Nothing says “God Bless America” like 90s hip-hop and R&B. If the Founding Fathers had a soundtrack while drafting the Declaration of Independence, it would’ve been produced by Dr. Dre. After all, it took real balls to tell King George to, essentially, eat a dick. That’s some gangsta shit. To celebrate the day George Washington and his homies decided to hop in the drop-top and do a drive-by on England, we’ve compiled a list of some of the greatest July 4th jamz ever. This mix is guaranteed to get your party started and have everyone drunkenly screaming “Ooh, that’s my shit!” at some point.
Snoop Doggy Dogg? Snoop Dogg? Snoop Lion? He doesn’t even know.
Time to sit back and unwind to the time Will Smith was a rapper.
As a rule for all parties, one should have an entire bloc of music dedicated to Biggie:
California knows how to party. Take a note, rest of America.
But B2M’s doing a little East Coast swing.
This one-hit wonder really missed an opportunity to brand this as a Halloween song.
With a Rolly on the arm and I’m pouring Chandon…or in your case, a Casio on the arm pouring PBR into a plastic cup.
The partystarter to end all partystarters. Therefore, the status of said party is up in the air.
An homage to splitting a dime bag. That’s what happens when you mess with that Indo weed. Right, Snoop?
Rolling down the street, smoking Indo, sipping on gin and juice. — LAPD arrest report
“You know he’s talking about his dick right?” – Drunk girl at the party
Are you that somebody that won’t tell nobody that she’s not just any body?
Stoner 1: “Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane…nope, it’s just Mary Jane.”
Stoner 2: “Pass da blunt.”
Never trust a big butt and a smile. Ever.
Lil Jon: “OKAY!”
He just crushed a lot. R.I.P.
Ball sweat and skeet-skeeting. The catchiest song about incontinence ever.
– “I like the way you work it. No diggity. Got to bag it up.”
– “Paper or plastic?”
“I creep around because I need affection…or maybe I’m just kind of a slut. #NBD” — Your Ex
All you fly mothers, get on out there and dance.
If you smoke like Nate Dogg smoked (R.I.P.) you’re high like everyday.
A question of eternal relevance.
Cube didn’t even have to use his gat today. Probably because he had to pick his kids up from camp.
It’s getting hot in here, so kindly remove all articles of clothing. — FBI (Federal Boobie Inspector)
This is the remix to ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen. With a bit of parsley for garnish.
ODB and Mariah go back like babies and pacifiers. May at least one of them rest in peace.
Beep, beep, who got the keys to the Prius. It’s 2013, show some consideration.
And they’re not talking Lansbury.