Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheeba Cheeba, artist - Tone-Loc. Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cheeba Cheeba |
| When I get to a party, to get it started |
| I grab the microphone and rock it cold hearted |
| Go behind the curtains while my fans just point |
| You know what Loc’s doin, I’m blazin a joint |
| Cause it seems a lot of times, I’m at my best |
| After some indica, or a bowl of sess |
| I’m creatin, multiplyin, big time supplyin |
| Enough bud, to keep the WHOLE party high on |
| I might get ill and roll an eighth in one hooter |
| Park my Benz or cold jet out on my scooter |
| Bail to the coast, take a hell of a skunk |
| Twist up a big baba of this serious dope |
| Smoke it down to the nub, use my roach clip |
| So much damn resin, it’s starting to drip |
| It ain’t harmful like heroin; |
| it’s also cheaper |
| That’s why I’m glad homeboy that I |
| Got that Cheeba! |
| Cheeba Cheeba |
| Man, Don’t cha hate it when you ain’t go no weed |
| It seems about the time you really feel the need |
| To get high, get full, you know get blasted |
| Keep ya singin' the high it really lasted |
| Rollin' around tryin' not to get popped |
| By the boyz, the pigs, the rollers, the cops |
| Pull into one spot to see what they’re all about |
| Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they’re all out |
| You go back to the crib, Pick up the telephone |
| You try everybody so I guess you call Tone |
| Cause I can buy an O.Z. |
| or go buy dime |
| I can pay cash for her, I can get it on time |
| It really makes no difference long as I get lit |
| Roll it in my Zig Zag, take a big bong hit |
| Cause after the bud, My rhymes start flowin' |
| Never gettin' short uh uh uh, they always knowin' |
| I’m maxin', relaxin', but never taxin' |
| No need for you to keep on askin' |
| If it is It, If the Shit is the Shit |
| Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba |
| You know my shit is legit |
| You’re the student, and I’m the teacher |
| I’m not a minister or reverend, I’m not a preacher |
| So excuse me while I call time |
| Cause I’m gonna take a few hits |
| In the middle of this rhyme… |
| One day I was coolin' with my homeboy Seal, chill |
| Getting fucked up in his Coupe De Ville, still |
| I wasn’t too high to know what I was doin' |
| Went to the store, copped some more brew and |
| Came back to the car, tried to be a winner |
| Rolled up all my roaches, barely made a pinner |
| I wasn’t upset I had more at the house |
| But I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse |
| Cause when we’re together, blazin' the cheeba |
| She does things to me that you wouldn’t believe uh |
| I’m not talkin' kinky or nothin' obscene |
| But it’s not far off if you know what I mean |
| She’ll take me upstairs, lay me down on the bed |
| Pull off the Fila shorts and start givin' me hizead |
| If I was boo I’d do the same |
| She must love it, She ain’t never complained |
| They’ll be moanin', kickin', a lot of screamin' |
| I work it so hard she starts steamin' |
| You know how it is after a couple of wooers |
| She was subject and I am the Ruler |
| She’s my freak y’all, but she’s no skeeza |
| One thing for sure, the girl’s always got that… |
| Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme |
| I had the hydroponic, Boy that shit was fine |
| I had two joints, One for me and my homie |
| After half the show, He didn’t even know me |
| His eyes were so tight, they were helluva red |
| He could barely hold them up, They were heavy as lead |
| An hour went by, He said Loc I’m kinda hungry |
| I said «Oh shit! |
| This brothers got the munchies!» |
| Got off my couch, put my Gucci’s on my feet |
| Went to the 7−11, it was right up the street |
| I ordered everythin' edible off the shelf |
| He thought it was shared, I ate it all myself |
| When we got back to the car, Headed north then south |
| I needed a drink I had a cotton mouth |
| We had so much food didn’t know where to start |
| At the Häagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts |
| Big bags of chips, gallons of dips |
| It took me weeks to get the taste of my lips |
| I ate so much miserable is how I felt |
| Almost busted out my pants had to loosen my belt |
| Kickin at the tube, watchin' none better than |
| You know the king of late night, Yeah Dave Letterman |
| Not too hilarious, jokes kinda plain |
| But everything is funny when you’re smoking Mary Jane… |
| Outro: |
| Mary Jane |
| Mary Jane |
| Yeah… Tell 'em 'bout it baby |
| I’m in love with Mary Jane |
| She’s my main thing |
| She makes me feel all right |
| She makes my heart sing |
| Mary Jane |