Think it matter your post But if you need to relax, hey Hit the coast [Tone Loc:] I dig Yeah, heh he I dig Yeah I dig Yeah I dig [Verse 3:] [Tone:]
all from the same gang [Michel'le] Don't you know we've got to put our heads together? Make the change cause we're all in the same gang [Tone-Loc] Now
a reggae fashion? Hey Mon' say never judge a book by it's cover, turn the page to discover You got the reggae on one and the punk rock ragamuffin on the other
Tootin on that cocaine, fuckin wit that wrong thang Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc
motherfuckin players (Players, players) To my man King Tee, seem like he cant think Without a drink but he's a player, he's a player Got to admit it, TLA, you a goddamn player To Tone-Loc
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
with the honey Rollin' down the street I saw this girl and she was pumpin' I winked my eye, she got into the ride Went to a club was jumpin' Introduce myself as Loc
Tootin' on that cocaine, fuckin' wit that wrong thang Niggas like that get things like they want it (What, damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit, now Loc
back But im right behind him we goin to the top cause we keep on climbin Never fallin behind KingSpade is Risin' [D-Loc] You know D-Loc's always
reggae fashion?! My Mom say "Never Judge a Book by It's Cover." Turn the page to discover, You got the reggae on one and the punk rock ragamuffin on the other
ago, officer Jack Meoff in our chopper in the sky Spotted rapper D-Loc member of the infamous KOTTONMOUTH comittee Skating eastbound on Yorba Linda Blvd. D-Loc
(let's take it to the stage, sucka) Erick sermon: It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs, The e I'm not jokin' so back
Erick sermon: It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs, The e I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, slack up. Watch your weak
the plan Fuck a wall flower coward When we moving no one stand Everybody to the bar Nothing but heavy ghetto star Never taking shit from fools Got them tones
mack dips stack chips fuck gat clips Ap rips phat shit when I spit rap scripts Rockin microphone chrome leavin bones broke Ya'll are played out like Tone Loc
