As one of the gangsta rap’s founding fathers and an artist who is widely regarded as one of the greatest rap storytellers of all-time, Ice Cube’s default setting is angry. This could be due in part to the dude writing at least half of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton album and getting railroaded out of the lion’s share of profits–he was only paid $32,000 before leaving the group to pursue solo endeavors. The album sold 3 million copies and went certified triple Platinum. Or it could be due to the fact that Straight Outta Compton the film got snubbed for an Oscar nomination even though it was one of the most riveting biopics in years. OR it could be because Ice Cube has never received a Grammy in the 30 years he’s been in the industry.
But whatever the reason may be, Ice Cube is angry. And it’s entertaining as hell. There’s no where I would have rather been last night than with Cube circling the parking lot, bumping gangsta rap and puffing on some of Cali’s finest. Real talk.
Actually, just kidding. I forget about how hot Ciara looked last night. I would have rather been with her. Sorry Cube. Next year.
P.S. We also missed you in our list of ‘Most Robbed Artists in the History of the Grammys.’ No hard feelings.