Lyrics
One two, one two
Oh my god, Tone Loc, where've you been?
Oh, he's back in the studio, oh shit
It's a miracle, hey hey
What you gotta do, what you gotta do
Check it out, huh
Boom, boom
Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for me to introduce to you
The grandmaster, the MC, the host from coast to coast
The grand wizard, the man, the myth
Tone Smith, more perfectly known as Tone Loc
Yo Loco, I want you to rip it up for 'em, man
Tell 'em what it's all about
Rip it away from all the bloodclots
And do it for the West Side
I do believe the year was 1966
A young brother was brought up in the mix
And ever since that day, he was born
Like a mother from a baby, he could never be torn
From the neighborhood that taught him so much
How to hustle and chill, and survive in the clutch
And if you didn't know, I'm talkin' 'bout the best side
Where the tribe resides on the West Side
This ain't Bed-Stuy, but it's like do or die
Contemplating suicide in a ride-by
Homicide, and then it's over
No rabbits for the four-leaf clover
Everything is everything, just mind your business
And when I handle mine, I leave no witness
So when you walkin', aim straight and keep going
The rhymes are comin' and the tribe is still flowin'
Four deep in a G-ride
Tryin' to make it, to the funky ass West Side
To the funky ass West Side
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
Come on, come on let me hear you say
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
I remember the days, as a teenager
Before the hypeness, of a Skypager
It was "Happy Days," "Now Who's the Boss?"
Instead of the shuffle, we was doin' the La Cross
And it was easy to catch a girl solo
Bust out the gigolo, or show the polo
Before you know it, we was cold freakin'
Big grindin', dancin' cheek to cheek and
Steal a kiss, and you know I'm all excited
To the point where I can't even hide it
And what you know, someone stepped on my shoe
And why they do that? I done had too many brews
I tried real hard to stay cool and calm
He didn't say 'excuse me' so I had to bomb him
Lookin' at his wounds, I was on the upset side
You better watch your step, on the funky funky West Side
It's the funky funky West Side
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
Come on, come on let me hear you say
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
For the OG's and dogs, you know what I'm sayin'
To all the insanes, to all the rocks, to all the locs
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shot the sheriff
Yeah I did
But I did not shoot no deputy
Nah, I ain't even talk to him
I said I shot the sheriff
Yeah I shot him
But I did not shoot no deputy
Shouldn't have done it
Illusions of the world and my mind begins to twirl
Thinkin' 'bout a wife, a little boy and a girl
You can do this when your pockets are fat, not skinny
And at this point in time, I ain't makin' a penny
Hard times and then, so I gotta get my slang on
Back in the Ave, where I used to get my bang on
Homies all around me still pullin' licks
Ain't worried 'bout a thing from Officer Dick
Yo, they gettin' theirs, so I gotta get mine
Knowin' damn well the risk of doin' time
To run the city, was the master plan
Yo, I rep the Ave's that block the streets like a diaphragm
Times have changed, but I still scrap for mine
That's how I'm livin' on the West Side
That's how I'm livin' on the West Side
Livin' on the West Side
To the funky ass West Side
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
Come on, come on let me hear you say
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
Oh my god, Tone Loc, where've you been?
Oh, he's back in the studio, oh shit
It's a miracle, hey hey
What you gotta do, what you gotta do
Check it out, huh
Boom, boom
Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for me to introduce to you
The grandmaster, the MC, the host from coast to coast
The grand wizard, the man, the myth
Tone Smith, more perfectly known as Tone Loc
Yo Loco, I want you to rip it up for 'em, man
Tell 'em what it's all about
Rip it away from all the bloodclots
And do it for the West Side
I do believe the year was 1966
A young brother was brought up in the mix
And ever since that day, he was born
Like a mother from a baby, he could never be torn
From the neighborhood that taught him so much
How to hustle and chill, and survive in the clutch
And if you didn't know, I'm talkin' 'bout the best side
Where the tribe resides on the West Side
This ain't Bed-Stuy, but it's like do or die
Contemplating suicide in a ride-by
Homicide, and then it's over
No rabbits for the four-leaf clover
Everything is everything, just mind your business
And when I handle mine, I leave no witness
So when you walkin', aim straight and keep going
The rhymes are comin' and the tribe is still flowin'
Four deep in a G-ride
Tryin' to make it, to the funky ass West Side
To the funky ass West Side
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
Come on, come on let me hear you say
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
I remember the days, as a teenager
Before the hypeness, of a Skypager
It was "Happy Days," "Now Who's the Boss?"
Instead of the shuffle, we was doin' the La Cross
And it was easy to catch a girl solo
Bust out the gigolo, or show the polo
Before you know it, we was cold freakin'
Big grindin', dancin' cheek to cheek and
Steal a kiss, and you know I'm all excited
To the point where I can't even hide it
And what you know, someone stepped on my shoe
And why they do that? I done had too many brews
I tried real hard to stay cool and calm
He didn't say 'excuse me' so I had to bomb him
Lookin' at his wounds, I was on the upset side
You better watch your step, on the funky funky West Side
It's the funky funky West Side
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
Come on, come on let me hear you say
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
For the OG's and dogs, you know what I'm sayin'
To all the insanes, to all the rocks, to all the locs
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I shot the sheriff
Yeah I did
But I did not shoot no deputy
Nah, I ain't even talk to him
I said I shot the sheriff
Yeah I shot him
But I did not shoot no deputy
Shouldn't have done it
Illusions of the world and my mind begins to twirl
Thinkin' 'bout a wife, a little boy and a girl
You can do this when your pockets are fat, not skinny
And at this point in time, I ain't makin' a penny
Hard times and then, so I gotta get my slang on
Back in the Ave, where I used to get my bang on
Homies all around me still pullin' licks
Ain't worried 'bout a thing from Officer Dick
Yo, they gettin' theirs, so I gotta get mine
Knowin' damn well the risk of doin' time
To run the city, was the master plan
Yo, I rep the Ave's that block the streets like a diaphragm
Times have changed, but I still scrap for mine
That's how I'm livin' on the West Side
That's how I'm livin' on the West Side
Livin' on the West Side
To the funky ass West Side
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah
Come on, come on let me hear you say
Naaaaaaaah, na-na-na, na-aah