I hate this shit, but somehow I could listen to Straight Outta Compton and Fuck Tha Police any day of the week. But then, Gangsta Gangsta slips and by the time Parental Discretion comes around and I have to listen to EZ-E say "...slip the C-note, and you can choke, on the wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat," I'm done. Though Express Yourself is somewhat redeeming. I appreciate all the Dre's unearthed for this album (I actually wish we'd see more of that today) and in the end, this album is a classic and important(?) for the time it existed. However, I'm not excited for most anything this album spawned or any gangsta-rap song / album that came after it.