Текст (слова) песни: Fam - Lay f Pharrell Williams - Ambulance

 
[Fam-Lay] Uh! 
 
[Pre-Chorus - Fam-Lay] 
If you hear a shot nigga, think of me! 
Cause if there`s a stressin there`s no question I`m a ride 
Just conceal my gun in D! 
I`ll fulfill my requests if you heard that I die 
A thousand niggaz jumping, a thousand niggaz bowing 
Niggaz making money, a thousand niggaz throwing 
Thousand niggaz slanging, a thousand niggaz banging 
Selling that H nigga, selling that caine 
 
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (8x) 
Here come the ambulance! (woo! woo! woo! woo! woo!) 
 
[Verse - Fam-Lay] 
Uh! Fam-Lay uhh! I bet you heard of me 
But there`s some cowards out there who tried to murder me 
Now they got em in ICU Surgery 
Cause I burnt their ass up to the 3rd degree 
I got that H, I got that D 
And if you need it homie you can get a pack from me 
Word on the street is that them people after me 
But I`m a scrambler, won`t let em capture me 
I got my bag, a case of gin 
Pocket full of, tattoos all in my skin 
We got gold teeth (uh) ducking them police 
On the corner all night getting no sleep 
This how we do, how real is this 
I`m from Shark City, big fish eat little fish (Norfolk!) 
This is my hood, and I`m a represent 
I`ve been riding round wit shotguns ever since 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse - Fam-Lay] 
Chicks is braiding hair, fellas out clocking 
Chil`rin everywhere, old folks is out watching 
Gotta be +Train To Go+ in this harsh world 
Full of nothing but hood niggaz and park girls 
We all down to ride, for that homicide 
We prepared to go long as the drama ride 
Run up on your roads, open your suicide door 
Take the umbrella and treat it like a 2 by 4 
We are ignorant, we don`t give a shit 
Fuck who started it long as we finish it 
Come up to your club, got a thousand deep 
All the six of us waking you out your sleep 
I don`t give a fuck, let the corner pick em up 
From what I did to em, left his corner spitting up 
We could go to war, till the death of me 
If you want beef, WE got the recipe 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse - Fam-Lay] 
Pharrell put me here, to put these streets on lock 
Now that I`m in here, we can`t be stopped (Star Trak!) 
I`m a carry it raw, till the day I die 
And keep it street, as days go by 
I`m in erry spot, the rawest clubs 
I`m on erry block, wit all the thugs 
My family locked up, know what this about 
Got enough couzins wit me to get you out 
 
[Pre-Chorus] 
 
[Chorus]
 

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