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Ll Cool J

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ill Bomb Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Call my name, call my name, pimp shit, uh 

Call my name, call my name, uh, pimp shit 

Call my name, yeah, turn my shit up a little bit, my vocals 

 

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 looped 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 charms on 'em 

Keep gangsta shit pumpin' through my system 

When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em, listen 

 

Call my name 

Call my name 

Call my name 

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, gold diggen 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 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' cant miss' em, listen 

 

Call my name 

Call my name 

Call my name 

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 

Of eleepin' 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 

A hundred keys a month, you fuckin' up G backs nigga 

 

Invincible, unstoppable 

Y'all 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 

Call my name 

Call my name 

Call my name 

 

Call my name 

Call my name 

Call my name 

Call my name 

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