LL Cool J ft. Lloyd Banks & Hot Rod Bump this [ www.mp3hit.go.ro ] Lyrics

[Intro: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Queens!!!! (G-G-G-G-G-G Mix! G-G-G-G-G Remix! It's the Unit!!!)
T-T-T-T Todd Smith!! LL!!

[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Now when you see me in the club (You can b__p this)
You ballin out doin it up (You can b__p this)
The champagne won't buss (You can b__p this)
You wanna do it like us (You can b__p this)
Now mama after my show, come on and let's roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
You better check your broad her nips get hard when they play this
Just like a can of peaches in her draws whan I say this
I got the recipe I'll leave your bird marinatin
Now you want beef cause her onion just keep shakin
My six pack alone cause grief, cats hatin
But I'm still in the Oldsmobile sittin on Dayton's
Still keep the fiber optic trunk vibratin
Packed in the club like sardines the youg things is faintin
Fillin the dancefloor like a carpenter
That's why I keep greener thumbs than a gardener
Serious with my pimpin I'm a monster bruh
When I spit they kneel down like larsengers
Now mama after my show you wanna guzzle twurve oh in the Range

Rove
Skins is like rims you gotta spin 'em on the low hit the big b__ps slow
And most of the time they ain't worth the dough

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Hey! You love it when it sounds like this
That's why the club crowded better find you a b____
She heard my name and she shouted this is me and my fifth
And we both bout it bout it in a brand new six, with a smoke cloud

around it
Near the square anywhere, no sneakers on the rug
And my system knockin, like the speakers in the club
Look ma, drop the lame and spend a weekend with a thug
I'll have you back at the cuzzi geekin of the bud
When I come through I come through sparklin
Six car garage in you in the apartment, and starvin
I walk and talk, like I was raised around macks
New York native, there's a razor in the hat
Smooth as Fillmore Slim with gators on the track
I hit 'em, quit 'em, and dish 'em off like that
I'm a bring her all of the jewelry cause I don't play the back
And give less to spray now or later on the lac

[Verse 3: Hot Rod]
Man I'm poppin my collar, if you drop that a__
And I'm droppin them dollars, you hopin on that cash
I'm on that catwalk shorty make that a__ drop
Bottom like a apple won't you come sit on my laptop
You know you love it mama won't you make that a__ pop
The Unit drop hot s___ Welcome To Jamrock
Man you know my cash hot I got a stash box
Bar hog legal money no need to pass rocks
Turn it up and then b__p it in yo' hood
You see me with yo' b____ then I'm up to no good
You wanna come to the team you knowin that you should
Cause we hangin up them placks and you hangin up yo' wood
My roof stay on whenever I cruise up in that two door Bent
With a chick and we Couped up
Now get ya money up homey you a loser
Sittin on them eighteens n____ pull yo' shoes up

[Outro: 50 Cent]
You can b__p this, you can b__p this, you can b__p this, you can

b__p this