.357 - Break It on Down Songtext
von LL Cool J

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