remarks on during 'Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin')' featuring Kendrick Lamar, and yet his rattling through street slang and drug combos is the inspired stuff of early E-40 or Too Short without the relaxed pimp stance. The Breaking Bad cast would even balk at the drug consumption quest Y.G.

chorus that can't be repeated in mixed company. He's making sure, as his furious Momma yells during the intro, he's not winding up in jail 'like your damn Daddy!', and becomes a 'people person' the only way he knows how, by enlisting that Parliamentary funk during the party starting 'Do It to Ya' which comes with an 'Ass up!' and etc. has got that 'music as a way out' thing going into overdrive. My Krazy Life is an excitement-packed journey back to the days when the hardest gun talk and most thrilling, plus provocative, put-downs came from the underbelly of the Golden State, but as much as the album revels in murder, misogyny, and mayhem, Y.G. crew in their early days, combined with a little of that Geto Boys' ramshackle kamikaze style, although they were, obviously, born in Houston.

Besides that, on his Def Jam debut he's got that smartass killer attitude of the N.W.A. wants to bring all the gold home to the land of Cube, Snoop, Dre, and Eazy-E. That leaves gangsta rap's birthplace, the West Coast, with little representation, but the 24-year-old - and sounding much younger - Compton kid known as Y.G.

Love it or loathe it, unashamed gangsta rap exists, and in 2014, it thrives with folks like Chief Keef and other Chicago-based thugs ruling the youth side of the genre, while Southern smokers take up the rest of the chart positions, including plenty of freaky hits for Gucci Mane and glitzy baller smashes coming from the Miami-based Don Rick Ross.

Yg my krazy life clean