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Announcer: "The most boring show, with a brand new host! Entertaining America
with Lazlow."

Lazlow: "Welcome to Entertaining America, this is Lazlow...heh, I gotta say it,
pardon me, but, uh, don't call it a comeback. I've been here for
years, just unemployed. But, I'm back, running the media. God I love
the west coast vibe. Everybody here's so laid back and lazy... I'm
here with a man who gets paid to talk for a living. It's incredible,
what a concept! Um, he's called a, 'rapper.' Oglock, how are ya'?"

OG Loc: "'Oglock'!? It's OG Loc! OG Loc! Ya' hear me, playa'?"

Lazlow: "Yes, of course, I hear you. You're only a few feet away, man. Listen,
I'm a big fan, I-I love rap, I-I think. I mean, singing songs about
yourself, that's awesome! H-ho-how you livin'?"

Loc: "Straight."

Lazlow: "Really? Are you really straight?"

Loc: "What? You gonna question me?"

Lazlow: "Dude! It's cool. If somebody passes it to me, I don't ask questions,
it's probably not laced anyway. So, who out there wants to talk to OG
Loc? Caller, you're on Entertaining America."

Caller: "I love the way you rap about the Lousiana Purchase."

Loc: "Straight!"

Caller: "You know the French sold us Louisiana so we would have a place to show
our tits."

Loc: "My point exactly! Yeah! We need more naked liberty!"

Lazlow: "Exactly. Look, I-I'm no rapper, even though I dress like one, but I
think I could really get into, y'know, gettin' hammered, singing about
setting things on fire, shooting up funerals, badabababa! You know...
Striking poses, smoking a lid..."

Loc: "Exactly. You see, the Constitution, was written on reefer, by a dude with
wooden teeth. You see, my clothing company, low down, homie-the-g says
this: I love reefer! It's the rule if you're a rapper."

Lazlow: "Wow, those sound like some great rules. You know, you get a lot of
flack in the media these days, at a recent press conference, your
manager came to your defense."

Big Smoke: "A lot of people say gangster rap is misogynistic posturing by fake-
ass idiots who spend more time in drama school then they ever did
pimping or hustling dope. Well I assure you, OG Loc is the real
thing. He's hated women all his life, he sold drugs to school
children, he's murdered innocent people just for kicks, but he
rhymes like an angel. And I assure you, it's all in a good cause.
So either way, you could feel good about yourself listening to this
music."

Lazlow: "Well that was very informative. Big Smoke is doing a lot for the
community, or to it. He sounds like a great guy. So I wanna get in on
this rap thing. Do I have to breakdance, y'know, do the windmill? Hey,
can you body pop?"

Loc: "Come on Lazlow, you know OG ain't no playboy. I ain't down with that
shit. It ain't gangster. I walk the walk, you know what I'm saying?"
Lazlow: "Fresh! Yo, I'm down! I'm into walking too, but, I was thinking maybe
we could have a break-off. I could spin on my back..."

Loc: "You bein' funny?"

Lazlow: "I'm tryin' to be."

Loc: "Watch it, fool. I warn you, I got the streets. I got a rep. Me and my man
Smoke, we took over. I've been gangbanging since I was three. Ice-cold
killa!"

Lazlow: "Excuse me? Gangbanging!? I never understood that, I mean, other guys
in the room while you're-ugh!"

Loc: "I'm ice-cold bitch! Don't make me dump on you, g! I'm the streets man, I
am gangsta! I'm taking rap in a whole new direction. For now, it's about
making words rhyme, and I'm going toe-to-toe with you in a minute."

Lazlow: "Why do you rappers get so worked up? You're rich. You've won. Stop
shooting at each other. You know, and you keep saying, 'I'm from the
streets.' Well you know what dude, everyone has a street in front of
their house, that doesn't make you cool."

Loc: "Oh, we got a comedian, huh? You got scraps, huh, bitch? You down? You
mark-ass-bitch-punk-trick-busta'-fool?"

Lazlow: "Look, I don't know what you said, but I think this ought to calm you
down, I brought you some malt liquor."

Loc: "You'se a busta-fool. Lucky I don't hang you out the window or churn you
out, 'cause I'm also a pimp. Including dudes, I'll pimp anything. You
hear me?"

Lazlow: "Oh, dude, I hear you loud and clear, you will pimp anything. Listen,
how many hot women need a man? 'Cause, I mean, it's kinda been a dream
of mine to sleep with housewives."

Loc: "Are-you-dissin'-my-hos-bitch!?"

Lazlow: "Uh, no no no, dude, your hos are bitches, your hos are bitches!"
Loc: "You a busta'. What are you?"


Lazlow: "I'm a buster, I'm a buster! Whatever that is. Dude, put the gun away!"

Loc: "Don't diss my strap!"

Lazlow: "I love your strap, you're a great guy. Look, I'm just coming down off
the eighties. Please, don't shoot me, homie!"

Loc: "Relax, fool! No one's gettin' dumped on. I'm a warrior poet. I tell a
coercionary tale about life on the streets, you know?"

Lazlow: "Only too well. That was OG Loc. Hey man, it's been a real pleasure. Straight. Yeah. Good luck with the music. Hope you make a killing. We'll see you next time, maybe I'll get to take some callers, like I want, if WCTR wasn't
holding me back. Man. This has been Entertaining America, with Lazlow.
Peace and chicken grease."

Announcer: "So that's how you're going to be entertained."