Songtexte Get Down - LL Cool J

Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Get...
Down to a rhythm that′ll rock the walls
Cold sportin' Air Jordans and I′m on the ball
Don't lackin I'm black, but I′m not Lou Rawls
Disappeared for a year, now I′m back y'all
So get down, with the entrepeuner of funk
Not a sloppy fat punk, or a Shaolin Monk
Ain′t down with Johnny Carson throwin' shoes at a jam
So the hell with Ed McMahon & Thom McAn
JVC is the box, Farmers is the street
Soundin′ hungry over beats, that's why I always eat
Up to you to guess who′s rockin', 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
I′m hard like Haystacks Calhoun
Callin′ me a sucker boy, you're pushin a broom
If you try to pull a ace, you 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 A′s
He'll 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 reel to reel
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, I rap
He used to Smurf, now you′re jackin' ′cuz my name's on the map
Sit and lie my homeboy Earl says, "Is that E-Love′s hat?"
With the hands like a hatchet, Kut Kreator's in back
Kut Kreator on the fader, the teachers pet
Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met
And sooner or later we′ll have to sit
Kut Kreator 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 sayin′s for real, this ain't L.A. L.A. land
Got a can fulla jams, pullin′ 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 P's and Q′s
And for the rest of your life, you′ll wanna be in my shoes
I'm strong like stone, hard like cement,
And I rocked every jam that I ever went to
Got a better rep than any eMCee 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-ni, Ni-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 as sharp as a pin
When it′s a Cool J party, you gotta get in
So I can make ya kick steps like Gladys Knight 'n The Pips
One rhyme, you′re on my tip soon as it leaves my lips
Up the block kids are talkin', and spreadin' the news
About the new Grandmaster, the one you′ll choose
Cause I′m treacherous, I wanna stomp the rest
What I'm kickin′ couldn't bore, it can only impress
I′m not a Hula-Hoop, this ain't no passin′ phase
Hard work pays, I'm gettin straight up A's
Cool J is runnin′ things, I want it understood
Executioner, I should wear a black hood
And carry a axe, cause I′m ruff on wax
Speakers speakin? phone-wear from durable? eight-tracks
Get down
(G, G, G, G, G, G, Get Down)