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    Ill Bomb

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    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
    [ Ill Bomb Lyrics ]
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