Chords for Tone Loc - Loc'ed After Dark
Tempo:
97.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
B
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[G]
[D]
[Gm] [G]
[D] [G] I never lost a battle, I ain't never been beat.
Rolled look on the shore, tombstones on the street.
Suckers like you would try to diss with none.
But I slay it down, I lay it down [D] next to the gun.
Not [G] only fresh mime, it do what it stand.
I drop you on the pavement, leave this parking in red.
I don't need no protection, [B] so here's a little lesson.
When I leave the house, it's [D] sure I must pay the wesson.
A [G] 357, come pop a North 11.
It put you in hell, or it can place you up in heaven.
You looking for trouble, then it's trouble I spot.
But I'm telling you now,
[D] I get [G] low, get low, get low.
At the block, at the [D] block.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm a dog, I'm a dog.
I'm a beast, I'm ever sweet, just to say the least.
I start mobbing motherfuckers like a [D] savvy beast.
[G] I'm taking my turn to make the mic burn.
And when I'm teaching class, there's a lesson to be learned.
Know why I battle?
My stride's all light.
Never battle out of hate, the only [D] battle for [G] spot.
Coachella's up, me the west side man.
The leader of the brothers, and killer of the clan.
Girl, I don't give a shit, cause my rhyme legit.
Cold pressure in the yard, and tie you [D] up with my pick.
Cause [G] when she starts to bite, that's when I will ignite.
The views up, the party ticket to the new heights.
I set up myself, to be a part of the elite.
Suave and dominant, because the rhyme is so sweet.
Bit caught in confusion, magician of illusion.
You got a little [A] problem?
Here's the [G] solution.
The winner never puts in, the quitter never wins.
So why you just gambling with [D] doves and phasers?
[G] Remember what I say, it sticks like crazy glue.
I'm telling you now, I'm not afraid of you.
Look up at my face, I'll tell you hard I'll park.
And like I told you before, [D] I get low after [G] dark.
[B]
I'm [G] doing it after dark, after morning.
Oh yeah, [C] kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm doing it after dark, [G]
after [D] morning.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard.
[F] MC's coming out like thunder.
I make you [G] see, while Stevie had to wonder.
Is he fiction or is he a myth?
No, it's just a dope rapper, you know, Tone Smith.
Cause every time you hear my song, your hands clap.
The chosen one, putting LA on the map.
With no objection, I'll plead my case.
Tone low, full capacity, leave no space.
I ace contender, will never surrender.
When I rock a show, you [Dm] always [G] remember.
The one and only, superior to many.
Me losing a battle?
No, I can't mimic any.
Although in the days, I may have lost one.
Who in the hell am I kidding?
I ain't [Gm] been outdone, cause I'm the best.
And I live by work.
And if you want a dope song, I'll play you.
It don't [C] take much to make a crowd live.
Just some Uzi, some Orange, and a [D] little bit of slot.
I step [G] on stage, and clear my head.
My next thought, hmm, just a knockout?
Dead, no Uzi.
My voice from the start, but you never know.
Why?
Cause I get low after [C#] dark.
[C]
[G] Cause I get low after dark.
After dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
After dark.
[D] [C] Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Yo, what's up my boy?
Why don't you do me a little favor, man?
Why don't you scrap my [G] back, boy?
Oh yeah.
[D] Move it over to the left.
I get low after dark.
I get low after dark.
Alright, alright, move it up [B] now.
[D] [N] Move it up.
Now look down.
[Gm] Now look down.
[D] [C] A little bit over to the left.
Yeah.
Now look down.
[B]
[D] We outta [G] here.
We outta here.
It's [G] a style, ain't cool.
[D] Oh [N] yeah.
It gets hot.
It gets hot.
Oh yeah.
It get hot.
[G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[G]
[D]
[Gm] [G]
[D] [G] I never lost a battle, I ain't never been beat.
Rolled look on the shore, tombstones on the street.
Suckers like you would try to diss with none.
But I slay it down, I lay it down [D] next to the gun.
Not [G] only fresh mime, it do what it stand.
I drop you on the pavement, leave this parking in red.
I don't need no protection, [B] so here's a little lesson.
When I leave the house, it's [D] sure I must pay the wesson.
A [G] 357, come pop a North 11.
It put you in hell, or it can place you up in heaven.
You looking for trouble, then it's trouble I spot.
But I'm telling you now,
[D] I get [G] low, get low, get low.
At the block, at the [D] block.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm a dog, I'm a dog.
I'm a beast, I'm ever sweet, just to say the least.
I start mobbing motherfuckers like a [D] savvy beast.
[G] I'm taking my turn to make the mic burn.
And when I'm teaching class, there's a lesson to be learned.
Know why I battle?
My stride's all light.
Never battle out of hate, the only [D] battle for [G] spot.
Coachella's up, me the west side man.
The leader of the brothers, and killer of the clan.
Girl, I don't give a shit, cause my rhyme legit.
Cold pressure in the yard, and tie you [D] up with my pick.
Cause [G] when she starts to bite, that's when I will ignite.
The views up, the party ticket to the new heights.
I set up myself, to be a part of the elite.
Suave and dominant, because the rhyme is so sweet.
Bit caught in confusion, magician of illusion.
You got a little [A] problem?
Here's the [G] solution.
The winner never puts in, the quitter never wins.
So why you just gambling with [D] doves and phasers?
[G] Remember what I say, it sticks like crazy glue.
I'm telling you now, I'm not afraid of you.
Look up at my face, I'll tell you hard I'll park.
And like I told you before, [D] I get low after [G] dark.
[B]
I'm [G] doing it after dark, after morning.
Oh yeah, [C] kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm doing it after dark, [G]
after [D] morning.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard.
[F] MC's coming out like thunder.
I make you [G] see, while Stevie had to wonder.
Is he fiction or is he a myth?
No, it's just a dope rapper, you know, Tone Smith.
Cause every time you hear my song, your hands clap.
The chosen one, putting LA on the map.
With no objection, I'll plead my case.
Tone low, full capacity, leave no space.
I ace contender, will never surrender.
When I rock a show, you [Dm] always [G] remember.
The one and only, superior to many.
Me losing a battle?
No, I can't mimic any.
Although in the days, I may have lost one.
Who in the hell am I kidding?
I ain't [Gm] been outdone, cause I'm the best.
And I live by work.
And if you want a dope song, I'll play you.
It don't [C] take much to make a crowd live.
Just some Uzi, some Orange, and a [D] little bit of slot.
I step [G] on stage, and clear my head.
My next thought, hmm, just a knockout?
Dead, no Uzi.
My voice from the start, but you never know.
Why?
Cause I get low after [C#] dark.
[C]
[G] Cause I get low after dark.
After dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
After dark.
[D] [C] Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Yo, what's up my boy?
Why don't you do me a little favor, man?
Why don't you scrap my [G] back, boy?
Oh yeah.
[D] Move it over to the left.
I get low after dark.
I get low after dark.
Alright, alright, move it up [B] now.
[D] [N] Move it up.
Now look down.
[Gm] Now look down.
[D] [C] A little bit over to the left.
Yeah.
Now look down.
[B]
[D] We outta [G] here.
We outta here.
It's [G] a style, ain't cool.
[D] Oh [N] yeah.
It gets hot.
It gets hot.
Oh yeah.
It get hot.
Key:
G
D
C
B
Gm
G
D
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] [G] I never lost a battle, I ain't never been beat.
Rolled look on the shore, tombstones on the street.
Suckers like you would try to diss with none.
But I slay it down, I lay it down [D] next to the gun.
Not [G] only fresh mime, it do what it stand.
I drop you on the pavement, leave this parking in red.
I don't need no protection, [B] so here's a little lesson.
When I leave the house, it's [D] sure I must pay the wesson.
A [G] 357, come pop a North 11.
It put you in hell, or it can place you up in heaven.
You looking for trouble, then it's trouble I spot.
But I'm telling you now,
[D] I get [G] low, get low, get low. _
At _ _ the block, _ at the [D] block.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm a dog, I'm a dog.
I'm a beast, I'm ever sweet, just to say the least.
I start mobbing motherfuckers like a [D] savvy beast.
[G] I'm taking my turn to make the mic burn.
And when I'm teaching class, there's a lesson to be learned.
Know why I battle?
My stride's all light.
Never battle out of hate, the only [D] battle for [G] spot.
Coachella's up, me the west side man.
The leader of the brothers, and killer of the clan.
Girl, I don't give a shit, cause my rhyme legit.
Cold pressure in the yard, and tie you [D] up with my pick.
Cause [G] when she starts to bite, that's when I will ignite.
The views up, the party ticket to the new heights.
I set up myself, to be a part of the elite.
Suave and dominant, because the rhyme is so sweet.
Bit caught in confusion, magician of illusion.
You got a little [A] problem?
Here's the [G] solution.
The winner never puts in, the quitter never wins.
So why you just gambling with [D] doves and phasers?
[G] Remember what I say, it sticks like crazy glue.
I'm telling you now, I'm not afraid of you.
Look up at my face, I'll tell you hard I'll park.
And like I told you before, [D] I get low after [G] dark.
_ [B] _
I'm _ _ [G] doing it after dark, _ after morning.
Oh yeah, [C] kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm doing it after dark, [G]
after [D] morning.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard. _
_ _ _ [F] MC's coming out like thunder.
I make you [G] see, while Stevie had to wonder.
Is he fiction or is he a myth?
No, it's just a dope rapper, you know, Tone Smith.
Cause every time you hear my song, your hands clap.
The chosen one, putting LA on the map.
With no objection, I'll plead my case.
Tone low, full capacity, leave no space.
I ace contender, will never surrender.
When I rock a show, you [Dm] always [G] remember.
The one and only, superior to many.
Me losing a battle?
No, I can't mimic any.
Although in the days, I may have lost one.
Who in the hell am I kidding?
I ain't [Gm] been outdone, cause I'm the best.
And I live by work.
And if you want a dope song, I'll play you.
It don't [C] take much to make a crowd live.
Just some Uzi, some Orange, and a [D] little bit of slot.
I step [G] on stage, and clear my head.
My next thought, hmm, just a knockout?
Dead, no Uzi.
My voice from the start, but you never know.
Why?
Cause I get low after [C#] dark.
_ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] Cause I get low after dark. _
After dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark. _ _ _ _ _
After dark.
[D] [C] Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Yo, what's up my boy?
Why don't you do me a little favor, man?
Why don't you scrap my [G] back, boy? _ _ _
Oh yeah.
_ [D] Move it over to the left.
I get low after dark.
I get low after dark.
Alright, alright, move it up [B] now. _ _
_ _ [D] _ [N] Move it up.
Now look down. _ _
_ _ [Gm] Now look down. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [C] A little bit over to the left.
Yeah.
_ Now look down.
[B] _ _ _
_ [D] We outta [G] _ _ _ here.
We _ _ outta here.
It's [G] a style, ain't cool.
_ [D] Oh [N] yeah.
It gets hot. _
It gets hot.
Oh _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ yeah.
It get hot. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] [G] I never lost a battle, I ain't never been beat.
Rolled look on the shore, tombstones on the street.
Suckers like you would try to diss with none.
But I slay it down, I lay it down [D] next to the gun.
Not [G] only fresh mime, it do what it stand.
I drop you on the pavement, leave this parking in red.
I don't need no protection, [B] so here's a little lesson.
When I leave the house, it's [D] sure I must pay the wesson.
A [G] 357, come pop a North 11.
It put you in hell, or it can place you up in heaven.
You looking for trouble, then it's trouble I spot.
But I'm telling you now,
[D] I get [G] low, get low, get low. _
At _ _ the block, _ at the [D] block.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm a dog, I'm a dog.
I'm a beast, I'm ever sweet, just to say the least.
I start mobbing motherfuckers like a [D] savvy beast.
[G] I'm taking my turn to make the mic burn.
And when I'm teaching class, there's a lesson to be learned.
Know why I battle?
My stride's all light.
Never battle out of hate, the only [D] battle for [G] spot.
Coachella's up, me the west side man.
The leader of the brothers, and killer of the clan.
Girl, I don't give a shit, cause my rhyme legit.
Cold pressure in the yard, and tie you [D] up with my pick.
Cause [G] when she starts to bite, that's when I will ignite.
The views up, the party ticket to the new heights.
I set up myself, to be a part of the elite.
Suave and dominant, because the rhyme is so sweet.
Bit caught in confusion, magician of illusion.
You got a little [A] problem?
Here's the [G] solution.
The winner never puts in, the quitter never wins.
So why you just gambling with [D] doves and phasers?
[G] Remember what I say, it sticks like crazy glue.
I'm telling you now, I'm not afraid of you.
Look up at my face, I'll tell you hard I'll park.
And like I told you before, [D] I get low after [G] dark.
_ [B] _
I'm _ _ [G] doing it after dark, _ after morning.
Oh yeah, [C] kiss hard.
Oh yeah, kiss hard.
I'm doing it after dark, [G]
after [D] morning.
Oh [G] yeah, kiss hard. _
_ _ _ [F] MC's coming out like thunder.
I make you [G] see, while Stevie had to wonder.
Is he fiction or is he a myth?
No, it's just a dope rapper, you know, Tone Smith.
Cause every time you hear my song, your hands clap.
The chosen one, putting LA on the map.
With no objection, I'll plead my case.
Tone low, full capacity, leave no space.
I ace contender, will never surrender.
When I rock a show, you [Dm] always [G] remember.
The one and only, superior to many.
Me losing a battle?
No, I can't mimic any.
Although in the days, I may have lost one.
Who in the hell am I kidding?
I ain't [Gm] been outdone, cause I'm the best.
And I live by work.
And if you want a dope song, I'll play you.
It don't [C] take much to make a crowd live.
Just some Uzi, some Orange, and a [D] little bit of slot.
I step [G] on stage, and clear my head.
My next thought, hmm, just a knockout?
Dead, no Uzi.
My voice from the start, but you never know.
Why?
Cause I get low after [C#] dark.
_ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] Cause I get low after dark. _
After dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Oh yeah, I get low after dark. _ _ _ _ _
After dark.
[D] [C] Oh yeah, I get low after dark.
Yo, what's up my boy?
Why don't you do me a little favor, man?
Why don't you scrap my [G] back, boy? _ _ _
Oh yeah.
_ [D] Move it over to the left.
I get low after dark.
I get low after dark.
Alright, alright, move it up [B] now. _ _
_ _ [D] _ [N] Move it up.
Now look down. _ _
_ _ [Gm] Now look down. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [C] A little bit over to the left.
Yeah.
_ Now look down.
[B] _ _ _
_ [D] We outta [G] _ _ _ here.
We _ _ outta here.
It's [G] a style, ain't cool.
_ [D] Oh [N] yeah.
It gets hot. _
It gets hot.
Oh _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ yeah.
It get hot. _ _ _ _ _