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LL Cool J - Get da Drop on 'Em lyrics
Check it out I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale Next step throw a stack up on the third rail The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the butter Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount Mispronounced, how do LL bounce And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush Ya slippin, I'm grippin microphones real tight Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be (Say what?) [Chorus:] Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas [repeat x 3] I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising You clowns know when I bring forth the heat Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick [Chorus] You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done And dick ya down in front of everyone Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine You never hear a nigga like me, never in time I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix [Chorus] Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose With the blues light my fuse, allow me To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs Crystal clear so you can hear every word Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas [repeat x 2] Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot! |
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