Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song .357 - Break It On Down, artist - LL COOL J. Album song Bigger And Deffer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.1987
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
.357 - Break It On Down |
Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby |
That’s right, don’t try to front like your fly |
GET OUT THERE! |
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 |
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? |
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 |
A hundred and ninety five pounds punk |
More bounce to the ounce and I say what counts |
KnowI’msayin? |
Now get yourself on the floor |
Stop actin like a sissy |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |