Operation Stackola
800
Hip-Hop/Rap
Operation Stackolaは、アルバム『 』の一部として1995年7月4日にVirgin RecordsによりリリースされましたOperation Stackola
メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM83
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Numskull
Vocals
Yukmouth
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerold Ellis
Songwriter
Darren Robinson
Songwriter
Garrick Husband
Songwriter
Joseph Johnson
Songwriter
Richie Rich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D Wiz
Engineer
Darrin Harris
Engineer
Michael Denton
Engineer
N.O. Joe
Producer
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Posted up in the cut
To make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs
Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
I had much love, from dope fiends
Plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
I used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings
Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
Quick to put the gat up an blast on **** that act up
Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
I been broke, rollin through yo muthafuckin' hood in trench coats
Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
I'm not play, I don't play though
I'm out to get yo pay roll
Say ho, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
Fucked in the game like a dildo
From the Vill ho to the muthafuckin' Fillmore for real though
None can get with this sick wit it man slaughter
Practice lookin harder than forty Water
**** all over claimin' they foldin' weight
I caught yo slippin', rippin' that duct tape over yo face
An off the Golden Gate
Let go, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's
Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog, break laws
Lethal weapon like Danny, slangin' candy
Livin' lavish about my cabbage understands me
[Verse 2]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
[Verse 3]
I see what you see, but you don't see what I see
Mill' an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi
Twenty years of age, waitin' fo the say someone say cap me
A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
It's all about makin' mail fuck bein' cute (Woo)
That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
Why there's so many bubbles?
I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble
Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
I gots to move on, an scoot on
Now muthafucka, can you buy that?
Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
And if a **** run up then make his chest full
I toss **** that try to struggle off me, cross me
A gang of jealousy because I'm saucy
It's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
Instead I say moms meetin' pops was a mix up, pick up
Hennessy got my brain runnin' quicker than I can think
Adrenaline pumpin about to faint, ain't no shame
Can't be no 9 to 5 ****
The "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive ****
[Verse 4]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
[Verse 5]
****, notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
The real **** rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe and shit at
He did just that, showed me where the kicks at
An big scratch told Knum to come **** let's get that
Yuk pull over, park the Nova
Tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola
I hold the Mag, lookin' for the attack
Search the whole fuckin' crib 'cause I know he got scratch
Creep up the muthafuckin' stairs wit the ski mask
On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
But we laugh 'cause we see task cars right next door
But we poor, no budget, fuck it, so kick down the door
Boom kick it once, boom kick it twice
Three times it's breakin' an have the fuckin' building shakin'
Make our way through the house nothin' less nothin' more
(Where the kicks at, man?) I think they in the third drawer
There's more, and that's a fa sho-sho
I got the doe, now we up out the door
Before the neighbors call po-po
To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
In my sock, I rub daily 'cause it's scratchin my ankle
It's morning
We unleash to the streets
With twelve G's a piece, headed straight to the East
Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
That's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold
[Verse 6]
I can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Bitch
Written by: D. Robinson, Garrick Husbands, Jerold Ellis, Joseph Johnson, Richie Rich

