ฟังเพลงIll Bomb (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. LL Cool J) (Album Version|Explicit)

artist：ll cool j

songs title：ill bomb

pimp shit, uh

uh, pimp shit

yeah, turn my s**t 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 n***a 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, n***a 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 s**t 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 f**k

gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent

we can f**k, 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, n***a 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, f**k 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 s**t 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 f**kin 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 guerillasdrop a bomb on em

when its time to attack quiet storm on em

hold ya nuts and keep ya palms on em

keep gangsta s**t 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