Текст песни I - Petey Pablo
((Petey))
Man
holla
at
ya
dog
Petey
Petey
hey
yall
hey
yall
Carolina
bird
dog,
still
got
my
shirt
off
Still
reppin'
for
convicts
in
Sing-sing
to
Burgaw
Still
rockin'
with
T-T-Timbaland
uh-uh
uh-uh
I
got
a
different
role,
different
stroll
Impose,
every
nigga
in
here
tryin'
best
to
fuck
with
Petey
hoes
I
got
em
by
the
boat
load,
dark
skin
to
pink-toes
Li'l
bitty
to
big
hoe,
nineteen
to
forty-fo'
I
got
some
1965
pantyhose
Still
in
the
plastic
bag
now
tell
me
I
ain't
a
macaroni
Jerome
Jerome
to
Don
Corleone
Petey
Petey
the
pussy
beater
I
suck
em,
fuck
em,
send
em
home
I
gets
my
thug
on,
weekends
I
get
me
club
on,
we
been
So
many
hotels
boy
I
ought
to
buy
my
own
Petey-ott,
Petey
swiss,
Petey
inn,
Petey
I
(Petey
I)
MAN
WE
DID
IT
AGAIN
((Chorus))
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
Got
them
girls
Got
them
thangs
Got
them
guns
Got
them
stunts
uh,
I
said
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
Got
them
girls
Got
them
thangs
Got
them
guns
Got
them
stunts
uh,
I
said
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
Got
them
girls
Got
them
thangs
Got
them
stunts
uh,
I
said
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
Got
them
thangs
Got
them
guns
Got
them
stunts
uh,
((Petey))
P-P-Pardon
me
dog
Its
the
gitchie
from
the
gitchie
bar
Its
really
a
tittie
bar
but
I
ain't
got
no
license
for
it
I
got
the
what
they
want
Plenty
H,
plenty
O
Plenty
guns,
plenty
bows
Muthafucka
chew
ya
road
You
ain't
never
seen
this
before
But
when
this
shit
drop,
all
she
wrote
International
playa
(yay
ah)
D-D-Deah
ya
go
All
they
want
is
that
Timbaland
and
Petey
Pablo
Now
watch
me
ball,
da-dunna-dunna
Rims
spinnin',
20's
on
all
the
cars,
da-dunna-dunna
Every
time
we
hit
em
they
different
broads,
da-dunna-dunna
Now
yall
ain't
ready
I'm
the
jumping
in
the
Jumping
Jack
Flash
You
don't
hear
the
way
ya
disc
jumpin'
across
the
track
Nigga
I'm
a
jumpin'
ass
Fist
stomp
I
know
you
mad
But
ain't
too
much
you
can
do
bout
that
Cause
I'll
make
em
stop
the
track
Tighten
my
belt
and
whoop
y'all
ass
Y'all
niggas
gon'
understand
why
niggas
don't
wanna
drop
shit
this
year
Five
and
five
equals
ten
Petey
Pab
Timbaland
is
all
it
is
((Chorus))
((Petey))
I'm
the
quicker
picker-upper
Crazy
soda
can
crusher
River,
rock
path,
mobile
home
Country
muthafucka
Rep
the
dirty
like
a
car
commercial
You
ain't
heard
it
pitch
Like
the
smell
in
the
pasture,
I'm
the
Cacky-lacky
shit
Tr-Tr-Trash
talkin'
som'bitch
Trust
me
man
I
ain't
the
one
to
get
mad
at
Petey
Pab
got
a
bag
of
vats
And
a
gat
if
it
come
to
that
So
nigga-nigga
don't
act
like
that,
playin'
Get
a
nigga
smacked
like
that,
I'm
sayin'
Get
a
nigga
wig
pushed
back,
DAMN
Timbaland
where
ya
at
((Timbaland))
In
a
18-wheeler
blowin'
my
horn-horn
Granddad
in
the
field
pickin
beans
and
corn-corn
Mama
never
saw
that
a
star
was
born-born
Mama
said
star
go
mow
that
lawn-lawn
I
said
its
hot
as
hell
a
nigga
need
some
lemonade
Bump
it
its
2000
a
nigga
needs
some
Minute
Maid
Go
head
and
act
up
get
cut
with
this
switch
blade
Nigga
you
better
pay
attention
what
the
hook
say
Aah
((Chorus))
1 Intro
2 Petey Pablo
3 Raise Up
4 I
5 I Told Y'all
6 Didn't I
7 La Di Da Da Da
8 Funroom
9 Y'all Ain't Ready (Come On)
10 Do Dat
11 Live Debaco
12 919
13 Raise Up (All Cities Remix)
14 Fool for Love
15 Test of My Faith
16 Truth About Me
17 Diary of a Sinner
18 My Testimony
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