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Pimp shit, uh Uh, pimp shit Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit My vocals, uh, uh 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 its louped up Ya niggas slept, twenty girls panties wasn't wet I'm a star, double the dick, the double are 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 charm on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumping through my system When my strobe lights flash you can't miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, Call my name, aw yeah Call my name 59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck Pumping Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a f*ck Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent We can f*ck, 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 morning to a note, "Nigga had to leave." Be easy, you should of teased me, instead of being 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, f*ck who's legendary I'm trying 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 pumping through my system Strobe lights flashing can't miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, Call my name, aw yeah Call my name Rappers don't really want it, they might claim they do They know I'm catching 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 slipping, I was falsely accused Sleeping with my eyes wide shut, like Tom Cruise They wishing an impossible mission to see me lose Lay up time to choose, all I hate is on the left You hoping and praying 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 fucking up G backs nigga Invincible, unstoppable y'all niggas ain't ill your illogical This is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller A little something for ya ice guerrillas 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 pumping through my system When my strobe lights flash you can't miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, Call my name, aw yeah Call my name
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