Don't Get Close Lyrics - Loc-ed After Dark - Tone Loc

Don't get close [x2] 

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 massive charge, in full effect 

You say you're broke without knowin, who owes ya 

I do shows from here to Nova Scotia 

Rippin shit up, tearin shit up, and still chilling 

Friday night at the box I make a killing 

The individual, soloist, from the West coast 

And I'm advisin you suckers, don't get close 

Don't get close [x4] 

I'm like steel... harder than a muh'fucker 

You mention Loc it's known, not just another sucker 

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 suckers don't get close 

Don't get close [x4] 

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 sucker 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 suckers don't get close 

(Don't get close) I ain't pullin no punches 

And if you get too close you might get yo' ass 

Knocked smooth the fuck 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?