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When I come into the party, I look around

Schedule a level on the mic, so I can throw down

Clear my throat with the slightest cough, uh-uh

Before you know it, the party takes off

Hard beat like this, to keep you movin' and stride

It's the way I'm takin' over, makin' parties alive

Then, I leave the stage, you know it's time to go

Then, they pat me on the back and say, "Way to rock it, Loc!"

Wipe the sweat off my head, pop a squat on my butt

Wouldn't you know it? The crowd want's another cut

Start makin' my way, before my mic gets cold

Now, you heard it, onto the next episode (episode)

Now, I got up on-stage, busted up a pose

I fodder all the fellas, gave the ladies a rose

Said a few lines that was so damn deaf

There was a battle in Seattle, wouldn't've needed a ref

Cop a hit when I land, make the money I spent

And if your girlies don't want it, I give it to the fan

The fiction I'll be kickin' of my invention

When it comes to sayin' souls, no competition

MC's out there, always braggin', and boastin'

Climbin' up here, while I'm cruisin' and coastin'

Takin' my lot, now, you call it a quote

Kill that noise, onto the next episode

(Hey) you know what I'm sayin'?

Catch you in the next edition, baby (hey)

Check this out!

My shin bolstered naked to my ankle bone

Just like my mixer's connected to my microphone

Just like the old man gave a dog a bone

So, call me "Loc", but you can call me, "Tone"

Now, I like to interpret most rhymes that I write

Never leave 'em layin' around, for a sucker to bite

When I hear the music, can't wait to hit the studio

Come up with somethin' fresh to get through to you

Put it on wax, ship it to the store

Wait for them to run out, then, they order some more

It only take a few days, before the market gets cold

Sold out, onto the next episode

You know it, yeah

Catch it in the next edition, baby

Give me a ball, and I'll hoop it, 'cause, I get stupid

Draw the arrow back, and I shoot it, like cupid

Increasin' and preasin', the crowd, I'm pleasin'

Hock-to, excuse me for my sneezin'

I'm always with it, while you're just grinnin'

Talk behind my back about the money I'm spendin'

But you're just nosy, ring around the rosie

Tellin' my business, you feel cozy

Like Jesse Jackson, fight for action

Keep you all in traction, with satisfaction

The music is bold, that's why it's sold

I'm Tone, onto the next episode

You know it (ah)

You know what I'm sayin'?

'88 is great, but uh, '89 is mine

It's not filled with laughter, in this here chapter

You wanna do it, you have to wait 'til after the master get's loose, I'm so rambunctious

Just the way my mind and body functions

Inflictin' much terror, in this era

You better get your girl away, before I scare her

I'm not a mark, a punk, or buster that's soft

I get loose as a goose, 'cause, I'm a hip hop art

Treat rappers like a field, and I'ma plow

Even got a cat that does the chow-chow-chow

Just dancin', and prancin', 22 years old

Close the book, end of this episode (episode)

Can you savor that flavor?

Onto the next episode

It's no cold, know what I'm sayin'?

Tone-Loc in full effect

Goin' solo on your back, and I'm outta here

As-salamu alaykum