- LL Cool J Get Over Here 歌詞
- LL Cool J
- Aint nobody as hot as us
East side, west side, north side, south side
Lets ride, uh, the
Goat is now taking over the building
Its time for some of that ol, that good ol
Yankee up north dirty south,
Yankee music
Uh, it aint where you from, homey
Its how hot you are,
Nicolette, lets, come on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the
N.Y.Doing my thing, all day, yeah, its her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me what you think about her
Who you know with a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the
N.Y. though
I be on it,
I be on it, yall cats dont really want it
Yall dont want it, yall just fronting, homeboy
Then back up off me
Im a young fly soldier
Thought I told ya, wack cats is gon be over
Im a supernova, controller, anything that
I get I hold up
Im a supernova, controller, anything that
I get I hold up
Take it back up to the
N.Y.Show em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin in our ride, driving show,
I pass em by
You see our paper, haters hating but its still all good
And if you looking for me
You can catch me in my hood
Just doing my thing, got the ring bling
Dont get it misunderstood
Nicolette,
LL, on the same track
Bring it back, tell me what you, think about that
Boys tryin to holla but
I aint having that
You better have game, you better come correct
Ya Girl Nicolette, dont like lame cats
Tell me what you think about that, lets go
Love that you made money, really dont matter
If I see her from a far, this what
I yell at her
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
In your club with your girls,
Im in here with my mans
Wont your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
Got to get it popping
The track is knocking, the
Bentleys rocking
Overdose Im suppose to roast em
With every bar
Im dropping
Every time
I drop they copping
Every single line
I lay is locking
You a hater, boy, stop your plotting
Itll be your blood we mopping
Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor
Lyrically
I stake and bake ya, you can see
I get that paper
Wear jet black like
Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters
Its in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator
Switch it up, hit it up , get it up, let it up
Your girl from the back like giddy up
How come I run, you like my son
I blow the whole god damn city up
Inside that long white milky
BentleyLike
I just picked
Diddy upThink about that while you doubt that
You a fake mac, you cant count that
Hop all off then
I bounce back
Got em looking a wolf pack outback
Im from where them
Goat, Goat, shout that
Ask Master
P, Im bout that
Everybody know
Im holding
In theparty, pocket swollen
Rock and rolling
Competition catching coals in they colon
Love that you made money, really dont matter
If I see her from a far, this what
I yell at her
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
In your club with your girls,
Im in here with my mans
Wont your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
What up yall, yall know us
Know the party aint
Ill til we show up
Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma but so what
Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop
Til Im all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face
Making the dudes wanna hate
Cause we them new dudes in the state
Yeah, we in the club just chilling,
B, yeah, baby feeling me
Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up
In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be
Do it well, ask
LL dog feeling me
Dudes not feeling me, because we walked in the door
Looking flyer than airplanes, its not touching the floor
It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it move
The body move to the tune, yessir
DJ let it boom in the room
Shits just there like and now your boy here
We hot like
June, gon drop real soon
Let em know that
Queens in the house
We jam ride from to the north to the side
Im a young back, just shut your mouth
Shut your mouth, turn it around
Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, dont stop or pound
Before we wasnt it but be popping now
Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound
Come to your hood, we be rocking your town
Go to the show we rocking the crowd
Get gwop by the thou, wow
Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that,
Im a get them stacks
Got em screaming out, my neck, my back
Work it all night, this aint no tease
You gonna be scarred,
Im a sweat that weave
Now you cant drive, its too much speed
Just sit back and enjoy that breeze
In the whip today but not tomorrow
Thats the life of a superstar
Wanna be involved, better be aware
Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere
Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair
Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare
Got you on the beach , you out somewhere
Got your girl screaming that it aint that fair
Baby come true, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing more said
Kid dont play, just do clean
Thats what it is, when
I come from
QueensDo my lean, big black truck
Coming through like
Im moving that stuff
I just get checks, just get neck
Girls Im afraid, running round butt nake
Gotta go back to the grind
Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes
Burn a little haze,
I let my rhyme
Love that you made money, really dont matter
If I see her from a far, this what
I yell at her
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
In your club with your girls,
Im in here with my mans
Wont your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
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