Cutting Rhythms - Tone-Loc

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 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

Aaahh, 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 «ed 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