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.357 – Break it On Down
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(LL Cool J)
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That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party
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Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby
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That's right, don't try to front like your fly
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GET OUT THERE!
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(LL Cool J)
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To rappers I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
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Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the other's can't eat?
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Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat much more
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than a fat man after a pack-a-jam
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L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throw cutter
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When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter
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There's scared and can't believe that their whole crews
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Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes
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I'm dope on a rope (???) water elope
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I do the hustle and the shuffle and the roper dope
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Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
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I gotta .357 and I break it on down
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(LL Cool J)
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Three hundred and fifty seven reasons
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why you gotta get your butt on the floor right now
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We ain't playin, we came here to get ill
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Iller than ill, LL youknowI'msayin?
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(LL Cool J)
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Just like Ali Baba and the 40 thevz
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So nasty you don't know whether to stay or leave
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More fear then Evan Bluebeard I serve primrose
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A picture of me is like a part of Michaelango's
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I don't play the banjo will you ever understand yo
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Servin I mean the matter how old I go Rambo
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Cocks strong half a block wrong
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Illy ill fire starter hittin harder than King Kong
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Not a battle axe not one of the mill
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Not easily knocked out or easily killed
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Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
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I gotta .357 and I break it on down
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(LL Cool J)
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A hundred and ninety five pounds punk
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More bounce to the ounce and I say what counts
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KnowI'msayin?
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Now get yourself on the floor
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Stop actin like a sissy
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(LL Cool J)
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Boy, I'm better than better is, badder than badder is
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I won't scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his
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guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts
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Wanna step in the ring with me you must be mushed
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Now ices in a crisis afraid when he's ready or chasin when he's chasin
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But filling when the scene I mean I'm icin and acin
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Amateurs who like it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it
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The shell and the soul of little kids who can't roll
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I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em
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get paid ten knots at a time and then I fold em
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I remember the blood and I remember what told em
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I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you have the audacity
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to try and mess with him and me
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Hypersonic is weak and Supersonic is wack
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Sneak around at the minute like a Siamese cat
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?Pellum? (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm H-A-R-D
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I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
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I gotta .357 and I break it on down
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(LL Cool J)
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Rock the beat now that can be arranged
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Yo baby you look fine spread em
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Yo homeboy get up against the wall put this in your pocket
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Who is this?
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Move it, move it, move it
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(LL Cool J)
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I'm a nappy, sappy crappy imitator of who
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If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you, ooooh
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You don't know so many have died when the LL growl was amplified
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Get back better yet step back get dat
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Like shaft in the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black
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I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend
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I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
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Fresh as a cliche but so is my forte
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This goes out whether the blues is old news
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P's and Q's keep me in your shoes
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and you're dissin me because I'm young and I'm strong
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And cause I'm capable of makin a platinum LP
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Wrong you was, you assumed I was all in
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But boy is for ballin they'll never say I'm fallin
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Callin all cars for the brother in black
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L-E-L the Mack back bone of this track
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I'm force full of force to put you on your back
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Makin hit after hit while you sent for a contract
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Hotter than hot now watch how hot I can get
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Leavin rappers fee's dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet
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I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
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I gotta .357 and I break it on down
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(LL Cool J)
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Now the LL posse is now handin out speed knots
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to all those who don't want to get busy
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That's right baby get your body on the floor
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Move it, move it
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.357 at point blank range ain't nothin strange
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you're havin a heart attack is at your back
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Now listen to me bring it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down
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.357 – Break it On Down
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