visit
    So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
    And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
    Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
    But we just keep recording and it ain’t to get no condo
    And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
    And that cute lil’ chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
    See we do it for that boi that graduated
    That looked you in your eyes real tough and said ‘preciate it
    And that he wouldn’ta made it if it wasn’t for your CD number 9
    And he’s standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin’ talkinbout
    That they used to get high to me in high school
    And they used to make love to me in college
    Then they told me ’bout they first date, listenin’ to my tunes
    And how he, like to finger nail polish
    I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
    I wish you could tell me mo’ but I’m off to the studio, gotta write tonight
    Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don’t see why not
    Devin it’s the Dude you gon’ probably hear him talking ’bout

  • puerto-black

    The farewell email from a female
    but I’m a player, ain’t gonna tell you all the details
    what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
    by the seashore, but she’s not a bore but neither a whore
    who needs to know more
    the kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door…for,
    or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain’t your’s,
    I did things for, ain’t rich ain’t poor
    I want it to do more but hell I just ain’t know her
    well enough to know if this is all she came for
    but enough to know tonight excited she came four
    times to my cousins house to see if I was there
    get ya minds out the gutter man
    we out here tryna have a good time
    and here I am, all heavy with the words where
    somebody that’s a nerd, likely fast forward
    but shit they asked for it
    it’s hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it’s juicy
    you start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses
    chase the Cabooses until the track gone
    I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs

  • puerto-black

    Never has ev-ery member in one crew been so diverse
    Tryin to outdo the last verse that i birthed, that is my curse
    Your knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragons
    Grab the sharpest no. 2 then i’m stabbin
    Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil cause they testin
    Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil cause they testin

  • puerto-black

    @YN, Good lookin out

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  • shady

    Can I get a link to the 30 something remix please.. I cant find the one with out the ´Greg street´ yelling …

  • how can a nigga say dre not one of the best…..lets refer to one of you all time heros eminems tops 3 emcees: royce, jigga, 3000. nuff said

  • No solo album NEVER? Never never ever?

  • steez

    Would’ve been A LOT more convenient if you guys could post a download link for once… you know, like all other hip-hop blogs.

    30 something: http: //d.pr/ofhu

    ^don’t know if they’d block it out so there’s a space after ‘http:’

  • ‘Sir Andre with an accent, Three tripple ‘0’-Been Jammin’! Allawishus and Fat sacks been Ice cold since longtime!Salute from the ‘B’ Borough

  • BallGreeZY

    @Dre ya man, hes terrible. should never have been a rapper. shouldn’t have killed so many songs. been one of the realest lyricsts/rappers/entertainers of all time. shouldn’t have won grammy awards. shouldn’t be one of the most respected artists by his peers. just terrible. how dare YN post something like this.

    Dre, You are an idiot

  • Sho Nuff

    Cats keep beggin for a dl link, u want these people to get hemmed up?? Its the internet take ur fat fingers up to the search engine and find the songs urself u lazy crabs…sheesh…listen to the music and foh wit the whinning

  • I remember reading an article a couple yrs back where Dre said his main motivation is hate. Back in Outkast’s early days,when ppl said that they couldnt do it,that shit motivated him. So pleeeese internet nerds,e-thugs,all of yall,start hating the hell out of 3k asap! lol I need that solo. Say what yall really feel about him because truthfully,alot of NY dudes didnt start giving him props until he “walked it out” (he was 13 yrs deep in the game by then) So I know its still some cats out there that dont respect him.

  • Cream Bmp

    one of the greatest of all time. Lyrics dope and not in a punchline type of way like most of your favorite artist nowadays.

    Learn How I Made $40,000 in a Month, Went Broke & Bounced Right Back! http://t.co/zuS3bF4 (Audio Blog)

  • b

    You aint got no 3thousands lol! Theirs nothing to hate on. Andre is original what more can I say.

  • Tri-Wnning

    Co-sign Dre. he’s really overrated, not saying he’s not ight, but this amazing credit he gets baffles my mind and I know hip hop since…… hip hop

  • pacman24

    where is the LINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • @dagooch your an idiot. unless you’re like 12 yrs old, you don’t get a pass.

  • fall back

    yo any of you young ass bois on here hatein on stacks really need to do they homework… cause this is maybe the dopest mcs from the dirty ever.

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  • puerto-black

    Who said good folks is not supposed to die
    The same nigga that said niggas is not supposed to cry
    United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
    I’m sure they got a cure for A.I.D.S., but yet it’s classified
    You wonder why I spit the truth and not to make no dough
    To make a difference for this motherfucker up and blow
    In pieces
    I could think of many reasons
    Only when shit is goin’ bad, you want to holla Jesus
    Fuck, I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleedin’
    From crawling
    Got these niggas thinkin’ they really ballin’
    when they isn’t
    Don’t take my word, there’s niggas off in prison
    That will tell you
    That’s locked up for long time and won’t sell you
    No flex
    So congregation, will turn you text
    To the book of OutKast
    Chapter two, verse one
    The first one that feel me
    Jump up and make a joyful noise
    You’se OutKasted
    You now have a choice, like that

  • puerto-black

    Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
    This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
    Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
    Really I was flexin’, but the girls they were fine
    I’m the type of guy that notice subtle signs
    When I cuddle mine, she ain’t even tryin
    To look sexy, but even if she was so what
    Mother fucker grow up, don’t mean to be so abrupt
    But that lets me, know that she’s a human being
    And being human’s hard, on the boulevard
    Girl you got it bad, glad I’m not one
    But yet you got it good, you are the hot one
    But I’m Andre, Benjamin Andre to be exact
    You hoped to meet a gentleman one day, well this is that
    In fact, Dookie introduced at a show
    About a year or so ago, I don’t know, mind slips me
    I’m in the southern states, you know where all the pimps be
    Dressin all boogey and carryin’ ugly cups
    And yes you’re getting booed if your shit does not get down
    And yes you’re getting sued by women who didn’t get up
    Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn’t rust
    And beat is a must, and we shouldn’t lust
    But we do, I’m laughin’ at the calendars and clocks
    Ask Scott to match the socks, what’s in your +Speakerboxxx+
    +Pink and Blue+, you’re lolly gaggin, you’re slow pokin
    You got me open, you’re playin wit me, darlin I’m not a toy
    As if I need a baker bring’s the joy, you’re a kiner, the Tyner meanin the real McCoy
    I can’t wait..

  • puerto-black

    A is for Adamsville
    B is Bowen Homes
    See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don’t
    If she ain’t got a good head on her leave that ho alone
    If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
    D is for what I serve, I don’t be on no curb
    She ain’t no junkie neither, I ain’t no dope dealer
    But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack
    Put that pipe in her lap, she ain’t know how to act
    Now that I’ve got your undivided attention I’m
    Gonna say this and run under condition one
    Promise me you gon’ stack, promise me you gon’ ball
    Promise me you’ll invest three fourths of it all
    For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
    Can’t get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
    Cause wealth is the word
    Rich is round the corner from the curb
    Don’t like what I write? Shoot me a bird

  • “im no island…peninsula maybe…makes no sense…i know crazy”

  • puerto-black

    I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
    Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
    You looked at me like yeah nigga right
    But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
    Powder, how’s about them oranges
    Moved away from home to school with big plans
    By day, studied the history of music
    By night, just to pay for that shit, you’d dance
    To get your pants was a mission impossible
    We were both the same age but I
    Suppose wasn’t on the same page but in
    The same book of life so I’d paged you when
    I felt you that were getting off of work
    Or either when you’re on your way to school
    We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
    And in my idle head I’m thinking cool
    Just when I think I’m going down your shirt
    You’re hiking up your skirt now
    The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
    Heaven or hell
    The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
    Therefore hard to tell
    You’d dropped me off by the dungeon
    Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
    Now are these niggaz in this house up to something
    Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?
    Well, yes and no
    Yes we were selling it
    But no it wasn’t blow
    Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
    Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled “ho”
    Meanwhile the video starts playing
    BET college radio and a van
    Packed full of niggaz with a blunt in their hand
    And one in their ear
    You know what I’m saying
    But, I kept your number in my old phone
    Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
    So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
    But I promised I would call you when I got home
    But, when I got home I never did
    By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
    By some nigga in Decatur
    Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that’s life shit
    Now, I’m nineteen with a Cadillac
    My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
    Got a plaque but I’m living with my pop pop
    So I got glock and a low jack
    You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
    And never said much ‘cause half of what he saw
    Was so far from that place you wanna be
    That words only fucked it up more follow me
    Are you starting to gather what I’m getting at?
    Now if I’m losing you tell me then I’ll double back
    But keep in mind, at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
    Silly once said now, but those were the days
    When spring break
    And Daytona
    And Freakniks
    Made you wanna
    Drop out of college and never go back
    Move to the south but that ain’t a Kodak
    Moment, on went myself and big boi
    Well you knew him as Twan
    That’s right you were around before this shit begun
    When Twan had a daughter and
    Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
    We hit the road like jack
    Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
    Girls used to say, y’all talk funny, y’all from the islands?
    And I’d Laughed and they just keep smiling
    No, I’m from Atlanta baby
    He from Savannah, maybe
    We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
    Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
    She’s playing tennis disturbing the tenants
    Fit like glove
    Description is like
    15 doves
    In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
    Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
    Enough about me
    How’s about you?
    How’s the lil’ kid?
    She was about 2 the last time we spoke
    I hadn’t smoked or took a shot of drink
    Cause I’d start the 2nd album off on another note
    Now, that note threw some niggaz in the hood off
    But see I’d balled out, and before I fall out
    I’d Slow my Lac down to a nice speed
    The brain is that fried egg I might need
    New direction was apparent
    I was a child looking at the floor staring
    So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
    Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street
    To make bread-Never primary concern
    Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
    I’d meet muslims, ganstas, bitches, rastas, and macoroni niggaz – imposters
    So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
    I get invited to a club where emcees at
    And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
    Similar to the turban that I covered up my dredz with
    Which I was rocking at the time
    When I was going through them phases trying to find
    Anything that seemed real in the world
    Still searching, but I started liking this girl
    Now you know her
    As Erykah on and on Badu
    Call Tyrone on the phone why you
    Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
    The song wasn’t about me and that ain’t my name
    We’re young, in love, in short we had fun
    No regrets no abortion, had a son
    By the name of Seven
    And he’s five
    By the time I do this mix, he’ll probably be six
    You do the arithmetic
    Me do the language arts
    Y’all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
    To poke you in the heart
    And take you from the start
    To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
    Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
    Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she’s smart
    Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
    And he sells you that rabbit that’s been sitting in his yard
    You fix it up.. you trick it out.. you give it rims.. you give it bump
    You give it all your time because that’s all you can think about
    ..And that’s as far as I got

  • puerto-black

    In-slum-national, underground
    Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
    Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
    You can’t stop a train
    Who want some? Don’t come un-pre-pared
    I’ll be there, but when I leave there
    Better be a household name
    Weather man tellin’ us it ain’t gon’ rain
    So now we sittin’ in a drop-top, soakin wet
    In a silk suit, tryin’ not to sweat
    Hits somersaults without the net
    But this’ll be the year that we won’t forget
    One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
    Long as you know consequences are given for livin – the fence is
    too high to jump in jail
    Too low to dig, I might just touch hell – HOT!
    Get a life, now they gon’ sell
    Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
    A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
    Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
    Stack of question with no answers
    Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
    Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
    Get back home, things are wrong
    Well not really, it was bad all along
    before you left adds up to a ball of power
    Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
    Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
    Believe there’s always mo’, OWWWW!

  • puerto-black

    Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
    I remember her number like the summer
    when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber – – party
    but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
    Well it was more like spend the night
    Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
    We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
    in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
    all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
    (aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
    I said what you wanna be, she said, “Alive” (hmm)
    It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
    I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
    Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
    to find lil Sasha was gone
    Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
    I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
    that I would one day see her standin in the front row
    But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
    With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

  • puerto-black

    Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
    Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
    Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
    Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
    Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
    Silly mortals haven’t a clue
    as to what the fuck is goin on
    I’m on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon
    “Hello?” This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
    Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
    Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain’t much time
    Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that’s our sign
    Omega Nigga IFO’s are landin in Decatur
    Hope I’m not over your head but if so you will catch on later
    Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo’
    Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so’
    from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
    appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done

  • puerto-black

    3000 is over-rated now? Come on, Son.

  • jams

    no one from the A cant fuck with andre 3000

  • my mistake….wrong link. fuck it im gonna make the folder, zip it and hulkshare it. give me a little while

  • Art of Storytellin’

    “I started out starving / Now they got me out here Brett Favrin’
    Trying to see if I still got it / I guess it’s like a bike think about it”

    Got damn that line sums it up…

    3 Stacks

  • Da Business

    LMAO @ Dre

    R U SERIOUS?!?!?

    No disrespect, but do ur research homie, u’re missing out.

  • sourcian

    we could def use that link No Mercy!

  • Me

    if u listen to what a job verse and dont like that you dont like hip hop please leave the site asap

  • bigg5364

    ^Cosign!!! I really need his album.


    Big Elliot….what up potna. Thanks so much for this Dre 3000 playlist. How soon people forget….Outkast is THE MOST IMPORTANT group to come out of The South!!! Go back to 1994 when NO ONE except The Geto Boys and UGK, who are both from TX, was making any true noise out of the South. Then along came the ORIGINAL “Two Dope Boys in a Cadillac” and the rest was history. BTW…you forgot one song that features Dre 3000 at his finest C.O.L.O.U.R.S – Everybody. Record is FIRE!!!

  • dugee f buller

    so 3 stacks aint 1 of the best?….HA!..i see this pond got a rack of ducks in it!..no bread crumbs..3 stacks is *mark jackson voice* DERE GOES DAT MAN, MAMA!….HAHA..#teambongski!

  • @net weight
    i said that was eminems all time top 3 emcees not mine so you the idiot for not reading. dre is top 10 point blank and he comes from the top group ever. they have not put out a wack group album ever and no other group in hiphop can claim that no epmd no tribe none of them can claim that amount of quality over as many albums as they have.

  • Matt

    @No Mercy

    tried downloading that, didn’t work properly. If you can put up a different link I appreciate the time and effort. And does anybody know about that firefox download helper that was mentioned?

  • Sam

    damn this is fire..
    nobody fuckin w/ 3 stacks. all those white boys who think em is the greatest need to recognize. cuz em himself knows. he said it. a working link would be nice tho. i tried to put one together but idk how to upload

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