Pharrell Williams - Call the Ambulance lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Now motherf**in case closed The sh** blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low Spaz out because I motherf**in say so Before I blow this b**h like we down in Waco Thick in co*k diesel, that's the way we roll Big truck sh**, even my b**h whippin' the Range Rov' We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO The way the b**hes lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW Check it, we light sh** up like Broadway yo The crack-head rappers better just say no Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for n***as in the back street yo Weak flow, take your sh** like I'm comin to Repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw All you n***as better go and.. [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Put they body on the stretcher, carry they a** out Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they a** out Call the ambulance [Verse 2: Rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-O ridin round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins Fifty keys with large proportions Caught a few n***as on money extortions n***as snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin Call Johnny Cochran, yo this n***a is walkin sh**, we got to close down the club Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs Lead the Flipmode security with snubs Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up The b**hes want this dick so they eatin it up [Busta] Now all you b**hes better go and.. [Hook] [Verse 3: Rampage] Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction We shut it down in every function Beat you in yo' head until your brain malfunction Yo Bust, call the label, tell 'em we in production Pinky ring status so it's no discussion Stop talkin sh**, n***as dodgin and duckin I'm cream cheese with the english muffin I still got respect in the Flatbush junction, HEY [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Huh, it's like we shakin down a dude We like a pack of dogs that come to take a n***a food My n***as flip quicker than a f**ing interlude I beat n***as head and blood drippin through a tube Peep b**h, I'm only here to change the f**in mood And freeze you n***as money like a n***a gettin sued And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed Don't get it f**ed up or even misconstrued All you n***as better go and.. [Hook]