- Get me a box of them condoms.|- Okay.
And give me some of that|fruit-flavored lubricant, too.
Give me some of them blunts,|Mexicali.
I want some incense.
Try to get|this motherfucker fixed.
Oh, but she's still--
She's still dancing.
I don't f*ck with a bitch|unless she gives me ass.
Buy her something to drink,|it's a guarantee.
Nephew, go get them off.
Man, I don't know|them niggas.
Why don't you|roll up there with me?
Quit acting scared.
We both go up there|it'll look like something's up.
You know niggas|get real paranoid
Sojust get the ho's|and hurry up.
You're probably right.
F*ck it.|Hold this for me.
Nigga, make sure|you watch my back.
Nigga, if you need me,|just whistle.
Come on, nigga.
Oh, excuse me, man.|What's up?
What do you mean,|''What's up,'' nigga?
- This nigga's got into some shit.|- No, I don't mean it like that.
- I mean, what's happening?|- What's happening here?
What are you,|the police or something?
Wait wait wait.|Hold up, homie. Hold up.
Check this shit out.|You hold up.
( starts car )
Look, man, I want no problems.|I ain't come for all that.
It's too late for that, nigga.
What you doing?
- What you talking about?|- What you doing?
You know this nigga?|- Yeah! That's Sean.
- Sean, that's my brother Maniac.|- What's up, man?
Let's roll, man.
All right, boy,|I'll see you later.
Why the f*ck your people|tripping on me like that?
Hey, babies.|Vickey and Diane.
- Man's best friends.|- Hey.
Smelling good, looking good.
- How come you didn't come help me?|- Come help?
You didn't see them niggas|pull a strap on me?
Look, man, I saw you|start the fucking car up.
Did you see anyone|pull a strap on him?
- Let's go.|- F*ck it, let's just go.
- F*ck this.|- Quit tripping.
Let me get these lights.
Sean,|you got some hot sauce?
I hope you got|some hot sauce real hot,
'cause it'd be the shit|with this chicken.
Why you all in|my chicken box?
I got something they don't have|any motherfuckin' more.
Turn that shit down!
Stupid young niggers|making all that noise.
I'll call the police.
Turn that shit down!!
( banging on wall )
Shut the f*ck up, old man.
Quit beating|on my motherfucking wall!
Beat these nuts if|you want to beat something.
( banging )
Who the f*ck's knocking|on the door like the police!
Hey, y'all,|it is the police!
Turn that shit down.|Put this shit out.
Oh, how are you,|officers?
How are you doing? Can you step|away from the door, please?
Yeah, we got a call|about the music.
I don't hear any music. But we'll try|to keep it down for you.
Don't try, son.|Do it.
And burn some incense|or something.
Shut the f*ck up,|Dee Loc nigga.
Turn that shit back up, cuz.
Wake your ass up, Cali.|It is Westside Radio.
We're gonna have|a hot morning.
I've got a lot of cool stuff.|Request lines are open.
and we've got a world premiere|for you this morning.
Dr. Dre and Snoop Dog|world premiere.
Do not touch the dial,
California love, y'all,|Julio G.
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