Paroles Ill bomb Ll Cool J

Ill bomb

Pimp shit, uh
Uh, pimp shit
Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit
My vocals, uh, uh
I hypnotize ya eyez 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 ride
Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya dont
Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up
Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasnt wet
Im a star, double the dick, the double r
Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred
Not the car, its the man, daddy cool put it down
No comparin me to yall, nigga is such a clowns
L.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 whos next that need a favor
Drop a bomb on em
Remain calm on em
Peirce the nipples, throw the ll charm on em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
When my strobe lights flash you cant miss em
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name

59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck
Pumpin mobb up in the cadillac truck, dont give a fuck
Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent
We can fuck, but you aint 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 leave.
Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy
I wouldnt do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth
I learned you cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath
Still Im a lyrically hold it down
L back in town, case the bell sound for second round
Some of these old ctas is funny, fuck whos legendary
Im tryin to get this money
Drop 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
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name

Rappers dont reall want it, they might claim they do
They know Im catchin bodies, go head name a few
After I blaze you, I get a doughnut
Dont want no blood up on my chrome shoes
Lord have mercy, this rookies got it confused
You thought you caught me slippin, I was falsely accused
Sleepin with my eyez wide shut, like tom cruise
They wishin an impossible mission to see me lose
Lay 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
Hundred keys a month, you fuckin up g backs nigga
Invincible, unstoppable yall niggas aint ill your illogicale
This is l, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller
A little somethin for ya ice guerillas\
Drop a bomb on em
When 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
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name