I'm an East Coast man, but when I need that West Coast rap fix, it can't be halfway. Listening to it, I want to feel like I done smoked an ounce of that Cali bombay and C-walked up and down Crenshaw Boulevard for five hours straight. And I don't want it in the form of some pandering bi-coastal business decision by Jay-Z with DJ Quik production either. No, I want it from an 85-pound rapper who's never left L.A., puts weed, Alizé and hos before food and calls his album The Chronic 3 like he doesn't know any better. Dre, Snoop, Warren G, Nate Dogg and Xzibit had all better fucking appear on his album, too. And he should sing his hooks like Rick James. Oh, and his songs shouldn't even try to sound like they weren't made on a keyboard. This is all that and a bag of oranges. Thanks, Knoc-turn'al.