Get It Started Songtext
von Louis Logic

Follow the sound of the drunken dragon
And just imagine recovering alkies, jumping from the wagon (Look out!)
Someone′s staring in at your mom nose
As the king of put downs and most ignorant snot nose
Who got flows much liver than a 2Pac show
Or drug wired truck drivers on caffeine pills
My nasty spills surpass the thrill
Of the chance to chill in bed with two muff divers
Fuck a Budweiser, I'd rather taste a geyser
Of Jagermeister squirting out a stripper′s shaved vagina

What a way to find the 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 one, I would have had ′em both
Super drunk on Jack and Cokes and crash the boat


Ay yo J! What's going on Lou?
Let′s get it started
Respect the artist 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?
Let's get it started

Let′s get it started, catch a harlot
In stretch 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 your sluts' 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 work 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 til they're chucking 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
Til you end up splashing your legs with
The river of puke that gets in your boots
And no one at the place will sit next to you
I'm the bearer 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
Bitch's 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 a Long Island Iced Tea, so fuck a Snapple

I'll chug a flask full of whiskey and ask you to diss me
After I′m pissy, just to prove how much I love to battle