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Verse 1
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Ab
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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
Verse 2
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Verse 3
Get Down
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
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
Verse 4
Yo listen here
Get cash like a muh'fuck, pass the J
Verse 5
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
Verse 6
L.L., go L.L.
Get Down
Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L.
Verse 7
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
Verse 8
Down
Verse 9
Ni- ni- nigga- ni, Ni- ni- ni- ni
The only man you should call
From Paris to L.A they
say I'm as sharp as a pin
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
understood
Executioner, I should wear a black hood
cause I'm ruff on wax
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Speakers speakin? phone-
wear from durable? eight- tracks
Get down
Verse 10
(G, G, G, G, G, G, Get Down)
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