Artist：ll cool j Songs Title：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 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 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 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