Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck D
Performer
Eric Sadler
Programming
Flavor Flav
Performer
Keith Shocklee
Programming
Paul Shabazz
Programming
Professor Griff
Performer
Terminator X
Scratches
Wizard K-Jee
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Sadler
Composer
George Clinton
Composer
William Earl Collins
Composer
Bernie Worrell
Composer
William Jonathan Drayton
Composer
Keith Shocklee
Composer
The Bomb Squad
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Alan Plotkin
Recording Engineer
Chris Champion
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer
Dan Wood
Mixing Engineer
Dave Harrington
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Patillo
Assistant Recording Engineer
James Staub
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jody Clay
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kamarra Alford
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kirk Yano
Recording Engineer
Mike Bona
Mixing Engineer
Nick Sansano
Mixing Engineer
Paul Eulin
Mixing Engineer
Rod Hui
Mixing Engineer
Steve Loeb
Recording Engineer
Tom Conway
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Hit me!
Somebody call an ambulance
There's not a minute to spare
Don't worry
There's not a minute to spare
Don't worry
Going, going, gone
I dialed 911 a long time ago
Don't you see how late they're reactin'
They only come and they come when they wanna
So get the morgue truck and embalm the goner
They don't care 'cause they stay paid anyway
They teach ya like an ace they can't be betrayed
I know you stumble with no use people
If your life is on the line then you're dead today
Late comers with the late comin' stretcher
That's a body bag in disguise y'all, I betcha
I call 'em body snatchers 'cause they come to fetch ya?
With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya
They are the kings 'cause they swing amputation
Lose your arms, your legs to their miscalculation
I can prove it to you watch the rotation
It all adds up to a funky situation
So get up, get, get, get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown
Get up, get, get, get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown
911 is a joke
911 is a joke
Everyday they don't never come correct
You can ask my man right here with the broken neck
He's a witness to the job never bein' done
He would've been in full effect
But late 911 was a joke 'cause they always jokin'
They the token to your life when it's croakin'
They need to be in a pawn shop on a
911 is a joke we don't want 'em
I call a cab 'cause a cab will come quicker
The doctors huddle up and call a flea flicker
The reason that I say that 'cause they
Flick you off like fleas
They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees
And to the strength so go the length
Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth
You better wake up and smell the real flavor
Cause 911 is a fake life saver
So get up, get, get, get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown
Get up, get, get, get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown
How (911 is a joke) how, how (911 is a joke)
How, how (911 is a joke) how, how (911 is a joke)
So get up, get, get, get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown
Get up, get, get, get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up, get, get, get down
Late 911 wears the late crown
(911 is a joke)
(911 is a joke)
(911 is a joke)
(911 is a joke)
Writer(s): Keith M. Boxley, William Earl Collins, William Jonathan Drayton, Eric T. Sadler, Bernard Worrell, George Clinton Jr.
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