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[Tone Loc] |
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And it is another hot day in Southern California |
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As we break it down to you live, as the sand band comes to ya |
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From the hot one |
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KSUN |
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The K-Sun |
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Where we got it going on all day and night |
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Looks like another hot one out there |
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Highs reaching 102, lows reaching 69 |
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Women, put on those bikinis, and |
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Guys |
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Please, take off those speedos |
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As we break off into another one by the wild man himself |
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Mr. L-O-C |
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On station |
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K, S-U-N |
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{*song starts*} |
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Hmm |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Mmmhmmm |
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(Verse 1) |
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I bump the drums, the bass, the flute, the harmonica |
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All the way from Malibu to Santa Monica |
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Up to Long Beach |
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Back to Huntington |
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Take out my scope, so I can the honies run |
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Cause when I see one |
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I gotta have one |
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I won't nab one, reach out and grab one |
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I get 'em, close, and then I |
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Scan it |
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From the Pacific, all the way to the At- |
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Lantic |
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Put my locs on, top back, profilin' |
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Ridin' |
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From Florida to Long Island |
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And every place in between cause I'm a |
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Chiller |
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And like Michael Jackson, more than a |
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Thriller |
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I'm shinin' bright like a sun where the sea blocks |
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And runnin' thangs like a fresh pair of Reebox |
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When me and the homies |
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Get together for a roast |
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Yeah, we hit straight for the coast |
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[Tone Loc] |
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Yeah |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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(Verse 2) |
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School's out |
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No one thinking about the lesson |
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No more homework, ain't worried about your profession |
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You just wanna chill in the sun |
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Relax with a honey and have fun, fun, fun |
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I know a lot of y'all know exactly what I'm speakin' |
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Working hard all week long, just for the weekend |
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The boss is down your neck, no respect |
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The only reason I can stay |
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Is for the paycheck |
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And so, what the hay, cause it pays |
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But hell |
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Everybody needs a little raise |
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The harder you work, the less you get |
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The more you hold it in |
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The more you wanna talk [{*shit*}] |
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You just relax before somebody gets |
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Hurt |
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And find yourself gone out of work |
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You get strong |
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Think it matter your post |
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But if you need to relax, hey |
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Hit the coast |
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[Tone Loc] |
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I dig |
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Yeah, heh he |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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(Verse 3) |
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[Tone] Man, there's honies goin' up and down the coastline |
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My favorite spot is the Venice Shortline |
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Muscle Beach |
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Cause that's where they all chill |
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Hit the beaches |
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Or just go and stand still |
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One way or another |
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They're coming my way |
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Either on they bikes, on they feet, or they rollin' skates |
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I chill cause they know that I'm ready for 'em |
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And like Aretha Franklin, I'm a Rock Steady for 'em |
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And have plenty R-E-S-P-E-C-T |
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So that |
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L-O-C can get some L-O-V-E |
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From a honey tip with a money grip |
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Cause I ain't down for no funny [{*shit*}] |
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[Notch] Yo Loc |
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You startin' to trip in here |
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[Tone] Yo man |
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You know how I feel by the tan |
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So when you really need that rough that you don't roast |
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You know what to do, homie |
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Hit the coast |
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[Tone Loc] |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig |
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Yeah |
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I dig (I dig...) |
