LL Cool J

LL Cool J - Get Da Drop On Em lyrics

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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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Copyrights:

Author: Jean-Claude Olivier, LL Cool J

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Mr. Smith (1995)

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