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    Текст песни Tone Loc - Cheeba Cheeba

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    When I get to a party To get it started
    I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
    Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
    You know what Loc's doin' I'm blazin a joint
    Cause it seems a lot of times I'm at my best
    After some methical or a bowl of sense.
    I'm creatin' multiplyin' big time supplyin'
    Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
    I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter
    Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter
    Bail to tha coast, take a head of this Skunk
    Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope
    Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip
    So much damn resin it's startin' to drip
    It ain't harmful like heroin, this stuff's cheap
    That's why I'm glad that I got this......
    CHORUS

    Man, Don't cha hate it when you ain't go no weed
    It seems about tha time you really feel tha need
    To get high, get full, you know get blasted
    Keep ya singin' tha high it really lasted
    Rollin' around tryin' not to get stopped
    By tha boyz tha pigs you know tha cops
    Pull into 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 tha telephone
    You try it so I guess they saw you got home
    Cause I can buy it O.Z. or go buy dime
    I get cash for her I can get it on time
    It really makes no difference long as I get lit
    Roll it in my Zig Zag take a big bone hit
    Cause after tha bud, My rhymes start flowin'
    Never gettin' short of uh uh, The always knowin'
    I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin'
    No need for you to keep on askin'
    If tha It is tha It, If tha Shit is tha Shit
    Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba
    You know my shit is legit
    Your tha student, And I'm tha teacher
    I'm not a minister, Reverent or Preacher
    So excuse me while I call time
    Cause I'm gonna take a few hitz
    in tha middle of this rhyme.....
    CHORUS

    One day I was coolin' with my homeboy seal, chill
    Gettin' fucked up in his coupe de ville, still
    I wasn't to high to know what I was doin'
    Went to tha store and got some more brew in
    Came back to tha car, Try'd to be a winner
    Rolled up all my roaches, they bearly made a Pinna (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 that you wouldn't believe
    I'm not talkin' freaky or nothin' obscene
    But it's not far off if you know what I mean
    She'll take me upstairs, lay me down on tha bed
    Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head)
    If I was boo 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 she starts steamin'
    You know how it is after a couple of wooers
    She was subject and I am tha Ruler
    She's my freak y'all, but she's no skeeza
    One thing for sure, Tha girl's always got that.....
    CHORUS

    Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme
    I had some hydroponic, Boy that shit was fine
    I had two joints, One for me and my homie
    After half tha show, He didn't even know me
    His eyes were tight, they turned 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 oh shit! This brothers got tha munchies
    Got off my couch, put my Gucci's on my feet
    Went to tha Seven Eleven at tha top of tha street
    I ordered everythin' edible off tha shelf
    He thought it was sad, I ate it all myself
    When we got back to tha car, Headed north then south
    I needed a drink I had a cotton mouth
    We had so much food didn't know where to start
    At tha Hagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts
    Big bags of chips, gallons of dips
    It took me weeks to get tha taste of 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, Yeah Dave Letterman
    Not to hilarious jokes kinda plain
    But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary Jane.....
    CHORUS
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