[Tone Loc] Don't get close {*2X*} Fire from the flame from the depths of hell When I grip the microphone I tend to rock well Burning like the rays that shoot from the sun The title taker back breaker, coolin to the maximum I get respect with the dollars, that I collect I'm livin large, in ma**ive charge, in full effect You say you're broke without knowin, who owes ya I do shows from here to Nova Scotia Rippin sh** up, tearin sh** up, and still chilling Friday night at the box I make a k**ing The individual, soloist, from the West coast And I'm advisin you s**ers, don't get close Don't get close {*4X*} I'm like steel... harder than a muh'f**er You mention Loc it's known, not just another s**er Creative mind think clear with no discretion Power of the brain made rap my total profession Demonstratin, as eyes, are vindicated You are relatin but later you said you hate it Like a cobra, I strike at any time And then it's over, as soon as I bust a rhyme You are silenced wonderin, "What's going on?" And then I chill, until the break of dawn Duellin, to maintain the West coast But I'm advisin you s**ers don't get close Don't get close {*4X*} My rhyme is like Boo-Yaa but it's not dope And I'm the type of MC to make all, lose, hope Never faded or close to being traded Check, some of the songs that I've created "I Got it Goin' On," "Cheeba," "Wild Thing," "On Fire" Got the rest of my pack to make a s**er retire Standin brave, the one true soldier You know it's whack, because Mike told ya And I'm pricin hard like Tyson Rhyme so sweet no need for no icing Strapped with the gauge and lyrics are the trigger When I perform the ego's gettin bigger and bigger A crowd rocker and I'm the one you chose And I'm advisin you s**ers don't get close (Don't get close) I ain't pullin no punches And if you get too close you might get yo' a** Knocked smooth the f** out (don't get close) I'm here the only one runnin things out of this camp And ain't nobody superior (don't get close) To this brother right here - and I'm gone, y'knahmsayin?