.357 - Break it On Down

By LL COOL J

On Bigger and Deffer

Released on May 29, 1987

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(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 your fly

GET OUT THERE!

(LL Cool J)

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 a pack-a-jam

L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throat cutter

When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter

They're scared and can't believe that their whole crew

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

(LL Cool J)

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?

(LL Cool J)

Just like Ali Baba and the 40 thevz

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

More feared, than even Blue Beard, I serve Primrose

A picture of me, is like one of Michelangelo's

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

Servin I mean the matter how old I go Rambo

Cock-strong, half a block long

Illy ill fire starter hittin harder than King Kong

Not a battle-axe, not run-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

(LL Cool J)

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

(LL Cool J)

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'

My silhouette, a scene I mean I'm icin' and acin'

Amateurs who lack it, can't hack it, I attack it, that's why I wanna crack it

They're sellin' 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 blood 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 after midnight, like a Siamese cat

Pellum (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm H-A-R-D

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

I gotta .357 and I break it on down

(LL Cool J)

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

(LL Cool J)

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

Get back better yet step back get dat

Like Shaft and The Mack, cause I'm mad and I'm black

I'm the perfect blend, a good boyfriend

I'm the reason rap rules the country, I'm Cool

J-A-M-E-S; fresh as 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 making 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

The 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 freeze-dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet

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

I gotta .357 and I break it on down

(LL Cool J)

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 is at your back

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