Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap - Ill Bomb lyrics

(feat. Big Kap, LL Cool J) Pimp sh**, uh Uh, pimp sh** Yeah, turn my sh** 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 don't Figure this n***a souped up, cause he couped up Guaranteed to rip sh**, soon as its louped up Ya n***as 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 ya'll, 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 n***a, 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** 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** Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent We can f**, 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***a 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***as underneath Still I'm a lyrically hold it down L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round Some of these old ctas is funny, f** 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** 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 reall 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 doughnut 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 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**in up G backs n***a Invincible, unstoppable ya'll n***as 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 sh** 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