Everyone Was Gangsta in the ’90s

I don’t know about y’all, but my ’90s years were badass. I was broke as hell, rocked crazy hair and spent all my time and money on music and drankin. Pretty much a dream life.

And one of my favorite things to do was hop in the Geo Metro, pick up my girls and bump some gangsta shit. We’d pop in a tape, crank down the windows (manually), let the wind slap through our jheri curls, and kick the hydraulics on the whip.

And we looked nice. We didn’t spend half the day at Contempo Casuals to look like scrubs, y’all. Let’s just say when we rolled up in the Metro, the fellas made themselves known. And as soon as they heard some of the cuts we were droppin’, they were on a sister like khakis on Dre.

Steady Mobbin’ is not just the name of a jam, it’s a way of life.

MC Breed
Ain’t No Future in Yo Frontin’
MC Breed & DFC, 1991
This was my JAY-UM! All I ever wanted was to shine it up good/kick it through my neighborhood/Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood. Still makes me say “ooo-wee!” today.

Ice Cube
Steady Mobbin’
Death Certificate, 1991
Look, I know this song is homophobic and talks openly about both pooping and feminine hygiene products. It’s offensive on many levels. But oh damn, that beat is slammin!

Warren G
Regulate
Regulate…G Funk Era, 1994
This was the slow jam we turned to when we wanted to get a little quiet and maybe share a 40 with that special ruffneck.

WC and the Maad Circle Feat. Ice Cube and Mack 10
West Up!
Curb Servin’, 1995
Is there a joint more west coast than this? I will throw up the “W” to this day. Motherf*cker, west UP!