Testo Cutting Rhythms - Tone-Loc
Testo della canzone Cutting Rhythms (Tone-Loc), tratta dall'album Bobby Evans Presents: Delicious Vinyl - 20 Years Fresh Mixtape
It goes rama-lama ding-dong bigger than King Kong
I'm on the mic 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 hardcore
Your circle's kind of envious you want to get with us
My name is Tone-Loc and my DJ's cutting rhythm
Rhythms, rhythms, rhythms
Yeah
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, you're mad
I know you want to hate us
But chill for a sec 'cause my DJ's cutting rhythm
Rhythms, rhythms, rhythms
Oh, yeah
Do it, do it
Anna likes to be
With all L-O-C
Ah, girl
What are you doing to me?
Oh, relax, 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 panty 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
Born to reign 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 40s, 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 quoted on the mic 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 goes 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 Manhattan, 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 y'all living?
Linwood
Dina, what's up Dina?
Hey, it's still a "Mr. Dina", ha hey
Credits
Writer(s): Michael S. Simpson, John Robert King, Gary Wright, Matt Dike, Barry Eugene White, Michael Lawrence Ross, Anthony Terrell Smith
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