Get It Started - Louis Logic

Follow the sounds of the drunken dragon

And just imagine recovering alchies, jumping from the wagon

(Look out!)

Someone’s staring in that your mom knows

As «The King Of Put Downs» and «Most Ignorant Snot Nose»

Who got flows, much liver

Than a 2Pac show

A drug wired truck driver’s

On caffeine pills

My nasty spills surpass the thrill

Of the change to chill in bed with two muff divers

Fuck a Budweiser

I’d rather taste the geyser

Of Jaegermeister squirting out a stripper’s shaved vagina

What a way to find an artist, waiting for the show to start

Don’t snooze punk, there were two drunks on Noah’s Ark

Throwing darts in Jehovah’s bar, sipping smooth rum

Scheming on how to stick the only chickens who would come

You bet your ass if Lou was born I would’ve had 'em both

Super drunk on Jack and Cokes and crash the boat

Ayo J

(What's going on Lou?)

Let’s get it started

Respect to artists at the bar so much, he’s never carded

It’s

(Two for us) and none for you

So who can fuck with J on the beats?

(Or get as drunk as Lou?)

«We keep it tight and that’s the way it’s supposed to be» — Grand Puba 'A

Little Of This'

«Ya frontin' boy, come against me» — Gang Starr 'Full Clip'

«Louis Logic»

«J.J.

Brown»

«Y'all ready?»

«No!»

Let’s get it started

Catch a harlot

In stretched leather garments and wet her carpet

I’m in the sex department at your local video shop

Trying to ingest Bacardi mixed with some pop

With a grip on my crotch

Looking for lust in all ya slut’s blue jeans

It’s nothing personal, I’m just too mean

So what new scheme, will I invent next

To blend sex, music and beer?

Into a world of art that you shouldn’t hear

I make a profit when I take a topless chick’s picture

And disfigure the size of the tits bigger

Cut and paste a couple of sick niggas like me and J-Love on the nipples

Spazzing out like a couple of cripples

Who sip liquor till they chuckle a little

Now isn’t that cute?

With all this talk about booze and puke

It’s no wonder you sick of that dude

They call The Dragon

When they looking for some action

Drunks ain’t falling off anymore

I push 'em off the wagon

I’m the evil voice that’s in your head

When you’re drunk as a skunk

That always has you heading back to the keg

Then you end up splashing your leg with a river of puke

That gets in your boot

And no one at the place will sit next to you

I’m the barer of bad news

A terrible brat who

Sneaks out your mom’s window in a pair of your dad’s shoes

I’ll dare her to tattoo

My rap name, square on her ass dude

And deny it like, «I swear I’m not that Lou»

I’m the reason they invented gauze

Cause I’ll clench my jaws around your bitches neck, see all men are dogs

But none of 'em like Lou, will run up and bite you

And just to be spiteful, start humping your wife too

I’m the rightful ruler and king of the castle

Doing his thing with Long Island Ice Tea, so fuck a Snapple

I’ll chug a flask full of whisky and ask you to diss me

After I’m pissy, just to prove how much I love to battle