Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Rampage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Smith
Songwriter
Roger McNair
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Neptunes
Producer
Darren Rapp
Recording Engineer
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it
See, we in 2003 already
Catch up to us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh
[Verse 2]
Now motherfucking case closed
The shit blow your speaker, keep turning your bass low
Spaz out because I motherfucking say so
Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco
Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll
Big truck shit, even my bitch whipping the Range Rov'
We 'bout to skyrocket and away we go
The way the bitches, looking love the way we blow
[Verse 3]
Check it, we light shit up, like Broadway, yo'
The crackhead rappers better just say no
Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow
Lay and wait for **** in the back street, yo
Weak flow, take your shit like I'm coming to repo
Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people
We busting through the doors, shooting through your peephole
The shoot that never miss is like shooting a free throw
All you **** better go and
[Verse 4]
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 ass out
[Verse 5]
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 ass out
Call the ambulance
[Verse 6]
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H2O riding round insane orbits
Notorious from New York to New Orleans
House come with the lake, swimming with dolphins
Fifty keys with large proportions
Caught a few **** on money extortions
**** snitch, FBI is hawking
Call Johnny Cochran, yo this **** is walking
[Verse 7]
Shit, we got to close down the club
Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs
Pushing Lambo's, big chains and dubs
Lee and Flipmode, security with snubs
Upping club levels, hundred G's and up
And if the ducks rolling, Bust, I'm beating it up
The streets ain't safe, yo, we heating it up
The party's on smash, now we tweaking it up
The bitches want this dick so they eating it up
Now all you bitches better go and
[Verse 8]
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 ass out
[Verse 9]
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 ass out
Call the ambulance
[Verse 10]
Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction
We shut it down in every function
Beat you in your 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' shit, **** dodging and ducking
I'm cream cheese with the English muffin
I still got respect in the flatbush junction
Hey
[Verse 11]
Huh, it's like we shaking down a dude
We like a pack of dogs that come to take a **** food
My **** flip quicker than a fucking interlude
I beat **** head, they blood dripping through a tube
Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fucking mood
And freeze you **** money like a **** getting sued
And leave you in the church watching your body getting viewed
Don't get it fucked up or even misconstrued
All you **** better go and
[Verse 12]
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 ass out
[Verse 13]
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 ass out
Call the ambulance
Written by: Pharrell Williams, Roger McNair, T. Smith


