Although it seems like Kreayshawn has been with us for ages now (her first mixtape, Kittys x Choppas was released in 2010), Somethin’ Bout Kreay is her first full-length album to date, featuring the song that propelled her to fame, the anti-haute couture anthem, “Gucci Gucci.” In many ways, Somethin’ Bout Kreay proves that Kreayshawn is more than just a one-trick pony, as with the single, “Go Hard (La.La.La),” but in others it fortifies the notion that white girl rap may never be taken seriously as a genre, as with “Breakfast (Syrup).” What you take away regardless of your feelings about the music is this: Kreayshawn is bringing a sense of pride back to being a West Coastian pot smoker.

Opening with the perfect track to illustrate her disdain for those who try to condemn her, “Blasé Blasé” is equal parts M.I.A. and Lady Sovereign as she raps at one of her fastest paces, “Can’t hear haters, blasé blasé.” Her natural gift for charming overconfidence also shines through as she asserts, “Yes I’m beautiful and gorgeous/You know you can’t afford this/You’re drivin’ in a Ford bitch.” The next track, “Ch00k Ch00k Tare” featuring Chippy Nonstop, a fellow Oakland resident and badass bitch, is another sign of Kreayshawn’s musical progression. The pairing of their vocals together is surprisingly seamless, especially considering that most of the time, when two females have a similar style, it doesn’t always work well (e.g. Ke$ha and Britney Spears, Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston).

“Gucci Gucci” serves as the third track, and still holds up just as cheekily as ever. Just barely making the cutoff for a song title like “Summertime,” Kreayshawn continues on her path of collaborations with V-Nasty in which she showcases her Californian steez to perfection with lyrics like, “Grab one beer and a bitch—maybe two and hit the sand and the water so I get cool” and “Can we go to the Y so you can roll my blunts when I get too high?” “Left Ey3” follows as arguably the best track on Somethin’ Bout Kreay, particularly with regard to how poetic her pop culture references to vengeance and insanity are. Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes’ notorious arrest for arson after setting boyfriend and NFL football player Andre Rison’s bathtub on fire is used as the main point of reference by Kreayshawn as a metaphor for her intentions after being scorned. Not passing up a chance to make the best weed rhyme of all time, she professes, “I don’t need no TLC/All I need is THC.” She then gets to the crux of the song’s revenge message by rehashing, “Heard my man was cheatin’ with another bitch in my house/Now I’m gonna make a scene like I’m Amy Winehouse (rest in peace)…/I’m Lorena Bobbitt chillin’ in your bed/I’m Britney Spears on hella drugs and I just shaved my head.”

“Like It Or Love It” featuring Kid Cudi is another invitation for Kreayshawn’s detractors to go on hating her because, to her, there are only two options: “You like it or you love it.” “K234YSONIXZ” addresses a theme that starts too become to familiar at this point on the album: Haters attacking her for no reason. Though, admittedly, I would probably be just as defensive if I was Kreayshawn, the subject of constant venomous comments, but it would be nice if the motif of Somethin’ Bout Kreay was a bit more varied. Next up is “BFF (Bestfriend),” one of the most unique songs on the album for being duet and rap free—it’s simply Kreayshawn singing “I really wanna be your friend/And we don’t even have to hold hands.” Surprisingly, Kreayshawn’s voice works just as well in a non-rap capacity, with the intonation of the song almost echoing something Rihanna would perform.

“Twerkin!!!” featuring Diplo (who also co-produced the album) and Sissy Nobby is possibly the best collaboration on the album (which tends to be the case when Diplo is involved), opening with an infectious beat that immediately captures your attention. Kreayshawn holds that attention with yet another nod to obscure pop culture with the lyrics, “Like Milian, dip it low. Work it pretty girl, like you on the pole/You ain’t no ho, we know.” The goodness of "Twerkin!!!" is somewhat counterbalanced by “Breakfast (Syrup),” a valiant attempt at a love letter to breakfast/being stoned while making breakfast, with 2 Chainz to make it even less palatable. On the other hand, “Go Hard (La.La.La)” is one of the most danceable/driveable tracks on the album (in fact encouraging the cheapish cost of doing donuts in the parking lot).

“The Ruler” asks the important question “May I have my gold please? Thank you” and then establishes the rule, “Gold watch, gold chain, keep ‘em starin’. Fuck yo paper, that’s some old shit.” Yet another allusion to Kreayshawn’s incisiveness when it comes to modern times. The closing track, “Luv Haus,” exhibits the biggest departure from Kreayshawn’s usual style, with a serene, ethereal beat as she croons morose warnings like, “Let’s end before we start.” Perhaps saving this as her trump card, Kreayshawn displays her knack for dance-pop, which is a genre she could just as easily conquer--should she abandon California and rap altogether (a.k.a. this may be the only sample we ever get).