RWD Crash The Game’s BBQ: California Love
Artist:
The Game
You just woke up, it’s a sunny day, and you’re in LA. The phone rings – it’s The Game wondering whether you’re free for a quick BBQ. A quick check of the diary reveals we gotta gap, so off to Glenwood we go. You know how we do.
Words & images by Hattie Collins
Arriving at Game’s Glenwood residence we note the freshly trimmed lawns and the five cars parked outside. Compton this ain’t. “The difference between the two is very simple,” says Jayceon Taylor aka Mr Black Wall St aka the boy-that-beefs, as he welcomes us to his crib wearing all red, down to his Louis Vuitton slippers. “There’s a lesser chance of getting your brains blown out in Glendale than there is in Compton. I don’t want my son to be riding a tricycle and get hit by a stray 45, I’m not into that type of thing,” he muses. “If I wanna go to Compton, I do; but I myself can’t fight off every f*cking goon or gang, nor am I willing to do so.” Word urrrppp.
The iced tea is most refreshing and the cush – apparently!! – is similarly sweet. People start to trickle in, including Game’s neighbour Joel from Good Charlotte. “We’ve been friends for a few years; I live five doors up,” says Hilary Duff’s boyf. “He’s like a big brother to me. It’s like family. We hang out in the neighbourhood, go get coffee, hit the mall or go to the local burger stand. He’s got a lot of cool philosophies on life. He lives his life unapologetically and you can learn a lot from that. When you make a decision, you gotta go with it. He knows where he’s going in life.” Aww, sweet!
The hip hop honeys arrive wearing... well, not very much. The BBQ is finally served with steaks the size of small countries and crabs legs that could shank a man from five paces. Life must be good, eh Game - but are you feeling just a teeny bit of pressure with Doctor’s Advocate ready to drop? “Nope, not at all,” he says, picking up a freshly grilled sheesh. “Now the album is done, I got bragging rights, and I can pretty much say f*ck the world again,” he says of the record that boasts beats from Just Blaze, Scott Storch and Kanye. “I think people will see it’s a classic and it’s gonna be history. On this album you find out that I can’t be f*cked with or stopped. Period. Until I say I’m done.”
Time to use the bathroom – hmm, what’s that Young Buck plaque doing hanging above the lav? “It’s like this, me and 50, we got a fire burning. As long as 50 throws logs on the fire, I’m gonna add wood to it,” he insists of the ever-bristling beef. “At the end of the day, it’s just hip hop. And obviously neither him or me are dead or have been harmed from this beef, so as it stands, it’s just whatever it is. At the end of the day I wish him luck in whatever he does. Just stay out my way and let me sell my records and I won’t have a problem with anybody.” Did you learn anything from him? “I learned how to survive longer in hip hop than he will be able to,” Game grins. (Ed – Game goes on radio two weeks later to dead the beef. No word from 50 as we went to print).
A few days before this barbie though, Game got involved in a violent altercation at a Cali club with Ras Kass, who he believes offended his son on a diss track. What’s going on? “I gave Ras Kass a lot more publicity than I should have,” he admits. “I punched him over disrespecting my son and that was it, it’s a rap. But he fell out unconscious and wakes up and thinks to himself ‘I can use this for some type of publicity.’” Don’t you think you should just let this drama go, though, Game? “Nope,” he says immediately. “What if Martin Luther King decided not to march on Washington, or if Malcolm X decided not to go there? Not to go there means too much to me. I want people to know that I’m gonna live my life the way I live my life, until my life is no more. Because at the end of the day the only thing that’s gonna happen to me, you or anyone else, is that one day our life is gonna be no more. Don’t disrespect my f*cking kid, cos if you do, the worst thing that could happen to you, is you could die. This is my family, it’s all I got, f*ck the music, f*ck the records, I got one son. When someone disrespects my son, I just go into crazy man mode.”
Blimey, time to lighten the mood with a couple of beers as the Advocate spins on the stereo. RWD takes on O-Town legend Too $hort at pool - and loses. By now, there’s various friends and fam enjoying the pool, food and drink; the bikinied babes catch more rays while Game’s manager Jimmy Henchman and producer Nu Jerzey Devil shoot the breeze. There is one noticeable absence though – and it’s one that also won’t be making an appearance on the album. “No, Dre is not on the record,” he admits. “But he took me out the hood so he will always be involved.” So, what happened? Why isn’t he on Aftermath anymore? “I don’t even know what I’m on,” he admits. “And I don’t think I will know until my new deal is reconstructed. Nor do I give a sh*t, because at the end of the day it’s just me and my music.” From what we’ve heard today, the record’s sounding hot on it’s own merit.
The sun, drink and excess amounts of food are taking their toll and it looks like the entertainment might be about to get a bit ‘adult’ – those video girls look set to shed their bikinis at any time. Knowing not to outstay our welcome, we leave our new best mate with a big thank you and a final thought. “I’m here to stay. People think I got this ultimate hate for 50. Nah. Now it’s damn near funny. I won and now all those that hated on me are jumping on my d*ck. On November 14, I’m gonna display why I’m gonna be the king of hip hop, and I’m gonna set the tone for all rappers,” he states. “Until I’m done.”
Doctors Advocate is out Nov 13
Spud U Like?
We were in fact too scared to ask The Game whether he agreed with the Mr Potato Head comparisons, so, er, we didn’t. If you see this though - we love you Mr Taylor!
RWD Magazine
You just woke up, it’s a sunny day, and you’re in LA. The phone rings – it’s The Game wondering whether you’re free for a quick BBQ. A quick check of the diary reveals we gotta gap, so off to Glenwood we go. You know how we do.
Words & images by Hattie Collins
Arriving at Game’s Glenwood residence we note the freshly trimmed lawns and the five cars parked outside. Compton this ain’t. “The difference between the two is very simple,” says Jayceon Taylor aka Mr Black Wall St aka the boy-that-beefs, as he welcomes us to his crib wearing all red, down to his Louis Vuitton slippers. “There’s a lesser chance of getting your brains blown out in Glendale than there is in Compton. I don’t want my son to be riding a tricycle and get hit by a stray 45, I’m not into that type of thing,” he muses. “If I wanna go to Compton, I do; but I myself can’t fight off every f*cking goon or gang, nor am I willing to do so.” Word urrrppp.
The iced tea is most refreshing and the cush – apparently!! – is similarly sweet. People start to trickle in, including Game’s neighbour Joel from Good Charlotte. “We’ve been friends for a few years; I live five doors up,” says Hilary Duff’s boyf. “He’s like a big brother to me. It’s like family. We hang out in the neighbourhood, go get coffee, hit the mall or go to the local burger stand. He’s got a lot of cool philosophies on life. He lives his life unapologetically and you can learn a lot from that. When you make a decision, you gotta go with it. He knows where he’s going in life.” Aww, sweet!
The hip hop honeys arrive wearing... well, not very much. The BBQ is finally served with steaks the size of small countries and crabs legs that could shank a man from five paces. Life must be good, eh Game - but are you feeling just a teeny bit of pressure with Doctor’s Advocate ready to drop? “Nope, not at all,” he says, picking up a freshly grilled sheesh. “Now the album is done, I got bragging rights, and I can pretty much say f*ck the world again,” he says of the record that boasts beats from Just Blaze, Scott Storch and Kanye. “I think people will see it’s a classic and it’s gonna be history. On this album you find out that I can’t be f*cked with or stopped. Period. Until I say I’m done.”
Time to use the bathroom – hmm, what’s that Young Buck plaque doing hanging above the lav? “It’s like this, me and 50, we got a fire burning. As long as 50 throws logs on the fire, I’m gonna add wood to it,” he insists of the ever-bristling beef. “At the end of the day, it’s just hip hop. And obviously neither him or me are dead or have been harmed from this beef, so as it stands, it’s just whatever it is. At the end of the day I wish him luck in whatever he does. Just stay out my way and let me sell my records and I won’t have a problem with anybody.” Did you learn anything from him? “I learned how to survive longer in hip hop than he will be able to,” Game grins. (Ed – Game goes on radio two weeks later to dead the beef. No word from 50 as we went to print).
A few days before this barbie though, Game got involved in a violent altercation at a Cali club with Ras Kass, who he believes offended his son on a diss track. What’s going on? “I gave Ras Kass a lot more publicity than I should have,” he admits. “I punched him over disrespecting my son and that was it, it’s a rap. But he fell out unconscious and wakes up and thinks to himself ‘I can use this for some type of publicity.’” Don’t you think you should just let this drama go, though, Game? “Nope,” he says immediately. “What if Martin Luther King decided not to march on Washington, or if Malcolm X decided not to go there? Not to go there means too much to me. I want people to know that I’m gonna live my life the way I live my life, until my life is no more. Because at the end of the day the only thing that’s gonna happen to me, you or anyone else, is that one day our life is gonna be no more. Don’t disrespect my f*cking kid, cos if you do, the worst thing that could happen to you, is you could die. This is my family, it’s all I got, f*ck the music, f*ck the records, I got one son. When someone disrespects my son, I just go into crazy man mode.”
Blimey, time to lighten the mood with a couple of beers as the Advocate spins on the stereo. RWD takes on O-Town legend Too $hort at pool - and loses. By now, there’s various friends and fam enjoying the pool, food and drink; the bikinied babes catch more rays while Game’s manager Jimmy Henchman and producer Nu Jerzey Devil shoot the breeze. There is one noticeable absence though – and it’s one that also won’t be making an appearance on the album. “No, Dre is not on the record,” he admits. “But he took me out the hood so he will always be involved.” So, what happened? Why isn’t he on Aftermath anymore? “I don’t even know what I’m on,” he admits. “And I don’t think I will know until my new deal is reconstructed. Nor do I give a sh*t, because at the end of the day it’s just me and my music.” From what we’ve heard today, the record’s sounding hot on it’s own merit.
The sun, drink and excess amounts of food are taking their toll and it looks like the entertainment might be about to get a bit ‘adult’ – those video girls look set to shed their bikinis at any time. Knowing not to outstay our welcome, we leave our new best mate with a big thank you and a final thought. “I’m here to stay. People think I got this ultimate hate for 50. Nah. Now it’s damn near funny. I won and now all those that hated on me are jumping on my d*ck. On November 14, I’m gonna display why I’m gonna be the king of hip hop, and I’m gonna set the tone for all rappers,” he states. “Until I’m done.”
Doctors Advocate is out Nov 13
Spud U Like?
We were in fact too scared to ask The Game whether he agreed with the Mr Potato Head comparisons, so, er, we didn’t. If you see this though - we love you Mr Taylor!
RWD Magazine
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