Текст (слова) песни: L.L. 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 don`t
Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped 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 ya`ll, 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 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, 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 leave."
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 cant 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 ctas 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 cant miss` em
Listen

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

Rappers don`t reall 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 doughnut
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 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 ya`ll 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 `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

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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 don`t Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped 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 ya`ll, 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 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, 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 leave." 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 cant 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 ctas 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 cant miss` em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name Rappers don`t reall 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 doughnut 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 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 ya`ll 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 `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 Нравится песня? 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