Ll Cool J - Get Over Here lyrics

[Intro: LL Cool J] 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 [It's Ya Girl Nicolette] 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 wit a flow so loco On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though I be on it, I be on it, ya'll cats don't really want it Ya'll don't want it, ya'll 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 pa** '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 trynna 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 [Chorus] 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 [LL Cool J] 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 [Chorus] [Lyrikal] What up ya'll, ya'll know us Know the party ain't 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 I'm all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face Making the dudes wanna hate, cuz we them new dudes in the state [Jiz] 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 [Lyrikal] 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 sh**'s just there, like and now your boy here [Jiz] 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 [Ticky Diamondz] Come on and roll wit the kid, back to the crib Car real fast, bed real big Just like that, I'mma 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'mma 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 bu*t nake Gotta go, back to the grind Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes Burn a little haze, I let my rhyme -- [Chorus]