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the step... (watch the step...)
On the funky-funky Westside... (Westside...)

It's a funky-funky Westside

[Chorus]

[Tone-Loc over chorus]
For
Mama really knocks me out
From Jo Dee Messina to funky cold medina
That's what its all about

It's hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust a move to a funky
with the cold shoulder 
Could you brush the dirt off for me, young soldier? 
And you can see in our eyes we high as fuck 
And you can tell by how were
The smoke-filled room make the suckers perspire
Don't get close, this cut is on fire

Can you dig it?
We gon' blow the house up in smoke
With the MC Tone Loc
could've used
Some funky cold medina (?)

I was really diggin' this show
I didn't know what to do
It kinda looked like I was hooked
Now I'm an addict
That girl, she's a party all-nighter,
A little "Funky Cold Medina," little "Strawberry Wine"-er,
That girl, she's a love gunslinger, neon j├Ągerbomb
That girl, she's a party, all nighter
Little 'Funky Cold Medina
Little 'Strawberry Winer
That girl, she's a love gone stringer
Me a year old bum
one thing led to an other
I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by a string
She
one thing led to an other
I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by a string
She
Rollin' down the street I saw this girl and she was pumpin'
I winked my eye she got into the ride went to a club was jumpin'
Introduce myself as Loc she
folks, I quote note for note
You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped with the kit that
Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me?  You better ask Superman
for his
Medina cold looking very hard
Next to the door came the yardman Scard
Into my crib to find the inchie at last
Kallie any crew with my boy Shabazz
Shake
Hey King Tee, since this beat is kinda rockin'
I'ma let you rap and get the suckers cold clockin'
So yo loc', hear the beat I'm displayin'
(Yep)
But
up everybody 
We came here to party, so get up everybody 

Well my name is J-Ro I came to rock the world
And my name is Lil Tone I got all
house one thing led to an other

I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by
one thing led to an other
I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by a string
She
house one thing led to an other

I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by
house one thing led to an other

I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by
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The type of homie you can depend on
When some shit got crazy or relict went dead wrong
Respected by G's, lil' locs and ghetto queens
Stripes
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The type of homie you can depend on
When some shit got crazy or relict went dead wrong
Respected by G's, lil' locs and ghetto queens
Stripes
note for note
You mind float on the rhyme on I wrote (what? )
And does the wild thing, like my boy tone loc
It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole
a vortex without a bitch or a Lex
I get more affection
Payin' no attention cause I learned my lesson
Cold hearted bitterness so I never sweat them (last
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose
and watch your ass melt

In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop