Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funky Westside, artist - Tone-Loc. Album song Cool Hand Loc, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Funky Westside |
Oh my God! |
Tone-Loc, where you been? |
Oh, he back in the studio! |
HO-OH-oh-oh |
.Ohhh shhhit… 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 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 it’s all a-bout…rip it away from bloodclots… |
And do it for the westsyyyyde… |
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 taught him so much |
I’da hustle and chill, and surviving the clutch… |
And if you didn’t know, I’m talkin' 'bout the best side |
Where the tribe reside on that Westside |
This ain’t Bed-Stuy, but it’s like «Do or Die» |
Contemplatin' suicide to ride by |
Homicides, and then it’s 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 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 Westside |
To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside…) |
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
Na-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahh |
C’mon! |
Lemme hear you say |
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
Na-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhh |
III remember the dayys, as a tee-ager |
Before the hypeness, of a sky-pager… |
It was +Happy Days,+ now +Who's 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 I’m all excited! |
Until the point where I can’t 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 didn’t 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…) |
It’s a funky-funky Westside |
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, NOOOOOOOO |
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 ain’t 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 |
Ain’t 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) |
That’s how I’m livin' on the Westside |
That’s how I’m livin' on the Westside (Westside) |
On the West… side |
To the funky-ass Westside (Westside, Westside…) |