I Got It Goin' On

I got it, goin' on, I'm here to tell you I know I'm makin' records but I'm not here to sell ya The proof is in the pudding when I start to quote On the stupid dope rhymes that I just wrote When I wake up in the morn, look in the mirror See my face, sexy brown like syrup Goin' to the closet and select my gear Silver suit and tie or maybe some Fila wear Head to the limo that's parked outside Makin' money in the back while I'm sayin' this rhyme Make you thought it was weak, didn't know I was strong I hate to disappoint ya, I got it goin' on Tone Lōc, MC of the future Sayin' rhymes and lines guaranteed to suit ya The author, the writer and the editor Sucka rappers sprayin' no ads at this competitor Not knockin' no knocks, jockin' no jocks Sayin' precious lines to make the women all flock to The lover, fighter, a gracious host Chillin' most from coast to coast Not causin' no static, I'm just a rap addict And when I'm on the mic, all the busters panic I told you I was def, you thought I haven't, didn't Didn't know I was the one the crowd recommended Rollin' like precision, it's your decision Or if you wanna chill, kick back and listen I'm not tellin' no stories, or singin' no song But in case you forgot, I got it goin' on I make ice melt and water freeze I'm the baddest mother (uh!) on the seven seas Like a wizard in a blizzard, I preform and it's warm In a hurricane, earthquake and thunderstorm Not mistakin' or fakin', I'm right up front And if you see it ain't peakin', I'm the one you want Always chill, nothing less than spectacular Lōc's on the mic with vivacious vernacular Servin' and curvin' all the ones in my way Yeah, lippin' and pimpin', 'cause I live in L.A Sunny Cal, that's where the players chill But no need to talk, 'cause you know the deal Turn up the volume on the speaker Because my rhymes are gettin' stronger As the others are gettin' weaker Hell yeah, I'm right, I could never be wrong And in case you forgot, I got it goin' on We gon' keep on rockin' straight to the end So won't you be like Alpha-Beta, and tell a friend Under any circumstances, I rock all your pants's Make girlies hot like Harlequin Romance Make the stuff I'm out, in the middle of night So I can have a little longer just to rock the mic You know the party don't stop 'til the Tone arrive Because the set is there, and Lōc is so live The truth is what I'm tellin' you, you best believe it I'm convinced, and already can see it Just kill, get stupid, let the beat commence Stampede like the raiders, exceed with excellence I'm the hip hop king, when I'm doing my thing Known as the player, but it ain't no thing I got bass outside, so Imma say so long I hate to disappoint ya, I got it goin' on For real, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah Giz-ah, giz-oh, giz-oo But first, M1 Tell 'em the flavor, please? Cut it up!