Tone Loc - On Fire Lyrics
This jam I created will leave you devastatedAnd when I'm finished rockin you will appreciate itThe structure of this rhyme will reign supremeTo have a cut like this is a MC's dreamYou first heard this cut, you thought it was irreceptibleNow you're groovin to it, that makes it acceptableParty people, listen to my wordThe note on the door said 'do not disturb'While I create the jam to take you little bit higherDon't get close, this cut is on fireCausin much damage like a nuclear warYou know what time it is, I'm always reachin for moreTo turn the party out my rhymes are always suitableConsidered very healthy like a sauna, therapeuticalOwner of the mic, yeah, L-o-cNever spent a day in college, got many degreesNot fully educated but dedicatedUntil this jam I was extremely underratedNow I'm rockin parties from sea to seaTalkin 'bout everything from a to zSome say my style is laxadasicalNow you hear the music and you say, "That's the way to go"A show, a gig, it has signs to picketNow I'm rockin stronger and you want free ticketsYou once-a-month rapper, you're weak and you've shown itDon't waste my time, I need an opponentNot only will I dog you but I make you retireDon't get close, this cut is on fireLast time you heard my voice you claimed it was obnoxiousYour foot started tappin, it was in your self-conscienceI know it's hard to believe a million soldEverytime I start bustin, you lose controlMy verbal coalition is a little outrageousLike a plague my rap is contagiousCausin much grief, no sympathy for painHard beats and fresh lyrics is what I attainYou can take this brand new style of hip-hopCold put it at the bottom, it will reach the topBecause the rhyme is so def, you stand in amazementTime's up, I got another engagementRhymes never empty, I keep them replenishedThe crowd skeezer-teaser until they're finishedSmoke from the cut, you better put on your glassesGuaranteed to knock you all on your assesAnd ashes to ashes, and dust to dustLike on the back of the dollar it says 'In God We Trust'The smoke-filled room make the suckers perspireDon't get close, this cut is on fireCan you dig it?We gon' blow the house up in smokeWith the MC Tone LocYou guessed it, babyI was born and raised on the West CoastTone-Loc, the master, the hostThe O.G. town I representWell, I'm the mayor, governor and presidentL.A. - where it's sunny all yearThe first city to bust the Fila gearL.A. [Name] Sergio TacchiniVenice Beach, home of the fit bikiniFrom Compton, Watts to PasadenaIf you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanorThe town to astound, city by the shoreOur posse's in the house and we're coolin hardcoreYou never seen a MC with such style and finesseWearin hella silk shirts and pants by GuessYou can search the universe, but you never will findAnother MC with a style like mineCause if you do, we'll battle to hellAnd your head'll be cracked like the Liberty BellLike a sculpture and a statue I'm pittoresqueHardcore lover, rhymer with the beat that's defYo, don't worry, cause I be backYou won't look at the bottom, be at the top of the stackBelieve what I say, I'm not known as a liarDon't get close, this cut is on fireAnd you know that'89 is mineAny MC like this you will find hard to findYou know what I'm sayin?I'm 'bout to check outta hereTone-LocRemember that, aight?It's time for the wild thingSee ya laterI'm gone
