Loc'ed After Dark

Allow me to display if I may

I'm ready to start (So am I) Well, OK

I've been held back for several years

I had a few squabbles, never shedded no tears

But like an uzi on the mic they call me Tone Capone

Slangin' down with your posse if you're standin' alone

Cultivatin' all cities and tearin' up towns

I treat you like a king goin' for a rebound

When I'm on the mic, some say that I'm treacherous

They used to be the best - yeah, I bet you was

I never lost a battle, I ain't never been beat

Go look on the sharp tombstones on the street

Suckas like you try to diss with nerve

But I slay you down and lay you down next to the curb

Now I'm all in flesh, blindin' the one that stare

I drop you on the pavement, leave you parked in the rear

I don't need no protection so here's a little lesson

When I leave the house, insured my Smif-N-Wessun

A .357, cold bobbin' off 11

It puts you in hell, or it could place you up in heaven

You lookin' for trouble, then it's trouble I spark

But I'm tellin' you now, I get Loc'ed After Dark

[Chorus:]

Doin' it after dark

Doin' it at the park

Oh yeah, Loc gets hard

Oh yeah, [?] gets hard

Freaks never cease, just to say the least

I'll start mobbin' motherfuckers like a savage beast

I'm takin' my turn to make the mic burn

And when I'm teachin' class, there's a lesson to be learned

Now I battle posses and tribes alike

Never battle out of hate; I always battle for spite

Cold jealous of me, the Westside man

The leader of the brothers, and killer of the Klan

But I don't give a shit 'cause my rhyme is legit

Cold put you in the yard and tie you up with my pit

'Cause when she starts to bite, that's when I will ignite

The views of the party taken to new heights

I consider myself to be a part of the elite

Suave and debonaire because the rhyme is so sweet

Been causin' confusion, magician of illusion

You got a little, problem, here's a solution

A winner never quits and a quitter never wins

So why you just gamblin' with dubs and fiends?

Remember what I say, it sticks like Krazy Glue

I'm tellin' you now, I'm not afraid of you

Look up in my face, I'll tear your heart apart

And like I told you before, (what?) I get Loc'ed After Dark

[Chorus x2]

MC's, comin' out like thunder

I'll make you see why Stevie had to Wonder

Is he fiction or is he a myth?

Naw, it's just a dope rapper, you know Tone Smith

'Cause every time you hear my song your hands clap

The Chosen One, puttin' LA on the map

With no objection I plead my case

Tone Loc, full capacity, leavin' out of space

The ace contender will never surrender

When I rock a show you always remember

The one and only, superior to many

Me losin' a battle? Naw, I can't remember any

Although, in the days, I may have lost one

Who the hell am I kiddin', I ain't been outdone

'Cause I'm the best, and I live out West

And if you want a dope song, I'll play your request

It don't take much to make a crowd live

Just some Boots and some droids and a little bit of slide

I step on stage and clear my hair

My next start, hmm, just a knock-up dare

No uzi ... my voice from the start

But you never know (why?) 'cause I get Loc'ed After Dark

[Chorus x2]

Yo Wop, wussup, why don't you do me a little favor, man, why don't you

scratch my back for me? (dj scratches) Ohh yeah. Little bit over to the

left. (dj scratches) Aaight, aaight, move it up now. (dj scratches)

Yeah. Now a little bit down. (dj scratches) Now a little bit higher.

(dj scratches)

Little bit over to the left, yeahhhhh. Ill Wop's in the house.

We outta here. Yessss, hasta la negro.

[Chorus till fade]