I Got It Goin’ On - Tone Loc

I got it, goin' on, I’m here to tell you

I know I’m makin' records but I’m not here to sell ya

The proof is in the pudding when I start to quote

On the stupid dope rhymes that I just wrote

When I wake up in the morn, look in the mirror

See my face, sexy brown like syrup

Goin' to the closet, and select my gear

Silver suit and tie, maybe some Fila wear

Head to the limo that’s parked outside

Makin' money in the back while I’m sayin' this rhyme

Make you thought it was weak, didn’t know it was strong

Hate to disappoint ya, I got it goin' on

Tone Loc, MC of the future

Sayin' rhymes and lines guaranteed to suit ya

The author, the writer and the editor

Sucka rappers sprayin' no ads at this competitor

Not knockin' no knocks, jockin' no jocks

Sayin' precious lines to make the women all flock to

The lover, figher, a gracious host

Chillin' most, from coast to coast

Not causin' no static, I’m just a rap addict

And when I’m on the mic, all the busters panic

I told you I was def, you thought I haven’t, didn’t

Didn’t know I was the one the crowd recommended

Rollin' like precision, it’s your decision

Or if you wanna chill, kick back and listen

I’m not tellin' no stories, or singin' no song

But in case you forgot, I got it goin' on

I make ice melt, and water freeze

I’m the baddest mother (uh!) on the seven seas

Like a wizard in a blizzard, I preform and it’s warm

In a hurricane, and earthquake and thunderstorm

Not mistakin' or fakin', I’m right up front

And if you see it ain’t peakin', I’m the one you want

Always chill, nothing less than spectacular

Loc’s on the mic with vivacious vernacular

Servin' and curvin' all the ones in my way

Yeah lippin' and pimpin', 'cause I live in L. A

Sunny Cal, that’s where the players chill

But no need to talk, 'cause you know the deal

Turn up the volume on the speaker

'Cause my rhymes are gettin' stronger

As the others are gettin' weaker

Hell yeah I’m right, I could never be wrong

And in case you forgot, I got it goin' on

We gon keep on rockin' straight to the end

So won’t you be like Alpha-Beta, and tell a friend

Under any circumstances, I rock all your pants’s

Make girlies hot, like Harlequin Romance

Make the stuff I’m out, in the middle of night

So I can have a little longer just to rock the mic

You know the party don’t stop 'til the Tone arive

Because the set is there, and Loc is so live

The truth is what I’m tellin' you, you best believe it

I’m convinced, and already can see it

Just kill, get stupid, let the beat commence

Stampede like the raiders, exceed with excellence

'Cause I’m the hip hop king, when I’m doing my thing

Known as the player, but it ain’t no thing

I got face outside, so Imma say so long

I hate to disappoint ya, I got it goin' on

For real, you know what I’m sayin'?

Yeah

Giz-ah, giz-oh, giz-oo

But first, M1

Tell 'em the flavor, please?

Cut it up!