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TONE LOC lyrics : "Cheeba Cheeba"

When I get to a party, To get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted,
I Go behind tha curtains while my fanz just point

You know what I was doin', I'm blazin a joint
Cause it seems a lot of times, I'm at my best
After some Indica or a bowl of Sens.

I'm creatin', multiplyin', big time supplyin'
Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
I might get ill, roll an 8th of one hooter

Park my Benz and go jetting on my scooter
Bail to tha coast, take a hell of a stone
Twist up a big bobber of serious dope

Smoke it down to tha nub use my roach clip
So much damn resin it's startin' to drip
It ain't harmful like !@(%, this stuff's so cheaper

That's why I'm glad home boy that I got this...

Man, Don't cha hate it when you ain't go no weed
It seems about the time you really ya need
To get high, get full, you know get blasted

You be singin', that high it really lasted
Rollin' around tryin' not to get popped
By tha boyz, tha pigs the rogues, the cops

Pull enough in one spot to see what they're all about
Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they're all out
You go back to tha crib, Pick up the telephone

You tried everybody, so I guess you'll call Tone
Cause I can buy it oz. or go buy dime
I can pay cash for it, or I can get it on time

It really makes no difference long as I get lit
Roll it in my Zig Zag or take a big bong hit
Cause after tha bud, My rhymes start flowin'

Never gettin' shorter uh uh, The always knowin'
I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin'
No need for you to keep on askin'

If It is it, If tha %#@! is tha %#@!
Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba
You know my %#@! is legit

Your tha student, And I'm tha teacher
I'm not a minister, Reverend or Preacher
So excuse me while I call time

Cause I'm gonna take a few hitz
In tha middle of this rhyme...

One day I was coolin' with my homeboy seal, chill
Gettin' $#&@ed up in his coupe de ville, still

I wasn't to high to know what I was doin'
Went to tha store copped some more brew and
Came back to tha car, Try'd to be a winner

Rolled up all my roaches, they bearly made a Pinner (Pin)
I wasn't upset I had more at tha house
I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse

Cause when we're together, blazin' tha cheeba
She does things to me, you simply can't believe her
I'm not talkin' kinky or nothin' obscene

But it's not far off if you know what I mean
She'll take me upstairs, lay me down on the bed
Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head)

If I'm the boo, yo, I'd do tha same
She must love it, She ain't never complained
They'll be moanin', kickin' a lot of screamin'

I work it so hard and she starts steamin'
You know how it is after a couple of wooers
She's the subject and I am tha Ruler

She's my freak y'all, but she's no skeezer
One thing for sure, Tha girl's always got that...

Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme
I had the hydroponic bud, and I was fine

I had two joints, One for me and my homie
After half tha stoke, He didn't even know me
His eyes were so tight, they hell over red

He could bearly hold them up, They where heavy as lead
An hour went by, He said Loc I'm kinda hungry
I said aw %#@!! This brothers got tha munchies
Got off my couch, put my Gucci's on my feet
Went to Seven Eleven it was right on tha street

I ordered everythin' edible off tha shelf
He thought it was sad, I ate it all myself
When we got into to tha car, Headed north then south
Just needed a drink, I had a cotton mouth
We had so much food didn't know where to start

After Hagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts
Big bags of chips, gallons of dip
Took me a week to get tha taste off my lips
I ate so much, miserable is how I felt
Almost busted out my pants, had to loosen my belt

Kickin at the tube, wathin' none better than
You know tha king of late night, me and Dave Letterman
Not too hilarious, jokes kinda plain
But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary Jane...

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