Get Down

(альбом: Bigger & Deffer - 1987)

G, g, g, g, g, g get

Down, to the rhythm that'll rock the walls
Cold sporting Air Jordans, and I'm on the ball
Don't lack and I'm black but I'm not Lou Rawls
Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all
So get down with me, entrepreneur of funk
Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin Monk
Ain't down with Johnny Cousin know as use at a jam
So the hell with Ed McMahon and Tom Macan
JVC is the box, Farmers is the street
Sounding hungry over beats, that's why I always eat
Up to you to guess who's rocking the funky sound
If you don't know never mind come on and get down

Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get down

Get down, hard like Haystacks Calhoun
Calling me a sucker boy you're pushing a broom
If you try to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face
All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place
Not the Cunningham family from Happy Days
Not the boys who play the bench for the Oakland As
He drop you to a hop to the record he play
Couldn't keep it a secret I'm L.L. Cool J
Rhymes are all wack and real all real
Yo Earl, tell the party people the deal

Yo listen here
Ya ain't no thing, can't complain
Get cash like a muh'fuck, pass the "J"

That's right I'm back he's talks out rap
You used to smirk, now you're jocking 'cause my name's on the map
Sit and lie my homeboy Earl says that it's a E-Love hat
With the hands like a hatchet, Cut Creator's in back
Cut Creator on the fader, the teacher's pet
Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met
And sooner or later we'll house the set
Cut Creator cut the record so they don't forget
Get down

Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.

I make hard rock jams for hard rock fans
What I'm saying's for real, this ain't la-la land
Got a can full of jams pulling off the lid
Competition in New York can't do what I did
No Cinderella story, I paid my dues
I rocked at house parties I was down with crews
Now I'll never be caught I'm on my Ps and Qs
And for the rest of your life you wanna be in my shoes
I'm strong like stone, hard like cement
And I rocked every jam that I ever went
'Cause I got a better repping than any MC has
And I'm bad like a brother from Alcatraz
Get down

Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.

Ni-ni-nigga-nigga-ni-ni-ni
Ninja of rap, the boss is back
The only man you should call on when the party is packed
From Paris to L.A. they say I'm sharp as a pin
When it's a Cool J party you gotta get in
So I can make you kick steps like Gladys Knight and the Pips
One rhyme, you're on my tip, soon as it leaves my lips
Up the block kids are talking and spreading the news
About the new grand master the one you'll choose
'Cause I'm treacherous, I wanna stomp the rest
What I'm kicking couldn't bore, it can only impress
I'm not a Hula-Hoop, this ain't no passing phase
Hard work pays, I'm getting straight-up As
Cool J is running things, I want it understood
Executioner, I should wear a black hood
And carry an axe 'cause I'm ruff on wax
Speakers Spared Cold ran from Gentle Eight Tracks
Get down

(G, g, g, g, g, g, get down)