Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit the Coast , by - Tone Loc. Release date: 19.08.1993
Song language: English
Hit the Coast |
| And it is another hot day in Southern California |
| As we break it down to you live, as the sand band comes to ya |
| From the hot one |
| KSUN |
| The K-Sun |
| Where we got it going on all day and night |
| Looks like another hot one out there |
| Highs reaching 102, lows reaching 69 |
| Women, put on those bikinis, and |
| Guys |
| Please, take off those speedos |
| As we break off into another one by the wild man himself |
| Mr. L-O-C |
| On station |
| K, S-U-N |
| Hmm |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Mmmhmmm |
| I bump the drums, the bass, the flute, the harmonica |
| All the way from Malibu to Santa Monica |
| Up to Long Beach |
| Back to Huntington |
| Take out my scope, so I can the honies run |
| Cause when I see one |
| I gotta have one |
| I won’t nab one, reach out and grab one |
| I get 'em, close, and then I |
| Scan it |
| From the Pacific, all the way to the At- |
| Lantic |
| Put my locs on, top back, profilin' |
| Ridin' |
| From Florida to Long Island |
| And every place in between cause I’m a |
| Chiller |
| And like Michael Jackson, more than a |
| Thriller |
| I’m shinin' bright like a sun where the sea blocks |
| And runnin' thangs like a fresh pair of Reebox |
| When me and the homies |
| Get together for a roast |
| Yeah, we hit straight for the coast |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| School’s out |
| No one thinking about the lesson |
| No more homework, ain’t worried about your profession |
| You just wanna chill in the sun |
| Relax with a honey and have fun, fun, fun |
| I know a lot of y’all know exactly what I’m speakin' |
| Working hard all week long, just for the weekend |
| The boss is down your neck, no respect |
| The only reason I can stay |
| Is for the paycheck |
| And so, what the hay, cause it pays |
| But hell |
| Everybody needs a little raise |
| The harder you work, the less you get |
| The more you hold it in |
| The more you wanna talk |
| You just relax before somebody gets |
| Hurt |
| And find yourself gone out of work |
| You get strong |
| Think it matter your post |
| But if you need to relax, hey |
| Hit the coast |
| I dig |
| Yeah, heh he |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Man, there’s honies goin' up and down the coastline |
| My favorite spot is the Venice Shortline |
| Muscle Beach |
| Cause that’s where they all chill |
| Hit the beaches |
| Or just go and stand still |
| One way or another |
| They’re coming my way |
| Either on they bikes, on they feet, or they rollin' skates |
| I chill cause they know that I’m ready for 'em |
| And like Aretha Franklin, I’m a Rock Steady for 'em |
| And have plenty R-E-S-P-E-C-T |
| So that |
| L-O-C can get some L-O-V-E |
| From a honey tip with a money grip |
| Cause I ain’t down for no funny |
| Yo Loc |
| You startin' to trip in here |
| Yo man |
| You know how I feel by the tan |
| So when you really need that rough that you don’t roast |
| You know what to do, homie |
| Hit the coast |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig |
| Yeah |
| I dig (I dig…) |