Next Episode Tone Lōc
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[Verse 1]
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
And 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, Lōc!"
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
[Verse 2]
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 def
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
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
And 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, Lōc!"
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
[Verse 2]
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 def
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
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