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ll cool j – ill bomb – funkmaster flex & big kap featuring ll cool j lyrics

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pimp sh-t, uh
uh, pimp sh-t
yeah, turn my sh-t 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 n-gg- souped up, ’cause he couped up
guaranteed to rip sh-t, soon as it’s loped up ya n-gg-s slept
20 girls panties wasn’t wet

i’m a star, double the d-ck, 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, n-gg- is such a clowns

l.a. worth paper, ask russell simmons
who put ’em up in that skyscr-per
ask my dogs up at fubu, who made them major
ll n-gg-, 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 sh-t 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 f-ck
gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent
we can f-ck, 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, “n-gg- 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 can’t eat, if ya hold beef, with n-gg-s 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, f-ck 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 sh-t 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 f-ckin’ up g backs n-gg-

invincible, unstoppable
y’all n-gg-s 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 sh-t 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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