TONE LOC - Hit The Coast lyrics

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And it is another hot day in Southern California

As we break it down to you live, as the sand band comes to ya

From the hot one

KSUN

The K-Sun

Where we got it going on all day and night

Looks like another hot one out there

Highs reaching 102, lows reaching 69

Women, put on those bikinis, and

Guys

Please, take off those speedos

As we break off into another one by the wild man himself

Mr. L-O-C

On station

K, S-U-N

Hmm

Yeah

I dig

Mmmhmmm

I bump the drums, the bass, the flute, the harmonica

All the way from Malibu to Santa Monica

Up to Long Beach

Back to Huntington

Take out my scope, so I can the honies run

Cause when I see one

I gotta have one

I won't nab one, reach out and grab one

I get 'em, close, and then I

Scan it

From the Pacific, all the way to the At-

Lantic

Put my locs on, top back, profilin'

Ridin'

From Florida to Long Island

And every place in between cause I'm a

Chiller

And like Michael Jackson, more than a

Thriller

I'm shinin' bright like a sun where the sea blocks

And runnin' thangs like a fresh pair of Reebox

When me and the homies

Get together for a roast

Yeah, we hit straight for the coast

Yeah

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School's out

No one thinking about the lesson

No more homework, ain't worried about your profession

You just wanna chill in the sun

Relax with a honey and have fun, fun, fun

I know a lot of y'all know exactly what I'm speakin'

Working hard all week long, just for the weekend

The boss is down your neck, no respect

The only reason I can stay

Is for the paycheck

And so, what the hay, cause it pays

But hell

Everybody needs a little raise

The harder you work, the less you get

The more you hold it in

The more you wanna talk

You just relax before somebody gets

Hurt

And find yourself gone out of work

You get strong

Think it matter your post

But if you need to relax, hey

Hit the coast

I dig

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Man, there's honies goin' up and down the coastline

My favorite spot is the Venice Shortline

Muscle Beach

Cause that's where they all chill

Hit the beaches

Or just go and stand still

One way or another

They're coming my way

Either on they bikes, on they feet, or they rollin' skates

I chill cause they know that I'm ready for 'em

And like Aretha Franklin, I'm a Rock Steady for 'em

And have plenty R-E-S-P-E-C-T

So that

L-O-C can get some L-O-V-E

From a honey tip with a money grip

Cause I ain't down for no funny

Yo Loc

You startin' to trip in here

Yo man

You know how I feel by the tan

So when you really need that rough that you don't roast

You know what to do, homie

Hit the coast

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