Busta Rhymes - Shabba (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Shabba Ranks] SHABBA! Him deh yah S, and a H, and a A, double B And a A, R-A-N-K-S, always the best A$AP MOB, do the job, fly the flag Lawd ah mercy, people [Verse 1: Shabba Ranks] Say my name a likkle louder Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd ah Say it 3 times if a me unu proud ah SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA! Oh man, say it a likkle likkle louder Holla out mi name mek I rip up the crowd ah Say it 3 times if a me unu proud ah SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA! Hey, holla out mi name, jump to mi name Call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame Seh yuh body waan Shabba know de same People, holla out mi name, jump to mi name Call out mi name, bawl out mi name Nah stop until it reach hall of fame Anytime mi sweat, mi sweat flame Ah me dem in need of, true crowd pleaser Turn non-believer, inna believer Come crowd a people follow di procedure Mi no Rakim but "Follow The Leader" Head ah go jump off ah fool dem shoulder Chop off dem head with mi cleaver From Jamaica right back to Geneva Shabba Ranking ah true crowd pleaser [Hook: A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm... [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Who that stocky n***a with the grills?, Trap Lord you're so trill I could get a new Bugatti but a n***a rather chill Rather sit up on the block and stack it 'till I get a mill What about them old b**hes who ain't wanna give me feel? Now they want a make it gucci cause a n***a got a deal Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in Brazil I hit Punta Cana when sh** gets so real Two bad b**hes in my vehicle Yellow hood rats like Pikachu Hit it from the back got em screaming like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH like Yeezus do Bringing rappers from the dead like Jesus do Can't call them bone thugs cause they eating dude I bust-a-rhyme and flip-mode, speak the flu n***a Ya Ya Ya eat ya crew bu*ter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' the deacon' A hood pope get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd Cause a n***a like she give head while you're singin' I'ma get the bread while I'm breathin' I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it I be barkin' like a Que like im very collegiate! Like I'm Pedigree eatin' [Verse 3: Quavo] Meetin' up the plug at a QuikTrip Young n***a had to make that money back flip I'm trappin' with accuracy Gold on my toilet like Master P Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, please You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's Young n***a, I'm flexin' like Hercules You can take her to the movie and go watch a film A$AP Ferg, front me a pelican Lean, lean, lean, that's my medicine Quavo, old money, Sega Genesis [Verse 4: Takeoff] Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling For tryna take my rings, gun go bang Cashed out on the j**eler, ching Got 'em feelin' like Martin Luther King, I had a dream Actavis, I only sip and begin with a beam by extending my clip If I see the police, grab my chips and I dip Snapping my fingers, we fillin' arenas I flip up the Hannah Montana in real I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir, that double AK-47's, they aim at your lip Versace, Givenchy, this sh** is ridiculous SHABBA! [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] Look, n***a, get it straight, you could never f** with my clique, boy Aww sh**, quick, hit you with the drop kick jaw Bone break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick Funny all these n***as stop, b**h boy Bust' Rhymes back up in the co*kpit, spit toxic, always givin' n***as hot sh**, boy n***as see me shinin' 'til he's sick, sick, sick Any b**h really want Islam dick, boy So much j**elry, n***a lookin' priceless out here A lot of rappin' n***as lookin' lifeless out here k** 'em 'til they say a n***a triflin' out here And you can let 'em talk, you know who the nicest out here Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bite dust p**y Better get low when yu hear de shot buss, p**y Every time I come here, know I body n***as fully Godfather with it while I murder little rookie And I'm bigger than your shorty though her p**y kinda bushy f**in' on the low, Versace logo on the hoodie Airhorn blow, my n***a, bwam bwam bwam Let it go, you already know what's really goodie k**in' sh** like I'm some kind of cancer Bag your b**h, now she my private dancer I don't understand why n***as feel like they have to ask who the god is When you know what's the answer Chokehold sh** 'til they be callin' me strangler Hundred million dollars, safe behind the plasma Proper with it, 'til he spread the propaganda And when I TEC talk, can we pop your man up On my Sha-Shabba Ranks On my Sha-Shabba Ranks n***a, gettin' so much money It's like I just robbed a bank, n***a [Hook: A$AP Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks