Tone Loc

(feat. Kenyatta)
(aw yeah, huh)
[Tone-Loc]
(UH!) One-two, one-two...
Oh my God! Tone-Loc, where you been?
Oh, he back in the studio! HO-OH-oh-oh [*laughs*]
..Ohhh shhhit....Its a miracle...
Hey, hey, whatcha gotta do, whatcha gotta do...
Check it out, holmes...
[Tone-Loc imitates a Jamaican rasta]
BO-BO...Ladies and gentlemon...it is time for me to introduce to you
The grandmaster, the MC, that oes from coast to coast
The gggrandwizard, The Man, The Myth, Tone Smith
But {?} known as, Tone-Loc!
Yo LOCO....I wan you to rip it up for em, mon!
Tell us what its all a-bout...rip it away from {?} bloodclots...
and do it for the westsyyyyde...
[Verse One]
I do believe the year was 1966
A young brother was brought up in the mix...
and ever since that day was born
like a mother from a baby, he could never be torn
From the neighborhood that ?tardy? so much
Ida hustle and chill, and surviving the clutch...
and if you didnt know, Im talkin bout the best side
Where the tribe reside on that Westside
This aint Bed-Stuy, but its like "Do or Die"
Contemplatin suicide to ride by
homicides, and then its ova... (ova, ova...)
No rabbits for the four-leaf clover
Everything is everything, just mind yo buis-ness
and when I handle mine, I leave no witness
So when youre walkin, aim straight and keep goin
The rhymes are ?gumblin? and the tribe is still, flowin
Fo-deep in the G-ride... (G-ide, G-ride..)
Tryna make it, to the funky-ass Westside
To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside...)
[Chorus- Kenyatta]
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Na-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahh
Cmon! Lemme hear you say
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Na-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhh
[Verse Two]
III remember the dayys, as a tee-ager
Before the hypeness, of a sky-pager...
It was +Happy Days,+ now +Whos The Boss?+
Instead of The Shuffle, we was doin El Lacoss
and it was easy to catch a girl solo
Bust out the gigolo, but showed the polo
Before you thought we was coooold freakin
BIG grindin, dancin cheek to cheek and
Steal a kiss and you know Im all excited!
Until the point where I cant even hide it
and when you know, someone stepped on my shoe
and why they do that? And I done had too many blues
I tried, real hard, to stay cool and calm
He didnt say, "Excuse me" so I had to BOMB
Lookin at his {?}, I was only upset!
So I get, betta watch the step... (watch the step...)
On the funky-funky Westside... (Westside...)
Its a funky-funky Westside
[Chorus]
[Tone-Loc over chorus]
For the O.G.s and dawgs, know what Im sayin?
Fo the insanes...to ?all the rocks?
To all the Locs...
[Kenyatta]
I-I-I-IIIIII shot the sher-IFF (Yeah I did...)
But I did not shoot no deputy... (Nah...)
Ohhh no, NOOOOOOO (I didnt chalk him)
I said, III shot the sher-IFF (yeah, I shot him)
But I did not shoot, no deputy (aint shoot no deputy)
Ohhh no, NOOOOOOOO
[Verse Three]
Illusions of the world and my mind begin to twirl
Thinkin bout a wife, a lil boy and a girl
You can do this when your pockets are fat, not skinny
and at this point of time, I aint makin a penny
Hard times of it, so I gotta get my slang on
Back on The Ave., where I used to get my bang on
Homies all around, still ?pullin? llicks
Aint worry bout a thang from Officer Dick
Yo they get theirs, so I gotta get mine
Knowin damn well the risks of doin time
to run this city, was the master plan
Yo I breathed the Aves., the block, the streets like a diaphragm
Times have changed, but I still scrap for mine (MINE)
Thats how Im livin on the Westside
Thats how Im livin on the Westside (Westside)
on the West....side
To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside...)
[Chorus]
[ Funky Westside Lyrics ]