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(aw yeah, huh)(UH!) One-two, one-two...Oh my God! Tone-Loc, where you been?Oh, he back in the studio! HO-OH-oh-oh [*laughs*]Oh shit....It's a miracle...Hey, hey, whatcha gotta do, whatcha gotta do...Check it out, holmes...BO-BO...Ladies and gentlemon...it is time for me to introduce to youThe grandmaster, the MC, that 'oes from coast to coastThe grandwizard, The Man, The Myth, Tone SmithBut known as, Tone-Loc!Yo LOCO....I wan you to rip it up for 'em, mon!Tell us what it's all a-bout...rip it away from {?} bloodclots...and do it for the westsyyyyde...I do believe the year was 1966A young brother was brought up in the mix...and ever since that day was bornlike a mother from a baby, he could never be tornFrom the neighborhood that ?tardy? so muchI'da hustle and chill, and surviving the clutch...and if you didn't know, I'm talkin' 'bout the best sideWhere the tribe reside on that WestsideSongtexteThis ain't Bed-Stuy, but it's like "Do or Die"Contemplatin' suicide to ride byhomicides, and then it's ova... (ova, ova...)No rabbits for the four-leaf cloverEverything is everything, just mind yo' buis-nessand when I handle mine, I leave no witnessSo when you're 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 WestsideTo the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside...)[Chorus]NaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaNa-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahhC'mon! Lemme hear you sayNaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaNa-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhhIII remember the dayys, as a tee-agerBefore the hypeness, of a sky-pager...It was +Happy Days,+ now +Who's The Boss?+Instead of The Shuffle, we was doin' El Lacossand it was easy to catch a girl soloBust out the gigolo, but showed the poloBefore you thought we was coooold freakin'BIG grindin', dancin' cheek to cheek andSteal a kiss and you know I'm all excited!Until the point where I can't even hide itand when you know, someone stepped on my shoeand why they do that? And I done had too many bluesI tried, real hard, to stay cool and calmHe didn't say, "Excuse me" so I had to BOMBLookin' at his {?}, I was only upset!So I get, betta watch the step... (watch the step...)On the funky-funky Westside... (Westside...)It's a funky-funky Westside[Chorus][Tone-Loc over chorus]For the O.G.s' and dawgs, know what I'm sayin'?Fo' the insanes...to ?all the rocks?To all the Locs'...I-I-I-IIIIII shot the sher-IFF (Yeah I did...)But I did not shoot no deputy... (Nah...)Ohhh no, NOOOOOOO (I didn't chalk him)I said, III shot the sher-IFF (yeah, I shot him)But I did not shoot, no deputy (ain't shoot no deputy)Ohhh no, NOOOOOOOOIllusions of the world and my mind begin to twirlThinkin' 'bout a wife, a lil' boy and a girlYou can do this when your pockets are fat, not skinnyand at this point of time, I ain't makin' a pennyHard times of it, so I gotta get my slang onBack on The Ave., where I used to get my bang onHomies all around, still pullin' llicksAin't worry 'bout a thang from Officer DickYo they get theirs, so I gotta get mineKnowin' damn well the risks of doin' timeto run this city, was the master planYo I breathed the Aves., the block, the streets like a diaphragmTimes have changed, but I still scrap for mine (MINE)That's how I'm livin' on the WestsideThat's how I'm livin' on the Westside (Westside)on the West....sideTo the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside...)[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania