Cookin Soul - Shabba (Cookin' Soul Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Shabba Ranks] Yes ya creation! Anything test ya creation, annihilation Where da f** boy? No sa'p**y man No informant, no orders, get loose Shabba!! Cookin' Soul! [Verse: ASAP Ferg] Short n***a but my dick tall What I told your b**h dog Only thug n***a down at the Pitchfork Dirty van b**hes wanna s** my dick off Pop a Xany 'fore her panty get to hit floor Run up in this sh** raw I got a girl, I ain't never got no f**in' condoms If she caught me, then that b**h would be pissed off Real n***a sh**, Fergy be mobbing all day, prolly with Marty or Jay Them my n***as from back in the day, Tarzan ain't showing his face He prolly the one with the K, fronting then he letting it spray Two shots to a bumboclaat man, Shabba Ranks let it go in your brain Front then he coming your way Let the semi dump, dump then he coming your way Dump when the bad man come, my yute don't ramp with me Coupe full of bad hoes, they all wanna come with me You got a coupe with a sad ho cause she wanna come with me Shabba! [Hook] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Two bad b**hes like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks [Verse 2: ASAP Rocky] Skinny n***a but my dick long (Pause!) Stank puss make my dick soft Probably bumping R. Kelly sipping Cristal So you know the whole world getting pissed on I don't really give a f** if you pissed off I just bought a Mac 11 from the thrift store Traded for my gold chain and my pistol Shoot a rocket make a mothaf**a lift off Flacko be mobbing all day With n***as that's chopping that yay They chopping them choppas they handle my problems Cause n***as be plotting these days But the 'Rari kinda fast though, (probably with a bad ho) She told me pump my brakes You stuck with a fat ho (stuck with a fat ho) She wanna stuff her face To all my Dominican girls dem, all my Caribbean girls dem All my West Indian girls dem, I done f**ed a million girls, dem With a little ting a ling ling school bell a ring Hit her with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, maybe run a train And tell her that my n***as wanna bang and a little brain And she wanna hang with the gang what a n***a named Shabba! [Hook]