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This is radio station 187 .4, F -8 on your dial.

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Today we'll be playing some of that brand new Snoop D -O -double -G, yeah.

It's exclusive music, man.

You know, some of that cultivating, Cadillac -ing, Wyatt Mack -ing, hand -stacking, keep it crackin'

music, you know what I'm talking about?

You know how we do it, man.

A lot of try, but a lot of die.

A lot of why, a lot of why.

Dig this, man.

Yeah, tell me.

I'm jet in a jet, rap, rap in the west.

Peck, peck in your nest, tech, tech in your chest.

Wrecked your set, yep, yep, niggas a mess, and I lit.

Motherfuckers sayin' ass is the best.

One, two, two, one mic check.

So what, you want a Grammy, nigga?

You ain't fresh from death and death.

Write it and write, make a dash to the flat.

I gotta catch the Floyd Mayweather fight, all right?

Put your chips away, dip your 60s straight, and ride.

The W we roll, because we from West Side.

Wait for the rainy day, you may walk away, and ride.

That's just the way we roll, it's the way kids ride.

Hey, stop runnin' your mouth, put a sock in and stay in the house.

That's probably while I'm uppin' your spouse.

No moves, all you do is accuse and blame dudes for the reason you lost.

I'm in a zone off patrol, niggas need to stay out my space.

But while I go on one and pistol pop they face, man, I'm tryin' to feel my place.

I'm tryin' to feel my safe, where more gold a nigga possibly take.

All I know is go, go, my other niggas grindin' slow -mo.

Tryin' to stop my shines, a no -no.

Corrupted prime, ready to snap.

I said, relax, let me handle it solo.

What the motherfuckers talkin' about?

After I get at them, all they gon' do is wanna talk shit out.

No slappin', no boxin', no talkin' shit out.

So from this point forward, cut that talkin' out, nigga.

Put your chips away, dip your sixty straight and ride.

The young ones, we roll up because we from West Side.

Wait for the rainy day, you may walk away and ride.

That's just the way we roll, it's the way kids ride.

Will it rap?

Gee, that was life or death.

I took that step, the cookbook looked like a shelf.

The feelings felt, niggas say I'm feelin' myself.

Guerrilla was stealth, cold chillin', stealin' my wealth.

Villain was dealt, relevance still on the shelf.

Poppin' my whip, knockin', will I run out of breath?

In the name of the father, the son, and the Tommy gun.

Nigga wanna try me one, so I had to buy me one.

Now I'm feelin' like Al Capone.

Click -clack, blew your back back, nigga, you're gone.

Hollow points penetrate, paper I generate.

One I have to administrate.

All sorts of defense mechanisms, inexpensive to get them.

And the bitch is the venom, and dog -eat -dog sent him.

She flashin' the cooter when she venom.

Stash all my hula in the rental when I rent him.

I'm bound.

Put your chips away, dip your 60s straight, and ride.

The W, we roll, because we from West Side.

Wait for the rainy day, you may walk away, and ride.

That's just the way we roll, it's the way kids ride.

Put your chips away, dip your 60s straight, and ride.

The W, we roll, because we from West Side.