Cutting Rhythms

歌詞

It goes rama lama ding dong bigger than King Kong I'm on the mike and still got it going on Supercalifragilisticexpialidocio us, 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 L.A., 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 L.A. 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 Manhatten, Strong Island What's happening you all? How are you all living? Sure your way. Ah, back to the west coast West side L.A., East L.A., Compton, West Side, Watts How you all living? Littlewood Dina. What's up Dina? Hey, it's still a "Mr. Dina", ha hey