.357 - Break It On Down Songtext / Lyric

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 you're 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 I 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 virgins wanna elope

I do the hustle and the shuffle and the rope a dope

Cause I'm the hardest 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 theives

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

More feared then even Bluebeard I serve primrose

A picture of me is like one of Michelangelo's

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

Sophie I mean no matter how old I go Rambo

Cocks strong half a block long

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 the hardest 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 nuts

Not isis in a crisis or Freddy when he's ready or Jason when he's chasin



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

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

Then selling 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 blunt 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 M E

Hypersonic is weak and Supersonic is wack

Sneak around at the minute like a Siamese cat

Pelham 123, catch twenty-two, I make A-R-T

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

I gotta .357 and I break it on down



A beatdown can be arranged

Yo baby you look fine spread em

Yo homeboy get up against the wall what's this in your pocket

What 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

Kick back better yet step back get back

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

I'm a perfect blend a good boyfriend

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

Fresh is a cliche but soul is my forte

Disco is out Rhythm and blues is old news

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

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

And 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 search for a contract

Hotter than hot now watch how hot I can get

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

Cuz I'm the hardest 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 it's at your back

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