Tone Loc - Funky Westside lyrics

(Aw yeah, huh) [Tone-Loc:] (UH!) One-two, one-two... Oh my God! Tone-Loc, where you been? Oh, he back in the studio! HO-OH-oh-oh [laughs] ... Ohhh shhhit... It's a miracle... Hey, hey, whatcha gotta do, whatcha gotta do... Check it out, holmes... [Tone-Loc imitates a Jamaican rasta:] 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... [Verse 1:] 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 tardy 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-a** Westside To the funky-a** Westside (Westside, Westside...) [Hook - Kenyatta:] Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Na-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahh C'mon! Lemme hear you say Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Na-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhh [Verse 2:] 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 [Hook - Kenyatta:] Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Na-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahh C'mon! Lemme hear you say Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Na-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhh [Tone-Loc over Hook:] For the O.G.s' and dawgs, know what I'm sayin'? Fo' the insanes... to all the rocks To all the Locs'... [Kenyatta:] 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 [Verse 3:] 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-a** Westside (Westside, Westside...) [Hook - Kenyatta:] Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Na-na-na-naaa-ahhha-aahh C'mon! Lemme hear you say Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Na-na-naa-naaahh-ahhhh