The Game - Intoxicated lyrics

[DJ EZ-Dicc:] Yeah, it's time to wake up Wake up and cake up It's 187.4 FM on your dial The number 1 station via satellite, CD radio and your stereo Broadcasting live from the left coast The land of la la, movie stars, pimps, playas, hustlers and thirst traps It's W Balls, the station that murders them all with platinum hits And this is dedicated to the ladies who love giving that sloppy toppy Go 'head and pull that foreskin back, hold on tight It's the jack off hour, girl You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your a** Not the DJ that can save your life It's ya boy, Kane Dingaling, AKA the original black spiderman About to shoot a rope down your throat, it's DJ EZ-Dicc k**ing you softly with intoxication and a song that's guaranteed to put some dip in your hip Right now you're listening to the sweet melodic sounds of The Game and the homeboy Deion So kick back, get your mind right, red cups in the air Sip on some of that gin and juice like it ain't no thang And puff on some of that LA Confidential strain, yeah [Deion:] Pouring up the gin and juice (gin and juice) Got a n***a feeling loose (got a n***a feeling loose) Can you roll this blunt for me (yeah, yeah) I'm just tryna smoke this weed (smoke this weed) I spend all my life intoxicated (intoxicated) And the chronic on deck (on deck) Till we spark that grade-A And shout goes out to our Instagram thot Shanine from the CPT Yeah, she swallowed the nation and she's in our winning circle and she qualifies for that Blood Money swag pack That includes the Blood Money gear, that Brazilian, Malaysian bundle, one year's worth of free visits to Dr. Fixaflat, the a** doctor She got two tickets in backstage pa**es to the winners' circle concert featuring YG, Ty Dolla $ign, Kendrick Lamar and starring The Game And speaking of The Game, he gon' be stopping by the studio later on But right about now, I'ma hit you off with another slapper off The Documentary 2 It's a DJ Quik produced joint so pop it and lock it Right here on the station that fades them all, W-Balls yeah that's that chronic Don't stop s**ing, girl (Everybody's got to hear this sh** On W Balls! W Balls!)