Sean Price - Call The Ambulance lyrics

A yo stop with the bullshit
Playing game niggas
Hopskotch when the tool click
Don't make me pop ya
Ya black eye, blue, bitch, Frank Sinatra
You see SP, you'll be thinking rasta
Think it's peace & love
But I think to drop ya
Fake gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobster
It's a fact, you're an
Actor, thinkin' Oscar's, yo
Slap this jerk take his Jesus piece
Send him back to Catholic church
Niggas actin' like my motherfuckin'
Gat don't work til you hit and then collapse
In the dirt, and screamin', "that shit hurt"
Motherfuckin' right, that shit hurt
Niggas play tackle football with
A plastic Nerf
Bitches with dreadlocks and drapes
On they back suck dick
Plus they make biscuit's from scratch

Call the ambulance nigga pF Cuttin'
Here we go
Nah mean, all my black people listen

Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa
Boom bap bip in your medulla oblongata
You think you nice
But I know somebody hotter
With a crackhead mother and a
Piece of shit father (Sean P)
Niggas tryna free Mumia
I'm unravelling roach clips
Tryna free this reefer
Got a Boot Camp hat on, Wu Wear shirt
Funkmaster Flex Lugz looking like
A fucking jerk
No money, clothes bummy, nose runny
Bent Metrocard, 44 blow dummies
Hop on the train in front of the cops
Popping their brain, confronting the cops
I'm just stating the facts
No hating you wack throw the 8 to your back
Then escape with your trap, listen
My niggas is back
You don't believe me though
Keep playing games and get caught, Coco Levy
Yo hot peas and butter, cop trees on Sutter
Caught your cypher drinking with
You knock kneeded mother, pause
One of the best you one of the worst
Gun on your chest blood on your shirt
Son is berserk, nigga

Pardon me Holmes
It was a unsolved mystery, Barnaby Jones
Yo the time on the clock
Was a quarter to three
Had two four-fives like a quarter to three
Niggas said the bitch doofy but
She shorter than me heltah Skeltah

Ayo let me start my saying
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing