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Chapman Tracy - Текст песни 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
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 [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
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[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
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