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LL COOL J
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Get Over Here
作词:Boxie, Tricky Diamondz, Jiz, Lyrikal, Shaune Muir, Ya Nicolette, Alfredo Rivera, James Todd Smith
Ain't nobody as hot as us East side, west side, north side, south side Let's ride, uh, the Goat is now taking over the building It's time for some of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north dirty south, Yankee music Uh, it ain't where you from, homey It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y. Doing my thing, all day, yeah, it's 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, y'all cats don't really want it Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy Then back up off me
I'm a young fly soldier Thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up I'm 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 it's still all good
And if you looking for me You can catch me in my hood Just doing my thing, got the ring bling Don't 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 ain't having that
You better have game, you better come correct Ya Girl Nicolette, don't like lame cats Tell me what you think about that, let's go
Love that you made money, really don't 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, I'm in here with my mans Won't 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 Bentley's rocking Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em With every bar I'm dropping
Every time I drop they copping Every single line I lay is locking You a hater, boy, stop your plotting It'll 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 It's 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 Bentley Like I just picked Diddy up Think about that while you doubt that You a fake mac, you can't count that
Hop all off then I bounce back Got 'em looking a wolf pack outback I'm from where them Goat, Goat, shout that Ask Master P, I'm bout that
Everybody know I'm holding In the party, pocket swollen Rock and rolling Competition catching coals in they colon
Love that you made money, really don't matter If I see her from a far, this what I yell at her 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Hey, over there, over there Ho, get over here, get over here
In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends Hey, over there, over there Ho, get over here, get over here
What up y'all, y'all know us Know the party ain't I'll 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 I'm 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, it's 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 Shit's 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 I'm 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, don't stop or pound Before we wasn't 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, I'm a get them stacks Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my back
Work it all night, this ain't no tease You gonna be scarred, I'm a sweat that weave Now you can't drive, it's too much speed Just sit back and enjoy that breeze
In the whip today but not tomorrow That's 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 ain't that fair
Baby come true, got enough bread Switch to the truck, nothing more said Kid don't play, just do clean That's what it is, when I come from Queens
Do my lean, big black truck Coming through like I'm moving that stuff I just get checks, just get neck Girls I'm 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 don't 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, I'm in here with my mans Won't 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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