Heat 4 Yo Azz

Thick, rolling Jive-era funk loops and Celly's flat, conversational delivery make this feel like a long ride through the 'hood at dusk with the windows down. Sits right in that Bay-to-Sac corridor between Spice 1's menace and something looser and more street-comedic. Came out the same year the G-funk wave was cresting and somehow got swallowed by it despite holding its own weight.

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