We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
What's the dealy my nigga You feelin' this and all of my fellas pimpin' from the dirty south Out here to South Central, North Carolina up in here Y'all know what time it is, this rock the party Pass me some Belvedere, pass me a mic up here Take it to another level Focus, turn that beat up, give me bass with my trebble Give me space for my fellas, yeah I brought the west coast, Aftermath staff to the cotton picking south baby, whoo Baby Bubba, I done figured it out I stole the blueprints from the motherfucking government house Hurtin' 'em now, sit down nigga, tonin' it down And I ain't held a nigga hand since my daddy ran out What you know about not having to remix shit, aha If you made the original hot you wouldn't have to do that You mad at me, ain't y'all I don't care, I ain't gon' change it, I'm real, I'm trill And this a motherfucking club banger
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
Front page, read that boy, He done did it again Petey cheese steaks up with all that vinegar man Damn, how they went there, yeah I thought you knew that I bootleg my shit on the street and sell it myself Why you think I'm always grinning I stay a step ahead of these niggaz Motherfucker I'm up on these niggaz Ain't tryin' to use it either Baby I done revvin' it up I got a money bucket on me, and I'm a fill that bitch up So what if I wanna buy another car, yeah I wanna get another truck Ice my whole shit up, I can pay cash for it As long as y'all ask for it, I'm a show my ass on it I don't keep many spastics till the man put the tag on it Yeah, halt the class, Michael Jackson bag Good as some Sunday dinner country corn bread Dope like a west coast Cali hallway Give it like you wanna get it Ain't that what Dogg said, yeah
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
Carolina walk for me, walk for me (yeah) Walk for me, walk for me (yeah), walk for me Walk for me (yeah), walk for me (yeah) California walk for me, walk for me Walk for me (yeah), walk for me, walk for me (yeah) Walk for me, Petey, yeah I know you want it, I know you want it I know you need it, I know you need it I had to do it, tell 'em why You love Petey, Petey, yeah, and what I do to beats, yeah I'm a genius, yeah, give me the right producer, yeah You'll get ya one of these, yeah I make ya move your feets, yeah I tear the club to pieces, hot lights The Cara sun, heater heats Mama fried, chicken grease Drumstick, breasts and thighs Bring out the paper plates, everybody eating me now
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
Cant nobody do it like I do it when I do it dog I do it (Break it down) Break it down putcho back into it Main Yall aint ready for the **** I'm doing
(Get up) Get up Putcho drinks down Dont want yall sausy your drinks out All over that your cheap blouse ain't nothin but a small any anyhow
(Still me) Still me I just changed the sound
To the other one I had and just swapped it out
(Switch) Kept somethin in the backround
Cuz you in love with the song but you in love with the backround
Come on let a momma work for me Make a playa wanna spend some money (Come on) I don't really like to spend a money But you can do what you do and do it well Imma
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
(Show up) Show up empty Nothin in um her her No Silicone no libo no botox no dumpy dump (No)
All Natural let the day spoil when another brother in this world Good lookin momma
That good and hot to death make an athelete lose his breath And had to move that *** when you bump south You gonna need a couple skirts keep fallin out
(For real) A 10.5 on a rhictor scale a high
Number you can go to 12 shorty shaking like hell
We ought be shamed ourselves creator couldnt rock the bed that well (Look out) Breakin it down ridin this beat like (WOW) Papa jail man I gun her down
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
This is defiantly the wickedest thing I hear of my life OK I've been sippin on that patron (Get up get up get up)
I'm ready Give you what you want OK (Get up get up) Might not feel the same way tomorrow (Ok)
What I feel went back tomorrow (Get up get up) Cuz tonight you got me feeling like I wanna take you home (Ok)
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot (Get up) You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock (Ok)
Show off that body you got (Get up) You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock (Ok)
Yellow City, yea.. Benzino, yea Yellow Man, yea.. Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me) Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from) Benzino, yea (my nigga) Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock
Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh) Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?" Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot Everybody having fun niggas don't stop Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*} Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh) Got up on that ass when she came up in the door Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*} People going hard cause you know the mood is right Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap VIP crowded so I take it to the back Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
5 in the morning more drinks at the crib Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in! Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend "Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us" Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea) Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon) Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea) This is how we do almost everyday Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock...
What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock...
C'MON!!
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
[Juvenile] From N.Y. to the motherfuckin N.O. {Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?} What's up Envy nigga?
Hey, hey, nigga what's up? His body get bucked so put some Hennessy in a cup I'ma snatch me a hoe before I leave this bitch Tell the DJ he better play my shit That shit right there, is platinum off the top You already know my reputation, I will fuck with the cops Whatever I'm at, guns and drugs involved That gangsta shit bouncin from wall to wall Women got in free and it's six to one I'm fuckin some before it's done If I don't know shit I know how to get that green Like gettin them for 20, sellin them for 15 I got six hoes, that love me right They'll love you too, if you're payin me right I'm not that kind of cat that'll write books but I could paint a picture in the ghetto on a lightpost {Desert, Storm}
[Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo] Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!) Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!) Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!) C'mon nigga, c'mon! (Yes sir!) Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!) Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!) Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!) C'mon nigga, C'MON! (Yes sir!)
[Petey Pablo] HEYYYY baby, you seen who's that came in the do'? Ain't that that Carolina nigga they say that's outta control? I'm off the rocker nothin can stop me, I'm HOTTER THAN HOT Then got the Juvenile sweat the whole game around, YOU BETTER WATCH HIM 'Fore I fuck around and come to your house Park in your momma flowers and cuss the BIRD NIGGA TO COME OUT I'm crazy baby, I'm wild I don't know if you heard about it but baby I been this way for a while I got some NEW SCHOOL The cables that supposed to be ATTACHED TO THE SCREWS That done come loose and I don't know what to hook 'em to Juve', Juve' - you better tell 'em what this thang'll do SOUTHSIDE, RIDE OR DIE, fool who you talkin to? (YOU!) I got enough to go 'round, my shit'll hit you from Uptown And you know I'm from North Carolina! Lay 'em down for real - a done deal, done deal Pigeon-toed, long nose, bald headed NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Envy - over Chorus] Yeah, fat shout, whole Down South, Midwest.. whaaaaaaaaaaaat?
[Coke] I'm the newer headbussa, baller bitch, bread toucher Caddy white trucker, dropper, red gutter Shut down the summer and ranger's newcomer Ice blue and the rims look like cucumbers I'm a hustler I serve the fiends When it's ready I turn that light on like Krispy Kreme man Set up shop, O.T. in small farms Like I got that dope and her-on, ear from hair on Y'all don't really want no beef with I I'm at your crib ith the ratchet like Allen I. So you could jump if you want {FUCKA!} You get crunk if you want {SUCKA!} But I got asthma and I always keep the pump fucka {FUCKA!} Blow your brains on the dash like "Menace" To identify you they gon' have to call yo' dentist Coke keys, oasis where the heat be Holla at a playa in the street, when you need me
(Petey arguing with cop) "All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell" / Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit down / I just wanna make my phone call Just sit down - Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker Fuck you Hey fuck you too ya bastard I just want my fuckin phone call "Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate"-
I got his ass didn't I? told him my plan didn't I thought I was playin wit him now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he? smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he? when they found him - took bout a motherfuckin week didn't it? down in a motherfuckin creek didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he? gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he? Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they? I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I? disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he? y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya? y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya? (hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he? especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk) that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened) took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I?
(sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over) you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherfuckers in the rap game 97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya with this new shit "Didn't I" -ya boy that boy has done a lot of things Petey- tell sumden else you did
thought I was playin didn't ya? I did everything I said didn't I? I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn't I? you didn't believe me did ya? ya'know I know you didn't you probably decided that I'd be right back on the street didn't ya? I guess I showed you didn't I? Got in the race and then I won it didn't I? I didn't even rub it in your face did I? I could of got real shitty but I didn't did I? or got all fly but I didn't did I? (nope) man, I just kept it all real didn't I? (ya) brought it right back to the homefront just like I said didn't I? they kept skippin Carolina didn't they? yo (cough cough) excuse me, can I have your attention didn't I? I fucked 'em up the way I did it didn't I? came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty didn't I? I changed a lot of things here didn't I? came from the back to the front and I had them kissin a nigga ass didn't I?
(sung chorus in background, man talking over) you real crazy, boy you a trip, you a real trip but hey, but hey, the boy kept it real , he did oh you thought it was over hey petey get real fly on they ass and talk about some shit - some real shit - come on
