Let's do it
Workin' all week 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street I saw this girl and she was pumpin'
I winked my eye she got into the ride went to a club was jumpin'
Introduce myself as Loc she said "You're a liar"
I said "I got it goin' on baby doll and I'm on fire"
Took her to the hotel she said "You're the king"
I said "Be my queen if you know what I mean and let us do the wild thing
Wild thing (x2)
Shoppin' at the mall looking for some gear to buy
I saw this girl she cool rocked my world and I had to adjust my fly
She looked at me and smiled and said "You have plans for the night"
I said "Hopefully if things go well I'll be with you tonight"
So we journeyed to her house one thing led to an other
I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by a string
She said "Hey you two I was once like you and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do the wild thing
Wild thing
Please baby baby please
Posse in effect hangin' out is always hype
And when me and the crew leave the shindig I want a girl who's just my type
Saw this luscious little frame I ain't lyin' fellas she was fine
The sweet young miss go gave me a kiss and I knew that she was mine
Took her to the limousine still parked outside
I tipped the chauffeur when it was over and I gave her my own ride
Couldn't get her off my jack she was like static cling
But that's what happens when body start slappin' from doin' the wild thing
Wild thing
She wanna do the wild thing
Please baby baby please
Wild thing
Doin' a little show at the local discotheque
This fine youg chick was on my jack so I say what the heck
She want to come on stage and do her little dance
So I said chill for now but maybe later you'll get your chance
So when the show was finished I took her around the way
And what do you know she was good to go without a word to say
We was all alone and she said "Tone let me tell you one thing
I need $50 to make you holler I get paid to do the wild thing"
Say what
Yo love you must be kidding
You're walkin' babe
Just break out of here
Hasta la vista baby
Wild thing
When I get to a party, To get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know what Loc's doin', I'm blazin a joint
Cause it seems a lot of times, I'm at my best
After some methical or a bowl of sense.
I'm creatin', multiplyin', big time supplyin'
Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter
Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter
Bail to tha coast, take a head of this Skunk
Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope
Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip
So much damn resin it's startin' to drip
It ain't harmful like heroin, this stuff's cheap
That's why I'm glad that I got this......
[CHORUS]
Man, Don't cha hate it when you ain't go no weed
It seems about tha time you really feel tha need
To get high, get full, you know get blasted
Keep ya singin' tha high it really lasted
Rollin' around tryin' not to get stopped
By tha boyz tha pigs you know tha cops
Pull into one spot to see what they're all about
Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they're all out
You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone
You try it so I guess they saw you got home
Cause I can buy it O.Z. or go buy dime
I get cash for her I can get it on time
It really makes no difference long as I get lit
Roll it in my Zig Zag take a big bone hit
Cause after tha bud, My rhymes start flowin'
Never gettin' short of uh uh, The always knowin'
I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin'
No need for you to keep on askin'
If tha It is tha It, If tha Shit is tha Shit
Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba
You know my shit is legit
Your tha student, And I'm tha teacher
I'm not a minister, Reverent or Preacher
So excuse me while I call time
Cause I'm gonna take a few hitz
in tha middle of this rhyme.....
[CHORUS]
One day I was coolin' with my homeboy seal, chill
Gettin' fucked up in his coupe de ville, still
I wasn't to high to know what I was doin'
Went to tha store and got some more brew in
Came back to tha car, Try'd to be a winner
Rolled up all my roaches, they bearly made a Pinna (Pin)
I wasn't upset I had more at tha house
I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse
Cause when we're together, blazin' tha cheeba
She does things to me that you wouldn't believe
I'm not talkin' freaky or nothin' obscene
But it's not far off if you know what I mean
She'll take me upstairs, lay me down on tha bed
Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head)
If I was boo I'd do tha same
She must love it, She ain't never complained
They'll be moanin', kickin' a lot of screamin'
I work it so hard she starts steamin'
You know how it is after a couple of wooers
She was subject and I am tha Ruler
She's my freak y'all, but she's no skeeza
One thing for sure, Tha girl's always got that.....
[CHORUS]
Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme
I had some hydroponic, Boy that shit was fine
I had two joints, One for me and my homie
After half tha show, He didn't even know me
His eyes were tight, they turned red
He could bearly hold them up, They where heavy as lead
An hour went by, He said Loc I'm kinda hungry
I said oh shit! This brothers got tha munchies
Got off my couch, put my Gucci's on my feet
Went to tha Seven Eleven at tha top of tha street
I ordered everythin' edible off tha shelf
He thought it was sad, I ate it all myself
When we got back to tha car, Headed north then south
I needed a drink I had a cotton mouth
We had so much food didn't know where to start
At tha Hagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts
Big bags of chips, gallons of dips
It took me weeks to get tha taste of my lips
I ate so much miserable is how I felt
Almost busted out my pants had to loosen my belt
Kickin at the tube, wathin' none better than
You know tha king of late night, Yeah Dave Letterman
Not to hilarious jokes kinda plain
But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary Jane.....
Hit me
Aaaaah yeeeaah
That's the flavor right there
Sho' you're right
Yo, tell em what it's all about, man
All that ballin thing
How you got it goin and on and on with that, huh
(Tell em what it's all about)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not even knowin where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the bullet
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to pull it
Cause in the city you never know what can come up
You turn your back and what's up - a sucker runs up
And then you're left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit back and observe what goes on
So when a brother feels an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the time and place
But there will be a time and place
And I'ma smoke his ass..
Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you wake up, apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days of young
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include girls
I pimp microphones and rock worlds
I been a gangsta since back in the day
Junior High School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days when locs was called insanes
And I was coolin with my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the street with my sweet girl Jackie
Creased Curduroys and starched up khakis
Back then that was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me in was deadly precise
I ain't never had a problem on any block
Cause if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin?
Just a little bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really into a whole lotta bullshit
Just doin his own thing
Straight get his scrap on
But it was kinda cool, uknowmsayin
That's why he was very well respected
[ VERSE 3 ]
It ain't all about who you're bangin
Gangbangin or how much dope you're slingin
It's all about gettin your life established
And when you're livin like Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my bathtub
The exotic women and different type of backrubs
The places I travel, the things that I see
You're startin to get the picture how they start to juice me?
You can't compare me to wanna-pimps whimps
Cause that's entirely a different type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my success
Not rollin around makin women undress
I am a player, petty actions surveyor
Never heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the sugar daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin?
It was on to the break of dawn
I got it like that
I'm sworn to the hood
But check
I got things to do
Check this out
[ VERSE 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's what I have to be
Just like the homies standin front and back of me
And when you see us don't ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know what's our profession
We're servin suckers techniques and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose women and good times
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a second
He thinks I'm soft just because I went and made a record
It's that petty thought that got him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm known to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin?
Straight up down for the crown
Tribe thing, uknowmsayin?
No matter who you are or where you come from
When they push you back to the wall
You got no choice but to come out swingin
Uknowmsayin
And that's straight up real
No matter where you're from
Laws of the street
Pimpin style
Special shout-out to the Westside Trizzide
Special shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and crew
Special shout-out to ATL
What's up with your football game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, don't know
[Tone Loc:]
And it is another hot day in Southern California
As we break it down to you live, as the sand band comes to ya
From the hot one
KSUN
The K-Sun
Where we got it going on all day and night
Looks like another hot one out there
Highs reaching 102, lows reaching 69
Women, put on those bikinis, and
Guys
Please, take off those speedos
As we break off into another one by the wild man himself
Mr. L-O-C
On station
K, S-U-N
[song starts]
Yeah
I dig
Mmmhmmm
[Verse 1:]
I bump the drums, the bass, the flute, the harmonica
All the way from Malibu to Santa Monica
Up to Long Beach
Back to Huntington
Take out my scope, so I can the honies run
Cause when I see one
I gotta have one
I won't nab one, reach out and grab one
I get 'em, close, and then I
Scan it
From the Pacific, all the way to the At-
Lantic
Put my locs on, top back, profilin'
Ridin'
From Florida to Long Island
And every place in between cause I'm a
Chiller
And like Michael Jackson, more than a
Thriller
I'm shinin' bright like a sun where the sea blocks
And runnin' thangs like a fresh pair of Reebox
When me and the homies
Get together for a roast
Yeah, we hit straight for the coast
[Tone Loc:]
Yeah
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
I dig
[Verse 2:]
School's out
No one thinking about the lesson
No more homework, ain't worried about your profession
You just wanna chill in the sun
Relax with a honey and have fun, fun, fun
I know a lot of y'all know exactly what I'm speakin'
Working hard all week long, just for the weekend
The boss is down your neck, no respect
The only reason I can stay
Is for the paycheck
And so, what the hay, cause it pays
But hell
Everybody needs a little raise
The harder you work, the less you get
The more you hold it in
The more you wanna talk [{*shit*}]
You just relax before somebody gets
Hurt
And find yourself gone out of work
You get strong
Think it matter your post
But if you need to relax, hey
Hit the coast
[Tone Loc:]
I dig
Yeah, heh he
I dig
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
I dig
[Verse 3:]
[Tone:]
Man, there's honies goin' up and down the coastline
My favorite spot is the Venice Shortline
Muscle Beach
Cause that's where they all chill
Hit the beaches
Or just go and stand still
One way or another
They're coming my way
Either on they bikes, on they feet, or they rollin' skates
I chill cause they know that I'm ready for 'em
And like Aretha Franklin, I'm a Rock Steady for 'em
And have plenty R-E-S-P-E-C-T
So that
L-O-C can get some L-O-V-E
From a honey tip with a money grip
Cause I ain't down for no funny [{*shit*}]
[Notch:]
Yo Loc
You startin' to trip in here
[Tone:]
Yo man
You know how I feel by the tan
So when you really need that rough that you don't roast
You know what to do, homie
Hit the coast
[Tone Loc:]
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
I dig
Yeah
(aw yeah, huh)
[Tone-Loc]
(UH!) One-two, one-two...
Oh my God! Tone-Loc, where you been?
Oh, he back in the studio! HO-OH-oh-oh [*laughs*]
..Ohhh shhhit....It's a miracle...
Hey, hey, whatcha gotta do, whatcha gotta do...
Check it out, holmes...
[Tone-Loc imitates a Jamaican rasta]
BO-BO...Ladies and gentlemon...it is time for me to introduce to you
The grandmaster, the MC, that 'oes from coast to coast
The gggrandwizard, The Man, The Myth, Tone Smith
But {?} known as, Tone-Loc!
Yo LOCO....I wan you to rip it up for 'em, mon!
Tell us what it's all a-bout...rip it away from {?} bloodclots...
and do it for the westsyyyyde...
[Verse One]
I do believe the year was 1966
A young brother was brought up in the mix...
and ever since that day was born
like a mother from a baby, he could never be torn
From the neighborhood that ?tardy? so much
I'da hustle and chill, and surviving the clutch...
and if you didn't know, I'm talkin' 'bout the best side
Where the tribe reside on that Westside
This ain't Bed-Stuy, but it's like "Do or Die"
Contemplatin' suicide to ride by
homicides, and then it's ova... (ova, ova...)
No rabbits for the four-leaf clover
Everything is everything, just mind yo' buis-ness
and when I handle mine, I leave no witness
So when you're walkin', aim straight and keep goin'
The rhymes are ?gumblin'? and the tribe is still, flowin'
Fo'-deep in the G-ride... (G-ide, G-ride..)
Tryna make it, to the funky-ass Westside
To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside...)
[Chorus- Kenyatta]
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Na-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahh
C'mon! Lemme hear you say
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Na-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhh
[Verse Two]
III remember the dayys, as a tee-ager
Before the hypeness, of a sky-pager...
It was +Happy Days,+ now +Who's The Boss?+
Instead of The Shuffle, we was doin' El Lacoss
and it was easy to catch a girl solo
Bust out the gigolo, but showed the polo
Before you thought we was coooold freakin'
BIG grindin', dancin' cheek to cheek and
Steal a kiss and you know I'm all excited!
Until the point where I can't even hide it
and when you know, someone stepped on my shoe
and why they do that? And I done had too many blues
I tried, real hard, to stay cool and calm
He didn't say, "Excuse me" so I had to BOMB
Lookin' at his {?}, I was only upset!
So I get, betta watch the step... (watch the step...)
On the funky-funky Westside... (Westside...)
It's a funky-funky Westside
[Chorus]
[Tone-Loc over chorus]
For the O.G.s' and dawgs, know what I'm sayin'?
Fo' the insanes...to ?all the rocks?
To all the Locs'...
[Kenyatta]
I-I-I-IIIIII shot the sher-IFF (Yeah I did...)
But I did not shoot no deputy... (Nah...)
Ohhh no, NOOOOOOO (I didn't chalk him)
I said, III shot the sher-IFF (yeah, I shot him)
But I did not shoot, no deputy (ain't shoot no deputy)
Ohhh no, NOOOOOOOO
[Verse Three]
Illusions of the world and my mind begin to twirl
Thinkin' 'bout a wife, a lil' boy and a girl
You can do this when your pockets are fat, not skinny
and at this point of time, I ain't makin' a penny
Hard times of it, so I gotta get my slang on
Back on The Ave., where I used to get my bang on
Homies all around, still ?pullin'? llicks
Ain't worry 'bout a thang from Officer Dick
Yo they get theirs, so I gotta get mine
Knowin' damn well the risks of doin' time
to run this city, was the master plan
Yo I breathed the Aves., the block, the streets like a diaphragm
Times have changed, but I still scrap for mine (MINE)
That's how I'm livin' on the Westside
That's how I'm livin' on the Westside (Westside)
on the West....side
To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside...)
[Tone-Loc]
Sometimes I can't he-help myself...
AwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWW yeah!
[Verse One]
It was a few years back...if I recall...
I was out on tour, Miami, just havin a ball!
Had a few Medinas one night, we decided to hit this club
Twelve deep, gotta FREAK, 'cause y'know I got major pub
Little did I know that I was in for a big surprise
Met this lil' sweet cutie thang wit' them beautiful golden thighs
+He+ said, "Tony, y'know I'm playful we can, huh, do the Do"
I said, "I'm goin' back to my plac' baby, the Falcon ?Bleu?"
We got off the elevator, to my suite on the nineteenth floor
But inside, my boy {?} was tearin' UP this score
So me and this little ?isph? drove down to the beach and sssoothed
I was diggin' up sand and that baby howlin' at the moon
I was all up in the mix and everything was copasetic
An officer came, shined his light, and said ("Son, you can forget it!")
I yelled for help, but the punk said, "There's no one left to save ya"
DAYMN! [Damn] Locked up for my um...freaky behaaavior
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
My freaky behavior
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
My freaky behaaaavior, whaaa...
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
My freaky behavior
Sometimes I can't he-help myself...
("Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior") [x4]
I remember back...when I was five-and-a-half
Hangin' out a my homie's lil' six-year old birthday bash
Me and my next-door neighbor, Big Willie, know him that well
I used to play with him anyway, 'cause his mom was fine as hell!
Y'know one of them brothaz, who's moms look real young...
And just ta get a glimpse, you used to go over and play wit' her son, yeah!
Well back to this party, it was boring and kinda slow
Playin' "Pin the Tail on a Donkey", hey, and my turn to go
They blindfolded me, but I could see her so, yes
I pinned the tail smack-down, boom, Kenny's mom chest
I couldn't help myself y'all, ha-as the Lord is my Savior
WHOO, I got the whoopin' of my life from my ya... my freaky behaaavior, whaaa
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
My freaky behavior, um...
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
My freaky behaaaavior, what?
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
My freaky behavior...
Sometimes I can't he-help myself...
"LET'S...{?} real cool!" [x3]
"He's no fool!" [x2]
"HUH!"
"HUH!"
"HUH!"
"HUH!" "HUH!"
"HUH!" "HUH!"
"HUH!" "HUH!"
Since I'm from Cali...I do a lil' swimmin'...
This one particular time, I had a whole POOL fulla women
One swam over ta me, and of course she was doin' her breaststroke
Very damn extremely trimmin', she looked very dope!
She said, "Let's go inside, Tony! And make love for {?}"
I said, "Why we gotta go inside, baby? Let's do it right here!"
She said, "Here? In front of all these people? No way, forget it!"
I swam away, she said, "WAIT! Okay, I'm wit it!"
She took off her bikini, so I KNOW it was time to jam...
and I was on the water, knockin' boots like Blackuaman [Aquaman] can!
She start to drown, so of course I have to save her!
DAYUM! [Damn] I just can't help it chya'll it's my...freaky behaaavior
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
Hm, my freaky behavior
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
Hm, my freaky behaaaavior, whaaa...
(Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior)
What? My freaky behavior
Sometimes I can't he-help myself...
("Work..in...on...my...frea-ky...behavior") [x2]
"LET'S...{?} real cool!" [x3]
"He's no fool!" [x2]
Allow me to display if I may, I'm ready to start
(So am I)
Well, okay, I've been held back for several years
I had a few squabbles, never shedded no tears
But like an uzi on the mic they call me Tone Capone
Slangin' down with your posse, if you're standin' alone
Cultivatin' all cities and tearin' up towns
I treat you like a king goin' for a rebound
When I'm on the mic, some say that I'm treacherous
They used to be the best, yeah, I bet you was
I never lost a battle, I ain't never been beat
Go look on the sharp tombstones on the street
Suckas like you try to diss with nerve
But I slay you down and lay you down next to the curb
Now I'm all in flesh, blindin' the one that stare
I drop you on the pavement, leave you parked in the rear
I don't need no protection so here's a little lesson
When I leave the house, insured my Smif-N-Wessun
A .357, cold bobbin' off 11
It puts you in hell, or it could place you up in heaven
You lookin' for trouble, then it's trouble I spark
But I'm tellin' you now, I get loc'ed after dark
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, Loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
Freaks never cease, just to say the least
I'll start mobbin' motherfuckers like a savage beast
I'm takin' my turn to make the mic burn
And when I'm teachin' class, there's a lesson to be learned
Now I battle posses and tribes alike
Never battle out of hate, I always battle for spite
Cold jealous of me, the west side man
The leader of the brothers and killer of the Klan
But I don't give a shit 'cause my rhyme is legit
Cold put you in the yard and tie you up with my pit
'Cause when she starts to bite, that's when I will ignite
The views of the party taken to new heights
I consider myself to be a part of the elite
Suave and debonair because the rhyme is so sweet
Been causin' confusion, magician of illusion
You got a little, problem, here's a solution
A winner never quits and a quitter never wins
So why you just gamblin' with dubs and fiends?
Remember what I say, it sticks like Krazy Glue
I'm tellin' you now, I'm not afraid of you
Look up in my face, I'll tear your heart apart
And like I told you before, what? I get loc'ed after dark
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, Loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, Loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
MC's, comin' out like thunder
I'll make you see why Stevie had to Wonder
Is he fiction or is he a myth?
Naw, it's just a dope rapper, you know Tone Smith
'Cause every time you hear my song your hands clap
The chosen one, puttin' LA on the map
With no objection I plead my case
Tone Loc, full capacity, leavin' out of space
The ace contender will never surrender
When I rock a show you always remember
The one and only, superior to many
Me losin' a battle? Naw, I can't remember any
Although, in the days, I may have lost one
Who the hell am I kiddin', I ain't been outdone
'Cause I'm the best, and I live out west
And if you want a dope song, I'll play your request
It don't take much to make a crowd live
Just some Boots and some droids and a little bit of slide
I step on stage and clear my hair
My next start, hmm, just a knock-up dare
No uzi my voice from the start
But you never know, why? 'Cause I get loc'ed after dark
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
Yo Wop, wussup, why don't you do me a little favor
Man, why don't you scratch my back for me?
Oh yeah, little bit over to the left
Aaight, aaight, move it up now, yeah
Now a little bit down, now a little bit higher
Little bit over to the left, yeah
I'll Wop's in the house
We outta here, yes, hasta la negro
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, Loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, Loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
Doin' it after dark
Doin' it at the park
Oh yeah, Loc gets hard
Oh yeah, [unverified] gets hard
I'm thinking
Cold coolin' at a bar, and I'm lookin'for some action
But like Mick Jagger said, "I can't get no satisfaction"
The girls are all around, but none of them want to get with me
My threds are fresh and I'm looking def Yo, what's up with L-O-C?
The girls I saw jockin'at the other end of the bar
Havin' drinks with some no-name chump when they know that I'm the star
So I git up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina
I asked the guy, "Why you so fly?"
He said, "Funky Cold Medina"
Funky Cold Medina
This brother told me a secret on how to get more chicks
Put a little Medina in your glass and the girls will come real quick
It's better than any alcohol or aphrodisiac
A couple of sips of this love potion and she'll be on your lap
So I gave some to my dog, when he began to beg
Then he licked his bowl and he looked at me
And did the Wild Thing on my leg
He used to scratch and bite me before he was much, much meaner
But now all the poodles run to my house
For the Funky cold Medina
You know what I'm sayin'? I got every dog in my neighborhood
Brekin'down my door,
I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Stroh's
They won't leave my dog alone with that Medina, pal
Went up to this girl, she said, "Hi, my name is Sheena"
I thought she'd be good to go with alottle Funky cold Medina
She said, "I'd like a drink, "
I said ok, I'd go get it
Then a couple of sips,
She sold licked her lips
And I knew that she was with it
So I took her to my crib, and everything went well as planned
But when she got undressed
It was a big old mess
Sheena was a man
So I threw him out, I don't fool around with in Oscar Meyer weiner
You must be sure
That your girl is oure
For the Funky Cold Medina
You know, ain't no playin'with a man
This is the 80's and I'm down with the ladies, ya know?
Break it down
Back in the saddle, lookin'for a little affection
I took a shot as a conteatant on the Love Connection
The audience voted and you know they picked a winner
I took my date to the Hilton for Medina and some dinner
She had a few drinks, I'm thinkin'soon what I'll be gettin'
Instead she started talkin'about plans for a weddin'
Said wait, slow down, love, not so fast, says "I'll be seein'ya"
That's why I found you don't play around
With the Funky Cold Medina
Ya know what I'm sayin', that Medina's a monster, y'all Funky Cold Medina
[Tone Loc:]
Orlanda... fat-ass Honda
The homies! The homesssss
Now what we talkin 'bout, yo tell 'em
The homies! Heyyyyy
What we talkin 'bout, everybody lemme hear you say
The homies! Youuuuuuuuuu
The homies, the homies
Ain't nuttin like a homey, if it is show me
You're puffin that skunk, homeboy you musta known me
Me and my boys been through thick and thin
And if one of us is losin, none of us win
I remember days early 80's, junior high
Triple A, Wink Dog, Custom G, we was fly
The stupid groupie, man we used to please her
All around the world couldn't find a better pleaser
You used to try to lecture me, man you tried to scold me
Uh-oh, too late, here commmmmmmmmmes the homies! Hey hey
Here they come, oh shit
Everybody here they come
The homies! Yeahhhhhhh
Everybody everybody here they come
The homies! Hoooooooo
One time check this out
Ain't nuttin like a homey when you need support
And especially, when your pockets is short
Homeboy I need a C-note, my funds is lack
Here you go buddy, no hurry to pay it back
You know what I mean? That's a true friend
And I would be there with my homey 'til the day it end
Cause I don't really give a fuck, my rhyme...
Can I say that man? Can I use that verse? Okay I won't
I don't really give a fuck I got my homeboy back
In case a sucker's playing king, he might get jacked
And I'll always remember what my brother told me
He said Loc, ain't nuttin like a homey, hey hey hey hey
You know what I'm sayin? He said
Ain't nuttin like a homey, hooooooooo!
Hoe what you sayin? Nuttin like a donut, heyyyy
This jam I created will leave you devastated
And when I'm finished rockin' you will appreciate it
The structure of this rhyme will reign supreme
To have a cut like this is a MC's dream
You first heard this cut you thought it was irreceptible
Now you're groovin' to it that makes it acceptable
Party people listen to my word
The note on the door said, 'Do not disturb'
While I create the jam and take you little bit higher
Don't get close this cut is on fire
Causin' much damage like a nuclear war
You know what time it is, I'm always reachin' for more
To turn the party out my rhymes are always suitable
Considered very healthy like a sauna, therapeutical
Owner of the mic, yeah L O C
Never spent a day in college got many degrees
Not fully educated but dedicated
Until this jam I was extremely underrated
Now I'm rockin' parties from sea to sea
Talkin' 'bout everything from A to Z
Some say my style is laxadasical
Now you hear the music and you say that's the way to go
A show a gig it has signs to picket
Now I'm rockin' stronger and you want free tickets
You once a month rapper, you're weak and you've shown it
Don't waste my time, I need an opponent
Not only will I dog you but I make you retire
Don't get close this cut is on fire
Last time you heard my voice you claimed it was obnoxious
Your foot started tappin', it was in your self-conscience
I know it's hard to believe a million sold
Every time I start bustin', you lose control
My verbal coalition is a little outrageous
Like a plague my rap is contagious
Causin' much grief, no sympathy for pain
Hard beats and fresh lyrics is what I attain
You can take this brand new style of hip hop
Cold put it at the bottom, it will reach the top
Because the rhyme is so def, you stand in amazement
Time's up I got another engagement
Rhymes never empty, I keep them replenished
The crowd skeezer teaser until they're finished
Smoke from the cut you better put on your glasses
Guaranteed to knock you all on your asses
And ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Like on the back of the dollar it says, 'In God We Trust'
The smoke filled room make the suckers perspire
Don't get close this cut is on fire
Can you dig it?
We gon' blow the house up in smoke
With the MC Tone-Loc
You guessed it, baby
[Incomprehensible]
I was born and raised on the West Coast
Tone-Loc, the master, the host
The O.G. town I represent
Well I'm the Mayor, Governor and President
L.A., where it's sunny all year
The first city to bust the Fila gear
L.A. [Incomprehensible] Sergio Tacchini
Venice Beach home of the fit bikini
From Compton, Watts to Pasadena
If you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanor
The town to astound, city by the shore
Our posse's in the house and we're coolin' hardcore
You never seen a MC with such style and finesse
Wearin' hella silk shirts and pants by Guess
You can search the universe but you never will find
Another MC with a style like mine
'Cause if you do, we'll battle to hell
And your head'll be cracked like the Liberty Bell
Like a sculpture and a statue I'm pittoresque
Hardcore lover rhymer with the beat that's def
Yo don't worry 'cause I be back
You won't look at the bottom be at the top of the stack
Believe what I say I'm not known as a liar
Don't get close this cut is on fire
And you know that '89 is mine
Any MC like this you will find hard to find
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm 'bout to check outta here
Tone-Loc remember that, aight?
[Tone Loc:]
Don't get close [x2]
Fire from the flame from the depths of hell
When I grip the microphone I tend to rock well
Burning like the rays that shoot from the sun
The title taker back breaker, coolin to the maximum
I get respect with the dollars, that I collect
I'm livin large, in massive charge, in full effect
You say you're broke without knowin, who owes ya
I do shows from here to Nova Scotia
Rippin shit up, tearin shit up, and still chilling
Friday night at the box I make a killing
The individual, soloist, from the West coast
And I'm advisin you suckers, don't get close
Don't get close [x4]
I'm like steel... harder than a muh'fucker
You mention Loc it's known, not just another sucker
Creative mind think clear with no discretion
Power of the brain made rap my total profession
Demonstratin, as eyes, are vindicated
You are relatin but later you said you hate it
Like a cobra, I strike at any time
And then it's over, as soon as I bust a rhyme
You are silenced wonderin, "What's going on? "
And then I chill, until the break of dawn
Duellin, to maintain the West coast
But I'm advisin you suckers don't get close
Don't get close [x4]
My rhyme is like Boo-Yaa but it's not dope
And I'm the type of MC to make all, lose, hope
Never faded or close to being traded
Check, some of the songs that I've created
"I Got it Goin' On, " "Cheeba, " "Wild Thing, " "On Fire"
Got the rest of my pack to make a sucker retire
Standin brave, the one true soldier
You know it's whack, because Mike told ya
And I'm pricin hard like Tyson
Rhyme so sweet no need for no icing
Strapped with the gauge and lyrics are the trigger
When I perform the ego's gettin bigger and bigger
A crowd rocker and I'm the one you chose
And I'm advisin you suckers don't get close
(Don't get close) I ain't pullin no punches
And if you get too close you might get yo' ass
Knocked smooth the fuck out (don't get close)
I'm here the only one runnin things out of this camp
And ain't nobody superior (don't get close)
[Jim Carrey:]
Tone, put that big ass size thirteen on and kick it for the homies
[Tarzan yell]
Just call him my dog, man
[Verse 1: Tone Loc]
Trix/tricks are for kids, and men are for tricks
He's the number one pet
Dick
No need for a fireman
When your cat's up a tree, he's the one that you hire, man
Known to bring 'em back alive
If your cat's scratched, or if your turkey got jive
A little loco en la cabeza, but still got charm
Brought 'em back to Ol' MacDonald's farm
So hey diddle diddle, what's laid in the park
Chasin' more pets than Noah's Ark
No need for a paint if numbers get deleted
Ace on the case, and the job is completed
Simple as Simon, when I start rhymin'
Always tell the truth, so you know I'm not lyin'
Down with the ladies as a lover
Undercover
[Break 1:]
[Tone Loc:] Yo, tell 'em where he's at, my brothers
[Crowd:]
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] Yo, tell 'em where Ace is at
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] Uh, I don't believe they heard you
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] Is he all up in the house
[Crowd:]
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
[Verse 2:]
Well
If Ace is in the house, so must be Loc
Blowin' up like a cloud of smoke
Checkin' all of his bitches at home
But I'm the dog with the biggest bone (WOOF!)
I grip the mic like pliers, no one's flyer
Yo, Ace is for hire
A floor room show piece
Solvin' more crimes than the hot damn police
Tryin' to do it legal
Lookin' for a dolphin, beating on a eagle
Nothin' ever planned
Remember, Ace got the face of a helpful detective man
Crazy like Harpo
Busted-out windows in his Monte Carlo
Loud clothes, black boots
Dutch style hair, no time for a suit
But I don't give a damn if he's way out
Yo, tell him who's in the house
[Break 2:]
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] I don't believe they heard ya
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] Yo, tell 'em one more time
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] Tell 'em who's in the house
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] I don't believe they heard ya
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] Is he runnin' thangs
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] Is he doin' thangs
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Tone Loc:] I need to know
[Crowd:] Yo, Ace is in the house
[Jim Carrey:]
Don't worry, ma'am
Ace'll find your pussy
CAT, that is
[Tone Loc:]
You know, uh, Ace
I was, uh, checking you out and everythang, and
I have to admit
You are the best pet detective there is
Although, uh, you are the only pet detective there is, but
You're still number one
I got to go, uh
My zebra's double parked outside
Peace
To the west side tribe
Tell 'em who's in the house
[Female:]
Ace is in the house
I said Ace in the house
I said Ace in the house
I said Ace in the house
[Crowd:]
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Yo, Ace is in the house
Alright, dig it
Cold coolin' at a bar and I'm lookin' for some action
But like Mike Jagger said, 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction'
The girls are all around but none of them wanna get with me
My threads are fresh and I'm lookin' def, yo, what's up with L O C?
The girls all jockin' at the other end of the bar
Havin' drinks with some no-name chump
When they know that I'm the star
So, I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina
I asked the guy, why you so fly? He said, ?Funky Cold Medina?
Funky Cold Medina
This brother told me a secret on how to get more chicks
Put a little Medina in your glass and the girls'll come real quick
It's better than any alcohol or aphrodisiac
A couple of sips of this love potion and she'll be on your lap
So, I gave some to my dog when he began to beg
Then he licked his bowl and he looked at me
And did the wild thing on my leg
He used to scratch and bite me before he was much, much meaner
But now all the poodles run to my house for the Funky Cold Medina
You know what I'm sayin'?
I got every dog in my neighborhood breakin' down' my door
I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Stroh's
They won't leave my dog alone with that Medina, pal
I went up to this girl, she said, ?Hi, my name is Sheena?
I thought she'd be good to go with a little Funky Cold Medina
She said, I'd like a drink, I said, ?Ehm, ok, I'll go get it?
Then a couple sips, she cold licked her lips
And I knew that she was with it
So, I took her to my crib and everything went well as planned
But when she got undressed, it was a big old mess, Sheena was a man
So, I threw him out, I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer wiener
You must be sure that the girl is pure for the Funky Cold Medina
You know, ain't no plans with a man
This is the 80's and I'm down with the ladies
Break it down
Back in the saddle, lookin' for a little affection
I took a shot as a contestant on 'The Love Connection'
The audience voted and you know they picked a winner
I took my date to the Hilton for Medina and some dinner
She had a few drinks, I'm thinkin' soon what I'll be gettin'
Instead she started talkin' 'bout plans for our weddin'
I said, wait, slow down, love, not so fast, says, I'll be seein' ya
That's why I found you don't play around with the Funky Cold Medina
Ya know what I'm sayin'
That Medina's a monster, y'all
