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Jettingham - Ill Bomb lyrics
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 don't
 Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up
 Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped 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 ya'll, 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 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, don't give a fuck 
 Gold tint, goldiggen 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 cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneathJettingham - Ill Bomb - http://motolyrics.com/jettingham/ill-bomb-lyrics.html
 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, 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, 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 fuckin up G backs nigga
 Invincible, unstoppable ya'll 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, ooh
 Call my name, uhh
 Call my name, aw yeah
 Call my name








