Regulate

That line cracks me up for some reason, particularly with the video accompanying it.

The thing to note about "Regulate" though is the whistling. There's something very important about that.

'seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak, all you skirts know what's up with 213...'

this song is very very cheesy but in the best possible way. I think he just IS corny. and I can respect that. There are some other good songs on the LP, like 'do you see' and 'the dove shack' Ally you ROCK for bringing this up.

I'm tweaking, into a whole new era. G-funk step to this... I DARE YA!

i love this song. yes, it is quite possibly the best song ever. there are several reasons why: 1)it's mega mega mega funky 2)it's completely un-self-conscious and ernest - that's why some of you might find it embarrassing or cheesy, but i find it really endearing 3)nate dogg: so cool, warren g: such a nerd...yet they come together and create exhilirating g-funk, funked out with a gangster twist.

and are you using "funky" as actual real word that you would use in conversation with actual real people?

Somehow this song is stuck for the millionth time in my mind, simply because I read "if you smoke like I smoke" in some Stylus review...

This track has a supernatural way of carving bits of lyrics in my brain.

By the way, isn't the song actually titled "Regulaters" (whereas the album was called "Regulate... The G-Funk Era")?

I'd like a list of songs that refer to 'shootin' dice' now I think.

-- JB (JB...), March 19th, 2002 7:00 PM.

This is a pretty funny post.

I have it in my head. Discuss why it's the best song ever.

― Ally, Wednesday, March 20, 2002 1:00 AM (8 years ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

Ally OTM

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regulate_%28song%29#Synopsis

Excellent work dudes responsible.

Preserving for posterity:

On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighborhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.

Nate Dogg, having just arrived in Long Beach, seeks Warren. On his way to find Warren, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. Regardless, he insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement.

Warren makes a left turn at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful robbers reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a less than favorable predicament.

Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.

Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he's being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a name brand designer watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.

Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.

The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren's head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood. As he imagines himself in a fantastical escape, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.

Nate has seventeen cartridges to expend (sixteen residing in the pistol's magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) on the group of robbers, and he uses many of them. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges.

Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate's account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate's singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy.

The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. He also notes that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication daily (from Nate's other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a vague threat to "busters," suggesting that he and Warren will further "regulate" any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their enemies with small arms fire).

Applause.

Now if only someone could apply the same mastery to 'Down in the Tube Station at Midnight' utilising the insights gained in the legendary thread.

Needs: After the robbers are shot and begin to enter rigor mortis, they fall down in protest, but it is slightly too late as the protagonists have already taken care of the situation.

I've always liked the strange blank look in Nate Dogg's eyes in the original video.

This section got a bit short-changed:

I'm tweaking into a whole new era
G-Funk, step to this I dare ya
Funk: on a whole new level

the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble

Chords, Strings, We brings
Melody. G-Funk: where rhythm is life
and life is rhythm

Haha, I was going to post that. Amazing.

That wiki post should be in the next Da Capo Best Music Writing book.

http://www.ilxor.com/ILX/ThreadSelectedControllerServlet?boardid=77&threadid=82861

damn 77 HAHAHA RAP LYRICS BUT LIKE ALL STODGY AND PROPER ENGLISH AND SHIT THANKS FOR THE EMAIL FORWARD DAD

Yeah, well the joke's on the writer and it makes a pleasant change from middle class, privileged white hipster wigga cunts engaging in what basically ammounts to deeply unpleasant piss taking at best and plain racism at worst.

I could stand to go a few months without reading some data entry berk living out his Clipse fantasies in public. But maybe that's just me.

I mean, you can't just be rolling up here like some geek off the street. You gotta be handy with the steel.