Tone-Loc - Cutting Rhythms

It goes rama lama ding dong
Bigger than King Kong
I'm on the mike and still got it going on
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, full of
Philosophy, not being precocious
I can take an adjective run it around
Line it up in a rhyme make
You swear it's a noun
Like a word to a verb, a part to a clause
Hey! I went for mine so you can go for yours
Dedication and desire keeps me on fire
If we was in London you'd be calling me sire
The length of the lecture can cause pressure
That's why my rhymes
They're dope-they're so much fresher
Such a technique is so unique
Anticipation of a crime wave for me to speak
I go angle myself to be chill and not a bore
I'm living in LA, you know I'm hard core
Your circle's kind of envious you
Want to get with us
My name is Tone-Loc and my DJ's got rhythm
Rhythms rhythms rhythms yeah
Do it!do it!do it!

One, two, buckle my shoe
So many funky, fresh rhymes, man
I don't know what to do
I begin to say 'em and M plays 'em
They bust us on a tip we just daze 'em
I make up the rhymes
(easy) mike is the scratcher
Just like Duncan Hines cooking
Up fresh batches several raps are paper
But most of them scatter
Keep most the funky ones in my head
So it don't matter
A saying, a skit, a practice or rehearsal
There's one more song for the
Press to call "controversial"
It's no cartoon-I don't see no animation
You try to fuck us up because
You'll be filled with agitation
Circumstances, might not allow me to bust
Because they know I got
More game than Toy-R-Us
It's not Monopoly or Rubik's Cube
Or game of Chess
Tone-Loc, MC, getting A's on his test
Cause you're out there
Your mad i know you want to hate us
But you're forsake 'cause my DJ's got rhythm

Rhythms rhythms rhythms oh yeah
Do it!do it!do it anyplace anna likes to be
With all LOC ah, girl
What are you doing to me?
Oh, I like you know it
It ain't a miracle so don't get hysterical
I'm on the mike with a serious scenario
It's on your radio and coming from the stereo
And don't you cut it until Loc say so
The main attraction, give us satisfaction
A slayer and a player
Getting plenty petty action, yeah!
Hip Hop it and rocking a star
I will climb up any mountain just
To get to the top
Cause women they see go down in a valley
A down brother, cool cooling in Cali
Cali, 'ey, is the place I stay
When it rains on the west side streets of LA
A lot of people ask me why I started rapping
I say, "I don't know
It just kind of happened"
I had a few 40's, I was drunk to the core
Sitting at the club, homeboy
I was hell of a bored
Then all of a sudden it hit me like a shock
Tone-Loc was in the place and
It was time to rock
Just to freshen up my breath
I chewed a stick of Dentyne
And then I quoted on the
Mike with fresh routine you know it
All questions answered
And the case is closed
Tone-Loc in full effect you
Know what I'm saying?
This is going out to all my
Homeboys on the west coast
Down south, up north, midwest and of course
To all the chilling posses back east
Brooklyn, Flatbush, the Bronx
Money making Manhattan, Strong Island
What's happening you all? How are you
All living? Sure your way
Ah, back to the west coast
West side LA, East LA, Compton, West Side
Watts how you all living?
Littlewood dina what's up Dina?
Hey, it's still a "Mr dina", ha hey

Written by:
GARY WRIGHT, JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON, ANTHONY TERRELL SMITH, BARRY EUGENE WHITE, MATT DIKE, MICHAEL LAWRENCE ROSS

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