LL Cool J

LL Cool J - Break it On Down lyrics

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(LL Cool J) 

That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party 

Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby 

That's right, don't try to front like your fly 


(LL Cool J) 

To rappers I'm a nightmare on Elm Street 

Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the other's can't eat? 

Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat much more 

than a fat man after a pack-a-jam 

L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throw cutter 

When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter 

There's scared and can't believe that their whole crews 

Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes 

I'm dope on a rope (???) water elope 

I do the hustle and the shuffle and the roper dope 

Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town 

I gotta .357 and I break it on down 

(LL Cool J) 

Three hundred and fifty seven reasons 

why you gotta get your butt on the floor right now 

We ain't playin, we came here to get ill 

Iller than ill, LL youknowI'msayin? 

(LL Cool J) 

Just like Ali Baba and the 40 thevz 

So nasty you don't know whether to stay or leave 

More fear then Evan Bluebeard I serve primrose 

A picture of me is like a part of Michaelango's 

I don't play the banjo will you ever understand yo 

Servin I mean the matter how old I go Rambo 

Cocks strong half a block wrong 

Illy ill fire starter hittin harder than King Kong 

Not a battle axe not one of the mill 

Not easily knocked out or easily killed 

Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town 

I gotta .357 and I break it on down 

(LL Cool J) 

A hundred and ninety five pounds punk 

More bounce to the ounce and I say what counts 


Now get yourself on the floor 

Stop actin like a sissy 

(LL Cool J) 

Boy, I'm better than better is, badder than badder is 

I won't scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his 

guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts 

Wanna step in the ring with me you must be mushed 

Now ices in a crisis afraid when he's ready or chasin when he's chasin 

But filling when the scene I mean I'm icin and acin 

Amateurs who like it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it 

The shell and the soul of little kids who can't roll 

I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em 

get paid ten knots at a time and then I fold em 

I remember the blood and I remember what told em 

I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you have the audacity 

to try and mess with him and me 

Hypersonic is weak and Supersonic is wack 

Sneak around at the minute like a Siamese cat 

?Pellum? (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm H-A-R-D 

I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town 

I gotta .357 and I break it on down 

(LL Cool J) 

Rock the beat now that can be arranged 

Yo baby you look fine spread em 

Yo homeboy get up against the wall put this in your pocket 

Who is this? 

Move it, move it, move it 

(LL Cool J) 

I'm a nappy, sappy crappy imitator of who 

If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you, ooooh 

You don't know so many have died when the LL growl was amplified 

Get back better yet step back get dat 

Like shaft in the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black 

I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend 

I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S 

Fresh as a cliche but so is my forte 

This goes out whether the blues is old news 

P's and Q's keep me in your shoes 

and you're dissin me because I'm young and I'm strong 

And cause I'm capable of makin a platinum LP 

Wrong you was, you assumed I was all in 

But boy is for ballin they'll never say I'm fallin 

Callin all cars for the brother in black 

L-E-L the Mack back bone of this track 

I'm force full of force to put you on your back 

Makin hit after hit while you sent for a contract 

Hotter than hot now watch how hot I can get 

Leavin rappers fee's dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet 

I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town 

I gotta .357 and I break it on down 

(LL Cool J) 

Now the LL posse is now handin out speed knots 

to all those who don't want to get busy 

That's right baby get your body on the floor 

Move it, move it 

.357 at point blank range ain't nothin strange 

you're havin a heart attack is at your back 

Now listen to me bring it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down 
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