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Ill Bomb
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LL Cool J
жанры: hip-hop
альбомы: All World
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Call my name, call my name, pimp shit, uh Call my name, call my name, uh, pimp shit Call my name, yeah, turn my shit up a little bit, my vocalsI hypnotize ya eyes and then you recognize That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way I rideSometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't Figure this nigga souped up, 'cause he couped up Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as it's looped up Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wetI'm a star, double the dick, the double R Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down No comparin' me to y'all, nigga is such a clownsL.A worth paper Ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraper Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made them major LL nigga, now who's next that need a favorDrop a bomb on 'em, remain calm on 'em Peirce the nipples, throw the LL charms on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin' through my system When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em, listenCall my name Call my name Call my name Call my name59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck Pumpin' Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a fuck Gold tint, gold diggen broads getting bent We can fuck but you ain't getting 10 cent, who want it?Lay the facts out until the cats out Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out Blow out your weed, you wake up in the mornin' to a note Nigga had to leaveBe easy You shoulda teased me, instead of bein' sleazy I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth I learned you can't eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneathStill I'm a lyrically hold it down L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round Some of these old cats is funny, fuck who's legendary I'm tryin' to get this moneyDrop a bomb on 'em and pour a dom on 'em As soon as the track come on, I transform on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin' through my system Strobe lights flashin' cant miss' em, listenCall my name Call my name Call my name Call my nameRappers don't really want it, they might claim they do They know I'm catchin' bodies, go 'head name a few After I blaze you, I get a dough nut Don't want no blood up on my chrome shoesLord have mercy, this rookies got it confused You thought you caught me slippin', I was falsely accused Of eleepin' with my eyes wide shut, like Tom Cruise They wishin' an impossible mission to see me loseLay up time to choose, all I hate is on the left You hopin' and prayin' you get to hear me take my last breath Lyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop sling like Cracker A hundred keys a month, you fuckin' up G backs niggaInvincible, unstoppable Y'all niggas ain't ill your illogicale This is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller A little somethin' for ya Ice Guerillas, drop a bomb on 'emWhen its time to attack quiet storm on 'em Hold ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin' through my system When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em, listenCall my name Call my name Call my name Call my nameCall my name Call my name Call my name Call my name
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