MP3: LL Cool J-Ill Bomb
Interpret: LL Cool J
Skladba: Ill Bomb
Album: All World 2
Rok: 2009
Žánr: Hip-Hop
Délka skladby: 00:05:21
Velikost souboru: 5.02 Mb
Počet stažení: 1
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  Text skladby: 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 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 ride
Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't
Figure this nigga souped up, 'cause he couped up Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as it's loped up ya niggas slept 20 girls panties wasn't wet
I'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 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 who's 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 can't 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, don't give a fuck Gold tint, goldiggen 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 leaveâ be 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 underneath Still 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 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' can't miss' em Listen
Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name
Rappers 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 shoes
Lord have mercy, this rookies got it confused You thought you caught me slippin', I was falsely accused Sleepin' with my eyes 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 Y'all niggas ain't ill your illogical This is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller A little somethin' for ya ice guerrillas
Drop a bomb on 'em when it's 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 can't miss' em Listen
Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name
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