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(앨범: Lōc-Ed After Dark - 1989)

When I come into the party, I look around
Schedule a level on the mic, so I can throw down
Clear my throat with the slightest cough, uh-uh
And before you know it, the party takes off
Hard beat like this, to keep you moving and stride
It's the way I'm taking over, making parties alive
Then I leave the stage, you know it's time to go
Then they pat me on the back and say "Way to rock it, Loc!"
Wipe the sweat off my head, pop a squat on my butt
Wouldn't you know it? The crowd want's another cut
Start making my way, before my butt gets cold
Now you heard it, onto the next episode

Now I got up on-stage, busted up a pose
I fodder all the fellas, gave the ladies a rose
Said a few lines that was so damn def
There was a battle in Seattle, wouldn't've needed a ref
Cop a hit when I land, make the money I spent
And if your girlies don't want it, I give it to the fan
The fiction I'll be kicking, of my invention
When it comes to saying souls, no competition
MC's out there, always bragging and boasting
Climbing up here, while I'm cruising and coasting
Taking my lot, now you call it a quote
Kill that noise, onto the next episode

You know what I'm sayin?
Catch you in the mexicans, baby
Check this out

My shin bolstered naked to my ankle bone
Just like my mixer's connected to my microphone
Just like the old man gave a dog a bone
So call me Loc, but you can call me Tone
Now I like to interpret most rhymes that I write
Never leave 'em laying around for a sucker to bite
When I hear the music, can't wait to hit the studio
Come up with something fresh to get through to ya
Put it on wax, ship it to the store
Wait for them to run out, then they order some more
It' only take a few days before the market gets cold
Sold out, onto the next episode

You know it, yeah
Catch it in the next edition, baby

Give me a ball and I'll hoop it, 'cause I get stupid
Draw the arrow back, and I shoot it like cupid
Increasing and preasing, the crowd I'm pleasing
Hock-to, excuse me for my sneezing
I'm always with it, while you'll just grit it
Talk behind my back about the money I'm spending
But you're just nosy, ring around the rosie
Telling my business, you feel cozy
Like Jesse Jackson, fight for action
Keep you all in traction, with satisfaction
The music is bold, that's why it's sold
I'm Tone, onto the next episode

You know it
You know what I'm sayin'?
'88 is great, but uh, '89 is mine

It's not filled with laughter, in this here chapter
You wanna do it, you have to wait 'til after
The master get's loose, I'm so rambunctious
Just the way my mind, and my body functions
Inflicting much terror, in this era
You better get your girl away, before I scare her
I'm not a mark, a punk, or buster that's soft
I get loose as a goose, 'cause I'm a hip hop art
Treat rappers like a field, and Imma plow
Even got a cat that does the chow-chow-chow
Just dancing and prancing, 22 years old
Close the book, end of this episode

Can you savor that flavor?
Onto the next episode
It's no cold, know what I'm sayin'?
Tone Loc in full effect
Going solo on your back, and I'm outta here
As-salamu alaykum