Tone‐Lōc - Next Episode Lyrics

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, loc!"
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 butt gets cold
Now you heard it, onto the next episode

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
MC's out there, always braggin' and boastin'
Climbin' up here
While I'm cruisin' and coastin'
Takin' my lot, now you call it a quote
Kill that noise, onto the next episode

You know what I'm sayin?
Catch you in the mexicans, baby
Check this out

My shin bolstered naked to my ankle bone
Just like my mixer's connected
To my microphone
Just like the old man gave a dog a bone
So call me Loc, but you can call me Tone
Now I like to interpret most
Rhymes that I write
Never leave 'em layin' around for
A sucker to bite when I hear the music
Can't wait to hit the studio
Come up with somethin' fresh to
Get through to ya
Put it on wax, ship it to the store
Wait for them to run out
Then they order some more
It' only take a few days
Before the market gets cold
Sold out, onto the next episode

You know it, yeah
Catch it in the next edition, baby

Give me a ball and I'll hoop it
'cause I get stupid draw the arrow back
And I shoot it like cupid
Increasin' and preasin'
The crowd I'm pleasin'
Hock-to, excuse me for my sneezin'
I'm always with it, while you'll just grit it
Talk behind my back about
The money I'm spendin'
But you're just nosy, ring around the rosie
Tellin' my business, you feel cozy
Like Jesse Jackson, fight for action
Keep you all in traction, with satisfaction
The music is bold, that's why it's sold
I'm Tone, onto the next episode

You know it you know what I'm sayin'?
'88 is great, but uh, '89 is mine

It's not filled with laughter
In this here chapter
You wanna do it, you have to wait 'til after
The master get's loose, I'm so rambunctious
Just the way my mind, and my body functions
Inflictin' much terror, in this era
You better get your girl away
Before I scare her
I'm not a mark, a punk, or buster that's soft
I get loose as a goose
'cause I'm a hip hop art
Treat rappers like a field, and Imma plow
Even got a cat that does the chow-chow-chow
Just dancin' and prancin', 22 years old
Close the book, end of this episode

Can you savor that flavor?
Onto the next episode
It's no cold, know what I'm sayin'?
Tone Loc in full effect
Goin' solo on your back, and I'm outta here
As-salamu alaykum