Shabba – Chris Brown


Somethin’ like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Mike WiLL Made-It

My niggas, we fuck up some commas

Oh, some of them dirty like Shabba

Jamaican and Haitian, no matter, they pull up with choppers

All of my niggas got rounds, I spray a new face on you clowns

I got a bitch in the viddy, I gave her the shrimp and the lobster

I put that girl in Givenchy, Versace, I’m feelin’ like Shabba

How that bitch so Hollywood, but that bitch livin’ in Bompton?

But I be trainin’ these hoes, fresh out the boat, yeah

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

Bounce to the beat like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me rollin’ through like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Ride in the Benz like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Shawty ride with a nigga through the West Coast (Yeah)

Downtown pimp, I done left hoes (Yeah)

My life so good, I done blessed hoes (Yeah)

I might crowd surf on my next show

All of my niggas is trappers

We take the dope on the road

You see that I’m on the corner

We sellin’ dope at the shows

You see the ice on my wrist

You see my neck full of gold

Boy, you at home with your girlfriend

I got a house full of hoes

Homie, I stay on the road

I make a play, then I go

I got a house full of cocaine

They wanna play in the snow

Bare foreign jawns thought my name was Shabba (Wha?)

I ain’t a fuckery, I ain’t a passer (Wha?)

I got a one peng ting that cooks me pasta (Heh?)

I chuck bands in the Benz, chuck ash in the Astra (Easy ’nuff)

Man my gyal wanna gimme goodie good good (Wha?)

But she done told me this hoody too hood (Easy)

My gyal wan’ smoke dope in the hood (Wha?)

(Ooh, oh, she got)

I told her hold on, baby, go suck on this wood (Eh)

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)

Somethin’ like Shabba

10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me rollin’ through like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

She wanna shotta (Shotta)

Gyal wanna get with a trapper (Trap)

Blowin’ on sense with the grubber (Smoke)

Gold teeth like Shabba (Bling)

Trap boy turned rapper (Trap)

She go down south, then back up (Down)

Man can’t, why fuck no slapper (No)

Man pass that ting to my brudda (Eh)

Sent P’s to my mother (Mother)

Trap in the street for the guala (Trap)

Man bet’ have some manners (Manners)

Tings, yeah, we got lot of (Lotta dem)

Foreign gyal lookin’ proper (Proper)

Give her shots like a chopper (Uh)

Bad jawns rollin’ up the grams

Wanna love a man like I’m Shabba (Skrrt)

Oh, wait, oh, wait, oh, wait

She seein’ gold chains and cocaine (Oh, oh)

Spend coco dance on the dope (Coke)

So a nigga aim that so string (Huh)

I pray a nigga never touch my homie (Nah)

Man down if you touch my homie (Buck, buck)

Man down, man down, man down (Buck, brr)

Lift her up, make her home shake (Buck)

I got the Gs like I’m OJ (Gs)

We servin’ P for the cocaine (Coke)

It’s up to no ho, oh no way (Uh-uh)

Told the feds I ain’t givin’ up no names (Nah)

Amnes’ coming in plentily

Amnes’ coming in loads, ayy

Hand on my friend here put her hand

(Ooh, oh, she got)

On my friend, get toasty

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)

Somethin’ like Shabba

10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me rollin’ through like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

Through the street with a bracker (Bracker, brrp)

Low key, gettin’ mon’ up (Mon’ up, mon’ up, mon’ up)

Smoke ki’ like my brother (Brother, boy, boy)

Gold teeth like Shabba (Shabba)

Ring ring, settin’ one up (Ring)

OT sellin’ packa (Ring)

TU, that’s turn up (Ring, ring)

Walked in, front the run up

Uck face tryna uck us

T like, man shut up

Seaside gettin’ guala

Gyal give a man uh huh (uh)

Daylights so they stutter

She’s callin’ me brudda

I told her uh uh

Boom boom in the bedroom

So wet like I broke her bladder

I’m old school like Shabba

Rocko gold like Shabba

Bad bitches they holla

Wanna do man under the covers

Beemer, Bentley or Hummer

Spring, winter or summer

Ring trap, where the runner?

Big strap, need another

Man to hold it up

Big bags, can’t fold it

(Ooh, oh, she got)

Section, OHB, better notice

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)

Somethin’ like Shabba

10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me rollin’ through like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)

Somethin’ like Shabba

She got me blowin’ trees like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy

Somethin’ like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba

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Somethin’ like Shabba

Somethin’ like Shabba, ayy

Channeling the Icon: A Modern Homage

“Shabba” by Chris Brown draws inspiration from reggae and dancehall great Shabba Ranks, weaving his legendary style into a contemporary hip-hop setting. The lyrics celebrate opulence, street credibility, and a lavish lifestyle—images brought to life through gold chains, luxury cars, and bold bravado. Throughout the song, the phrase “Somethin’ like Shabba” acts as a refrain, emphasizing the desire to embody Shabba Ranks’ iconic persona and swagger. The verses blend Caribbean influences with West Coast energy, painting a picture of high-energy parties and the relentless pursuit of success.

Symbolism and Street Culture

In the verses, references to “blowin’ trees,” luxury brands, and the trapping lifestyle intertwine with nods to international backgrounds, from Jamaica to Haiti. The repeated callouts to Shabba Ranks not only pay tribute to his influence but also serve as a metaphor for reaching a level of untouchable cool. The song’s infectious hooks and rhythmic bounce reinforce its club-ready atmosphere, making it both a celebration and a statement of ambition.

Song Credits

  • Artist: Chris Brown
  • Producer: Mike WiLL Made-It
  • Release Year: 2023

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