Chillin' in the name of...

b to the lo to the double g,
if we crunk with the web we get an mp3
player, for jus' a holla one time each week,
keep an L.A. on the beat, spittin' rhymes,
save a dime, save a dollar,
if my dj keep scratchin', finna buy the dogg a collar...

(chorus)
get on up, like the JB, maybe,
lyrics flow easy when you shootin' the breez-e
keepin' pace on the course like thoroughbred stallions
we the book brigade, we the ACLiens...

Well, thanks to Mr Snoop Bloggy Blogg, for those wise words. Confucius will surely be turning green in his grave. I'm L.A. Ricahrd, and you're tuned in to the mellotronic sounds of the ACL. Check it out like a book on-the-super-fly.