I Joke But I Don't Play

Damn, what's up with the sirens?
Oh, yeah
One, two, one, two
Is it live or is it Minarex?
I can't call it
Tone Loc is back at you again
What must you do?
What must you do?
Shit, cop a squat
Check out the man
I've been all over the world, only half a mile left
All the songs I performed, I'm still real def
With a lyrical bomb set off in the mid-range
The styles are kept on hand like spare change
People waited and waited for me to come back
Kick another high test run to a drum track
In '89, I'm broken, hit the mark
Put the album out, Loc'd out the dark
Never spoken, is your kind of sound familiar?
I had it going on with Wild, let me tell ya
Forced a man to break out with a new flow
The stage is set, so yo, let's start the show
Some people slept, but they really didn't know me
Was someone moaning and brother sold the sheet
I never talk about AKs or shotguns
But when you see, then you find that I've got one
This ain't a game, so please don't provoke me
You're strapped with a gat, then I'ma have to smoke thee
With no delay, I commence to spray 'cause I choke
But I don't play
And that's on the real
Stepping up and straight, get your cap peeled
Ain't nothing but OGs and straight dogs in the house
Westside, Shredside
And they just know what they say I'm saying, man
Mistakes never made and ganks never played
Soon as I grab the mic and walk, rather fade
To let the record release behind the rhyme, rhyme
And each and every line that I've designed
Sounds smooth when it's brought up in a mix, mix
You're like a junkie feigning for a fix
Searching round town and you finally found
What you're looking for, so look no more
I never play
So don't try to pull a fast one
Any mistake you make could be your last one
A one-way ticket to the dead zone, dead zone
Stepping in tone could surely get your head flown
You should have known that the man is not a myth
When I get low, do you know who you're fucking with?
You're stretched out while I'm cool, smoking a J
'Cause I choke, motherfucker, but I don't play
You know what I'm saying?
I'm talking on the real
All that old gangster shit y'all be talking about
We was doing that shit when we were dyke and shit
You know what I'm saying?
We talking about the real
Break it down for me, little fellas here
Oh yeah, I like that
Sound kind of funky
Come here, honey
How you doing?
Hey, can I touch this?
Well, get the fuck out of here for a minute, all right?
Suckers get choked, smoked, slapped and wrapped
In a bag that's zipped from the front, so what you want?
Right after rhyme, I reach your perfection
Styles may break, but the beat is the connection
Don't want no objection, songs in my collection
Rough like a ghetto, hard like an erection
When niggas speak to Tone, at any time
MCs could step to look with any rhyme
Yo, I'm flavored in yo, I provide with it
It got beef, yo, let's step outside with it
'Cause it's respect and misbehaving
Will only get your ass slammed on the pavement
This ain't a threat, just consider it a warning
Soon as you're ready to step, that's when I'm storming
In full effect with rhymes that'll snap your neck
So when you're dealing with Loc, you better come correct
You want a squad, we can do this right away
'Cause I choke, motherfucker, but I don't play
And that's on the real
91, We having big fun
But watch the controls of the shotgun, you know what I'm saying?
We ain't living like that unless we have to
Can you dig it?
But peace out
All I got to say is we did it again, huh?
Didn't think we could, huh?
But we slapped the shit out of y'all with a dangerous motherfucker
Ha ha
Don't do it to him, Loc
We surely did it
Oh yeah
I'll see y'all on the third album, huh?