Get Down Songtext / Lyric

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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)