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Smokin' a fat sack right here on the station
That plays, uh, only platinum hits, W Balls
My dick's in your ear, caller, you wanna say what?
Hello?
Hello?
Caller?
Well, the hell with it, uh, this is
Something new for the underground and the LB
See you when I get back
Dedicated to the East Side, Two-One Street, my favorite and your
Favorite, Snoop Froggy Dogg, and somebody new in the Dogg Pound
Check it out right here on the station that
Plays only platinum hits, 187.4 on your FM dial
We'll be taking caller number 21 for those Janet Jackson tickets
So call in, 310-D-A-P-O-U-N-D
That's 310-P-O-U-N-D, bitch
That's the Pound
Hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all
It's the first annual G-nic and all my dogs are invited, so
Gon' and light it, 'cause it's the first time in a long time
Right
Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85 when the Dubs and
Insaniac used to hoo ride on
Motherfuckers like it was the thing to do
'85, '84, A-Trey, and yeah, '82
'82
You know what the fuck I'm talking about, after-
Party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun '
Cause everybody in the house from Two-One
21St Street, Bird Street where it all started
Right
And you know we file on Beach, the hardest
Right, son
Niggas coming realer than the Real McCoy
So step with your rep and we bring the noise
It's a gang of fly bitches
Bitches
Homies on the switches
Switches
Dice in the back if you want to get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd '
Cause this is a G thang, East Side LBC bring
Finna have some fun, represent Two-One
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun and, um
Yeah
King Park was the location
Yeah
And to be a G, that was my destination
We were
Looking up to niggas coming up before me
And LBC, it to my East Side homies
It's like
Nobody can see but you
Yeah, the East Side's perfect
Nobody can see but you
Ha-ha, now that's working
Nobody can see but you
Hell yeah, the East Side's perfect
Nobody can see but you
Ha-ha, yeah, now that's working
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da
If you bring a strap, then you have to trip
So if you on a mission, nigga, gon' and dip
We got meat to eat
Freaks to meet
And chronic we could smoke on
And forever get our loc on
Strolling through the park one day
Puffing on a fat-ass J with my homie named Trey
D trying to see if we can put this LBC thing
Back together like it was supposed to be
'Cause you know I'm down with ya to make them get the picture
And if I have to sit you down, then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the start
See, I was regulating when Craigslist was the date
Nigga, let me interact with my Black Kroger
Saks and a great golf hat tilted to the back
What's up?
Ditching Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters
While I'm rolling with the Steeler and killing with the Raiders
And when we bang with the Saints, then we ain't no joke
Come around from out of bounds and we goes for broke
Now we breaking them up
Mm-hmm
Shaking them up
Yeah
And just for a second, we waking them up
Continue
Giving up game on this tight-ass beat with
A small dedication to Two-One Street
Yeah, that's right, live here, the VIP here on PCH and MLK
You niggas know what's up
We gonna be taking some calls in for
This small dedication for the East Side
Caller, my dick's in your mouth, you want to say what?
Yo, this is OG Skip from the East Side, you know- What I'm saying?
Uh-huh
What's up, cuz?
I just want to say, you know, I like the
Song that the nigga, he doing and shit
Right
I appreciate all that shit 'cause I was there when niggas
Really put that shit down, when nigga used to be- Uh-huh...
Fighting, you know what I'm saying?
Right
Wasn't no guns and no shit like that
Right
You know, just swap, you know, like at the Fresh Fest
Niggas just bop and you know, hit a nigga upside the head
But anyway, you know what I'm saying?
I like the song and you know, I- I- I give it a
You know, a-a-a thumbs up, you know what I'm saying?
Okay, okay
Oh, I want to dedicate this one, uh, to, to my baby's mama
I love you, Monique
Sounds like this nigga's brown-nosing
But anyway, we gonna move on
We gonna take another call
Caller, my dick's in your mouth, you want to say what?
Uh-huh
Hi
Okay
My name is Todd and I live like, you know, like, like
Almost by the East Side, but not really in the East Side
And I just don't really understand it, man
I mean, like, I love everybody, man, you know?
And I, like, drive through there and they, like, you know?
You know, you know how those Black guys
You know, with the pants hanging on down?
I mean, don't get me wrong
I mean, Snoop Dogg rules, man
But you know, it's, it's like I just don't understand why
They would, like, you know, want to beat me up, you know?
But you know, I just want to say I like the
Song, man, and, and I give it the big powwow
All right, that's cool
That's cool
I feel you
If you can get with it, ain't nothing but a G thang
Right here on the station that plays only
Platinum hits, 187.4 FM on your dial