| Oh my God! |
| Tone-Loc, where you been?
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| Oh, he back in the studio! |
| HO-OH-oh-oh
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| .Ohhh shhhit… It's a miracle…
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| Hey, hey, whatcha gotta do, whatcha gotta do…
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| Check it out, holmes…
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| BO-BO…Ladies and gentlemon… it is time for me to introduce to you
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| The grandmaster, the MC, that 'oes from coast to coast
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| The gggrandwizard, The Man, The Myth, Tone Smith
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| But known as, Tone-Loc!
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| Yo LOCO… I wan you to rip it up for 'em, mon!
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| Tell us what it’s all a-bout…rip it away from bloodclots…
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| And do it for the westsyyyyde…
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| I do believe the year was 1966
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| A young brother was brought up in the mix…
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| And ever since that day was born
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| Like a mother from a baby, he could never be torn
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| From the neighborhood that taught him so much
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| I’da hustle and chill, and surviving the clutch…
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| And if you didn’t know, I’m talkin' 'bout the best side
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| Where the tribe reside on that Westside
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| This ain’t Bed-Stuy, but it’s like «Do or Die»
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| Contemplatin' suicide to ride by
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| Homicides, and then it’s ova… (ova, ova…)
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| No rabbits for the four-leaf clover
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| Everything is everything, just mind yo' buis-ness
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| And when I handle mine, I leave no witness
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| So when you’re walkin', aim straight and keep goin'
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| The rhymes are? |
| gumblin'? |
| and the tribe is still, flowin'
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| Fo'-deep in the G-ride… (G-ide, G-ride.)
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| Tryna make it, to the funky-ass Westside
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| To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside…)
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| Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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| Na-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahh
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| C’mon! |
| Lemme hear you say
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| Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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| Na-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhh
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| III remember the dayys, as a tee-ager
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| Before the hypeness, of a sky-pager…
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| It was +Happy Days,+ now +Who's The Boss?+
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| Instead of The Shuffle, we was doin' El Lacoss
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| And it was easy to catch a girl solo
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| Bust out the gigolo, but showed the polo
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| Before you thought we was coooold freakin'
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| BIG grindin', dancin' cheek to cheek and
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| Steal a kiss and you know I’m all excited!
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| Until the point where I can’t even hide it
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| And when you know, someone stepped on my shoe
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| And why they do that? |
| And I done had too many blues
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| I tried, real hard, to stay cool and calm
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| He didn’t say, «Excuse me» so I had to BOMB
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| Lookin' at his, I was only upset!
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| So I get, betta watch the step… (watch the step…)
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| On the funky-funky Westside… (Westside…)
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| It’s a funky-funky Westside
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| For the O.G.s' and dawgs, know what I’m sayin'?
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| Fo' the insanes… to ?all the rocks?
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| To all the Locs'…
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| I-I-I-IIIIII shot the sher-IFF (Yeah I did…)
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| But I did not shoot no deputy… (Nah…)
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| Ohhh no, NOOOOOOO (I didn’t chalk him)
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| I said, III shot the sher-IFF (yeah, I shot him)
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| But I did not shoot, no deputy (ain't shoot no deputy)
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| Ohhh no, NOOOOOOOO
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| Illusions of the world and my mind begin to twirl
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| Thinkin' 'bout a wife, a lil' boy and a girl
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| You can do this when your pockets are fat, not skinny
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| And at this point of time, I ain’t makin' a penny
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| Hard times of it, so I gotta get my slang on
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| Back on The Ave., where I used to get my bang on
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| Homies all around, still? |
| pullin'? |
| llicks
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| Ain’t worry 'bout a thang from Officer Dick
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| Yo they get theirs, so I gotta get mine
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| Knowin' damn well the risks of doin' time
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| To run this city, was the master plan
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| Yo I breathed the Aves., the block, the streets like a diaphragm
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| Times have changed, but I still scrap for mine (MINE)
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| That’s how I’m livin' on the Westside
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| That’s how I’m livin' on the Westside (Westside)
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| On the West… side
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| To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside…) |