Petey Pablo

<i>[Intro]</i>
Ohhhhh (North Carolina)
On, top (y'all better come on)
Harvest (y'all bettter come on!)
Petey Pablo (c'mon!)
Abnormal, huhhh

<i>[Chorus]</i>
9-1-9 motherfuckerrrrr
(WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 motherfucker
9-1-9 motherfucker
I'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE motherfucker!

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
Born and raised, precious year '73
Back then we knew how shit was gon' be, MOTHERFUCKER!
What you know about this year, my neck of the woods
My nigga my hood, my God ??they good to us Carolina
Love my liquor house, club, my big girl, my son a thug
My big, family with fifty-eleven cousins
Ya heard? Huhhhh, Southern Magnoila belle
No Limit, 'ouisiana, Dungeon, A-T-L
It's a chain here, we the nation jump on boats with a load
Get this Carolina show on the road
Whodie I want billboards with my face all across the world
With a outline of my state nigga, puffin it up
Y'all feelin us, to the point you sloshin shit out your cup
So the fuck WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us
Slosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhyme
Holla motherfuckin 9-1-9, uhhhhhh

<i>[Chorus - repeat 2X]</i>

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fame
Your main man done fucked around and got us a name
A motherfucker don't really want a train-train
but it still came and ain't stop the thang, y'knowmsayin?
Now we in the game, don't know it now, oh you bound to bust down
Oh it's on now! I put my whole STATE through the door
Ohhh Lord, how you let them do that folk?
Like I'm losin control, runnin motherfuckers off the road, one-double-O
95 South 'til I get home, mannnn
The country had to come there, poppa I love home
And comin home, like I love my momma; pop the champagne partner
Fuck it, drink it straight out the bottle
Fuck work tomorrow, Carolina havin a party
Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight
Tonight is a nigga night, aight? Nigga get right
Now with all your might, holla like your best friend died
And his help number is 9-1-9, one time

<i>[Chorus - echoes at the end]</i>

"The number you requested, area code 9-1-9, will be automatically dialed..."

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
What, what!
The whole feelin of this 9-1-9 give you the type of
9-1-9 kind of get high
Nigga this the code of the world (people)
You ain't gotta be from the 9, just holla loud, spit the shit out
Man they lovin the South, loved it before but even more now
Later who wants a response from the crowd
Look how my niggaz holdin it down
Screamin like they shit here out (it is how!)
Motherfucker feel the power!
Represent yo' stompin ground
Show 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the fuck out
All together now, please, I need you so wow
Just the law niggaz turned it down, comin too loud

<i>[Chorus - repeat 2X]</i>

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

Would I ever leave here?
Naw I, I can answer that without even thinking about it
I am Carolina (you know)
North and South (you know)
It give my folks a since of it can happen for you
To lookup and see my ridin around somewhere
Doing my thug thizzle
I can't leave here
Ain't no way in the world
They need me, I need them?

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

What it feel like to be on the road with Petey Pablo
Something I never experienced before
Yeah I remember when I first met you
You was just getting out of the pen
Told me how hungry you was
Now you there...you made it
I appreciate everything you done for me
Taking me on the road with you
Showing me the finer things in life
Thank you

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

That mutha***** is crazy (Petey Pablo than gone crazy)
That n**** than lost his mind
(Naw I ain't dog I'm just tripping man?)
That's what I do man I have fun
Jive put me on there label because they knew
Barry white seen the vision you understand
And he believed in me man and I really appreciate it...

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

<i>[Filbert]</i>
Psssst Hey I bet you
thought the record was over didnt you?

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
Put one in there like you did
for me last time. My country ass.

<i>[Hook]</i>
COME ON Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
What you gonna do with all these girls? (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on rraaa)

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
That boy that love to rock
Man I hold more songs then a god damn jukebox
that nigga like 2 pac
130 songs in one day
dont stop that boy gone hurt somethin make him sit there
watchin numbers (heey)
5, 10, 15 as my money keep pillin up
had to get another money machine cause the
1st one i had dont work no more
had to get me some new cars with new rims and chrome
bars imkinda glad they made stereos wit a button in the
middle I miss my aunt aunt like miss my grandma
wit a crisco can on the back of the stove bout to fry me
up some cat fishwith a side of ocra
yall ready to have some fun (yea)
helicopter want to back it back it up(yea)
I got that what they want (yeah)
they want that bumpty bumpty(yea)
I know that nigga shit hot right now but dog
this shit here cold(yea)

<i>[Hook]</i>
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
(Girl) what you gonna do with all these girls (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on rraaa)

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
Big bird gotta new flock that wanna fly south
soarin to the next block
you bed not park in the place
where the sign says aint no park
gone make me come outside and have to lay
down my sox call snoop dogg (snoop dogg)
to it wit three girls on the side
hard nox crank the nine
with a carolina baseball cap pulled down
so the sun dont go in my eyes
we that type of guy, the guys that daddy dont like
with that old colonge that they used to wear
comin in here smellin just like
my head is towards the light
make sure the apples ripe
just wait the day i then pulled mine down
and nigga just bite me
what you doin in there with the lights off
you get in this living room right now
I wish he take his ass to a motherfuckin bingo session
he's just mad cause mines is bad and he 4got were
he put his viagra (Heeey)

<i>[Filbert]</i>
I bet you thought the record was over
didnt you?

<i>[2nd hook]</i>
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said)
Now what am I gone do with all these girls (Heeeyyy)

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
hoochie, coochie, yaya fool
put yo hands on the back of that stool
uhuh you bed not move
stop actin like this is something your used to
I've known you since high school
when they caught you in the gym behind the bleachers
with a jewish dude
yo name rung bells in the neighborhood
best head in the whole wide world
prettiest chest they ever gave to a woman
it almost hates to make a nigga stay still
i bet you'd ask in a fast time
hate to ask to make a nigga get krunk
some place were you aint spossed to be drunk
get tapped on till yo lil thang get drunk
and you face swell up like it was busted open
I told you this bop gotta whole lotta bump
now get on outta here (who am I)

<i>[2nd Hook]</i>
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said,)
meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said)
now what am I gone do with all these girls (Heeeeyyyyy)

(feat. Missy Elliott)

(Petey Pablo)
Man you see that
Everytime they with all them big cars, we can't get nothin
I don't like that, I don't like that at all

(Chorus)
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here

(Verse 1 - Petey Pablo)
Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle
To get every boy on his, brother Tim
Why you fuckin with him, he gone have you shame of yourself
Out on a limb and to far, to call help
I ain't hatin on him, I just heard it heard from him
He heard it from him, so he must have done it to them
Wait a cotton-pickin minute (Naw) y'all gone head
Get in the bed, hike up ya legs, give him some head
Girl play to win, work until the dick fall dead
I'm just hopin, I can get a chance to poke it myself
Yeah, for shizzle Mrs, Thizzle
My pager number (877 for Petey Pizzle)

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Missy Elliott)
My man at the crib, nigga what the deal
Look but don't feel, come on man I came to kill
I think you wanna chill, cause you on the X pills
In Zeffer hills, and make my titties look like the hills
Beg if you will, like I ain't gettin no deal
My ass give him chills, like a slut in high hills
My body is a meal, like fries in the ville
Now playa look at here, ain't nothin goin in my rear
My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear
Now can't you tear my underwear like apple and pears
(Oh Yeah!) Oh yeah sheezy my neezy
7793 come on hit me when you need me

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Petey Pablo)
Girl I got a half a pund of reffer, a thousand geeker pops
Call up all yo homegirls, see if they can come out
See if they'll show out, Freek-a-leek or somethin
See if they can boun-bounce over these speed bump-bumps
Make her blow the backdoor down
Make her scream loud (AHHH!)
Like on Girls Gone Wild, breaker break it down, turn it around
(ha - ha - ha) I'm tryin to throw a hooker hip out
Make her stick her tongue out (?) now sit down
Aint but one helicopter pilot in this chopper now
Show her what the chopper's about, you in Petey's house
Tu-tu-turn around, make a right and get the hell out

(Chorus)

Dizzy, whoo

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

Uh, give it to 'em, Petey, yo

<*In Backround*>
I feel you Pablo

[Petey Pablo]
This Petey Pablo
April the 9th, 19-2000
Diary of a sinner, huh, 1st entry

[Verse 1]
Dear diary, this the 1st time
I had a chance to sit and just think with a clear mind
has a homeboy stressed out for a little while, few things ain't work out
could somebody come out or it's about 3:29, i'll give it about another hour
I'm over here at your man house
on your man couch, just puttin these thoughts down
maybe this right here one day will be worth something
before we start messin up
you know you get big when you leave, it's a damn shame
but that's the way that it gotta be huh,
Look at Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
Marvin Gaye, Tupac, B.I.G. and Big Pun damn this pen messy

<Chorus>
a motherfucker had thought
and I had to write em down
it's the diary, of a sinner
a motherfucker had thought
then I had to write em down
liven life as a born loser
liven in a world that I didn't see ohhh

[Verse 2]
damn, I'm back, I had to change pen, I done got ink everywhere
all over my hand, and on my pant and how in the hell I get it way down there
just can't get it right
seem that everything I do just fall on one side
but I can say one thing, I don't always get mine, and I don't ever stop tryin
feel like I was here before my time
people say when they hear my rhyme
people see it when they look in my eye it's like ?
like 35 years on a 26 year life
i done walk so many miles in these shoes
I'm surprise that the bottom ain't wore out
I'm about to go take a walk right now

<Chorus>

[Verse 3]
mmmm hmmm
it wha good ta me, a little walk
just what I needed, cool breeze, nobody on the street with me
my own little world of peace
but reality gotta be what it gotta be
and nuttin in the book said, life will to be sweet
I'm pleased with the life that was given to me
i could of still been sleep
on my way so please when none this here will matter to me
'cause, know when I messed up, several times
i just done something tonite
and I know I know right from wrong
and that's what kill me
i still do the wrong thing
am I crazy, can't believe I got a damn diary

<Chorus>

oh oh oh ohh
liven life, liven life
ohh a diary, a diary ohh
and it's written on paper ohh
can't you just see it
all of my life oh,
all of my life oh,
all of my life

all of <x3>
all of my life oh lright
oh it's the diary of a sinner

[Petey Pablo]
there it is, my life
right there, right in your face
the diary, I want to thank everybody that went out and picked up the album
got the album, and got a chance to understand who, who I'm is
know what I'm sayin, everything I gave ya'll was the truth
damn I ran out of time

Oh yeah
Birdman
Prrrrrrr
Yeah

North Carceezy!
Oh yeah
Cash Money ha
Yeah

Get the money baby
Get this money baby
TQueezy!
It's Birdman baby
Freezy you did the damn thing boy

[Petey Pablo comes in]
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Holla at ya boy, Birdman!
Prrrrrrrrrr
Oh yeah
Uh huh

[Baby]
Ay ay
See I came around early
It was me and Ms Birdy
It ain't nothing to a pimp
It ain't nothing to a baller
Worldwide hustling known shot caller

[TQ]
Yeah yeah
When I came through dippin'
In the Bird Benz
With the Birdman and some Bird friends
I got big wheels
And every time I'm in the club it's a big deal

[Baby]
Mama on everything (oh yeah)
God bless the day and the 20 inches
Came around the corner with the slab on rags (alright)
Think about my dad and the shit we had

[TQ]
Ooh Lord, I remember yesterday
Trippin' hittin switches in a white on white tray
Caught a Bird with the Bird the very next day
Down to Carolina where is Petey

[Petey Pablo]
I tried to tell ya'll
It about to happen
Ayo Baby
How we're gonna have the Birdman and the Helicopter
Man on the same track
Yo Mannie, you cut the fool on this track
TQ, I see you boy
You out from West Coast to New Orleans and North
Carolina

Give a fuck what them New Orlean do
You know how I do
Mashin on 22's
I got a caddy to it

And a jag and a Benz and a corvette
Just like baseball ?bit?
I'm on deck ballin cat
All ya'll should call me that

Took mine, dip mine
Trippled the stack
Who's fucking with that
Carolina, Cash Money

Man, Mannie what you do to this track
TQ, Bird, Petey on the same jam
I'll be GOD DAMNed! It's on now!
And I don't expect you to understand

And this is for grown man
You standing on some dangerous land
And this time I got a master plan
I got a man with papers to handle the pistols

So I don't have to tj-tj-tj-tj
I done had it up to here with this shit
Take this track to the label
Here's your single bitch!

[Petey Pablo (Baby)]
(Petey Pablo baby!) ?all the time, boy
(Birdman!)
(Cash Money number 1!) You know ?
(C'mon) see'mon
(Mannie Freezy!) Show em how to do the time, Baby
(Prrrrr) Birdman, Helicopter Man, oh
Boy is crazy, boy
North Carolina to New Orleans, baby

[Petey Pablo]
We got some questions of my home town
While I was gone working on this album
Racking my brain going through all types of problems
'Cause the world would never get passed the first

Single I dropped
The whole album was hot
Bottom to the top
And this time I'm giving ya'll a whole enchilada

Rappin hard I went back to the drawing board
Got me a sharper sword
Jumped on the right horse
Good Lord!

It ain't a game anymore
It's a rain forrest of wack shit and I don't want no
Part to it
I done built me a fort I'm prepared for it

If the boat do sink, dawg, I won't on it
I was on the damn flight to New Orleans
And do a song with Souljah from Magnolia
Holla if you hear me

And I ain't dis, trip, flip script on none of my
Homies
It's Carolina till I die, whody!

[Petey Pablo (Baby)]
Yeah!
What ya'll gotta say about that there
Birdman
You better told em (Petey Pablo, baby!)
I told em (Petey Queezy be!)
Oh Lord (North Carceezy and ?Bird Beezy?, baby)
(NO and NC, baby)
(We doin it real real real big)
(So so so fly)

[TQ]
We fly, Baby
We fly

<i>[Petey arguing with cop]</i>
"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>[Verse 1]</i>
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?

<i>[sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over]</i>
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

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
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?

<i>[sung chorus in background, man talking over]</i>
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

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
you coulda had me couldn't ya?
all that time couldn't ya?
faggot - mad little penny-pinchin ass
that little cash wouldn't hurt you would it?
well it shouldn't should it?
you wouldn't be broke and not tell us would you? (haha)
c'mon, don't laugh, it could happen couldn't it? (yeah)
it wouldn't be so bad would it?
if I wasn't right there on your ass would it?
such little shit shouldn't effect you should it?
glitter my ass - I'm a star cat (now Petey you shouldn't even be like that)
mother fucker! (mother fucker)
didn't they tell you man?
all your dumbness is gunna come back on your monkey ass
you gunna be mad at this verse here ain't ya man?
I wrote a song a bout it
would you like to here it here it comes (ha ha ha ha ha haaa)

<i>[chorus sung, with man talking over]</i>
hey let me tell y'all something
I wanna tell y'all that this mother fucka here don't give a fuck
for real, he is pimp, straight up and motherfuckin down
y'all got to hear this shit
Petey Pablo - tha boy be out 19-2000 killin shit yo
aiyyo we outta here
we'll let this motherfuckin beat ride
we're gunna let y'all motherfuckers sit there
and enjoy the rest of this motherfuckin song
aight, that was just a fly ass intro to this whole thang,
the whole thang

(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

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aiyyo check this verse out
My platinum chains, my big willy, my Mercedes-Benz
That's right? <i>[laughing]</i>

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)
Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on
Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.
Hey take ya car keys (Jingle Jingle) to ya class E
Big body be for your CD- I mean, DVD
For ya T.V in ya head beats, in ya back seat
Haha, y'all think I'm mean
Runnin round talking bout the shit that you be talking bout
How you the drug game sold up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it
You shouldn't be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters and Techs and them AK47's
Illegal weapons you talking bout you snucked in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rappers steady getting robbed
I got two more verses for you (huh)
this ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya

<i>[Hook]</i>
I can write a song without ice, bitches, and cars
can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!)
I can blaze a track without bustin a gat at a cat
can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!)

<i>[Chorus 2x]</i>
Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin this
And they start to finding out what what rappin really is

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Verse 2, now that you know what the song's about
Yall probably cussin me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody like Eskimo
Rentin they jewelry from Jacob and don't think we know
You got a platinum piece but your chain is plain white gold
After the video it got to go back to the store
That's Crazy, talkin bout some shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of yourself
Yo, don't they call that frontin, holmes?
You ain't Jigga, Nigga
Nor can you spin like Puff
And got a cash money deal
So what's your Big Willy talk for?
I get so excited man, your track got me leapin
Then you start rhyming and (Yawn) I get sleepy

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
It's a sad situation, record labels buggin out
Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about (Whoa!)
Yeah that's crazy and you think about it baby
Only thing that changed in yo rhyme was ya date "2000"
Oh that shit is hot, put that on the album
You heard it with my man kick that shit (??)
Loud and proud, nigga swear he be throwin down
Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin sound alikes!
Sound-a-like (Mobb Deep!) Sound-a-like (Jay-Z!) Sound-a-like (B.I.G.!)
And we don't need no more please!

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Today we will be discussing... Love
(I don't think you hear me though)
Is there anyone.. (I don't think you hear me though)
Is there anyone.. (I don't think you, I don't think you)..
anyone...in love?

[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.

and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love.

[Verse One]
man, I was sure I had Ms. Perfect
I was settling down
through fuckin' round
most the time I stayed at her house
spent all my time, with her when we stayed in the town
thought this shit right here was really bout to work out
quickly found out, that wasn't her intentions
shorty phone used to ring e're five seconds
ain't pay attention
she would always take her calls in the kitchen
go to the sink, runnin' water like she washin' dishes
ain't tryin' a listen
I know how them shorties is
always in somebody business
gossipin', shootin' bullshit with her girlfriend
one day feelin like a joker
told her I wasn't comin over
Jive got me on the last flight out to Arizona, what I told her
went over unexpected
rung the bell (ding dong!) Domino's (just a second!)
opened the door with the robe on
she only put on, when she naked as the day she was born
I'm just standin' there with crossed arms
then her baby car came out
lookin' at me like ("Nigga wha's wrong?!")
Wha's wrong?!?

[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.

and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love.

[Verse Two]
if I ain't just get outta prison,
man listen, I'd a did him
by Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the nigga, I ain't' bullshittin'
glad I had my man with me
he fast, turned me around
pulled me out the house
to the car, nigga we out
I'm madder than a muhfucker, heart tore up
lookin for a clip to dry this off the side of (whoo!)
man I caught him in the house wit' my girl
damn 'cause that shit was fucked up
fuck her,.... just like the rest of 'em
I'm a tell ya somethin', I can't front
we been broke up for a couple of months
and I done called her up we talked
I ain't mad as I was
she ain't doin no mo' than I done
ya know?, just got caught wit her's
hit me right here when she told me she still had my stuff
(want me to bring it?) can you stay when you come?
(uh huh) DAMN!

[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.

and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love.

[Verse Three]
sheeeit, I ain't a sucker 'cause
shit, I can't help that I love her
my baby got some good stuff
I'm coo-coo for coco puffs
time to break out the candles
and old Marvin Gaye
huh, let me straighten up
aw, you know what?
hmmm, lemme call her back
where I put her number at?
ain't it 757-23..yeah, 36
see if she want some fish
I can fix it 'fore she get here
man, I hope my boo ain't left yet
aw, come on, come on
know you on the other line an' shit
(Hi Derek!) Derek!?! what the..? (Pablo?) BITCH!!

[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.

and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love. (x3, until fade)

[Petey Pablo:]
Let's take some calls from the request line.
Caller number one.....

[Caller:]
Ay,..man...whats up.
This Dominique from shay lil' shack bar.

[Petey Pablo:]
Whats up Dominique.

[Caller:]
I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo.

[Petey Pablo:]
Aight, I got that coming right up for you.
Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you
wanted.

[Caller:]
Double-u boom boom b baby!

[Bridge:]
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Fyna break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)

(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Can you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Fyna break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)

[Verse One:]
24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it.
Put a face and some cute lips, earing in her tongue and she'll know what to do wit it.
Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself.
Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, (ding dong) and she right there.
And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be (off and over there).
Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit.
I need a girl that I can freak wit,
and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick.
And love to get her pussy licked,
by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that.

[Chorus:]
FREAKALEEK!
(Do you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
(Do you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crystal
(Do you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
(Do you like it daddy?) Falicia
Tenisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Sharon
FREAKALEEK!
Monica
(Do you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(Do you like it daddy?) Yolanda

[Verse Two:]
I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong.
Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled (and I don't like to work that hard).
I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and let your eyes roll back and my toes curl.
(I love when you do that girl) Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers.
Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board?
Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can
yell as loud as you want to?
Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair?
Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there?
Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass?
I can give you anything you can handle!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Caller:]
Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy.

[Petey Pablo:]
Not a problem. You know I do it because I love you.
Now I got to give a shoutout to Seagrim Gin cus I drink it, and they
paying me for it.

[Chorus 2x] Song evaluation

[Petey Pablo:]
Let's take some calls from the request line.
Caller number one.....

[Caller:]
Ay,..man...whats up.
This Dominique from shay lil' shack bar.

[Petey Pablo:]
Whats up Dominique.

[Caller:]
I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo.

[Petey Pablo:]
Aight, I got that coming right up for you.
Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you
wanted.

[Caller:]
Double-u boom boom b baby!

[Bridge:]
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Fyna break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)

(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Can you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Fyna break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)

[Verse One:]
24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it.
Put a face and some cute lips, earing in her tongue and she'll know what to do wit it.
Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself.
Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, (ding dong) and she right there.
And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be (off and over there).
Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit.
I need a girl that I can freak wit,
and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick.
And love to get her pussy licked,
by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that.

[Chorus:]
FREAKALEEK!
(Do you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
(Do you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crystal
(Do you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
(Do you like it daddy?) Falicia
Tenisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Sharon
FREAKALEEK!
Monica
(Do you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(Do you like it daddy?) Yolanda

[Verse Two:]
I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong.
Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled (and I don't like to work that hard).
I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and let your eyes roll back and my toes curl.
(I love when you do that girl) Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers.
Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board?
Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can
yell as loud as you want to?
Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair?
Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there?
Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass?
I can give you anything you can handle!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Caller:]
Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy.

[Petey Pablo:]
Not a problem. You know I do it because I love you.
Now I got to give a shoutout to Seagrim Gin cus I drink it, and they
paying me for it.

[Chorus 2x] Song evaluation

(Petey Pablo:)
lets take some calls from the request line. caller number one..
(Caller:)
Ay,..man...whats up.
This Dominique from shay lil' trailer park.

(Petey Pablo:)
Whats up Dominique.

(Caller:)
I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo.

(Petey Pablo:)
Aight, I got that coming right up for you.
Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you
wanted.

(Caller:)
Double-u boom boom beats baby!

(Bridge:)
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Fyna break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)

(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Can you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Fyna break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)

(Verse One:)
24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it.
Put a face and some cute lips, earing in her tongue and she'll know what to do wit it.
Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself.
Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, (ding dong) and she right there.
And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be (off and over there).
Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit.
I need a girl that I can freak wit,
and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick.
And love to get her pussy licked,
by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that.

(Chorus:)
FREAKALEEK!
(Do you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
(Do you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crystal
(Do you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
(Do you like it daddy?) Falicia
Tenisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Sharon
FREAKALEEK!
Ke'arah
(Do you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(Do you like it daddy?) Yolanda

(Verse Two:)
I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong.
Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled (and I don't like to work that hard).
I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and with my eyess roll back and my toes curl.
(I love when you do that girl) Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers.
Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board?
Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can
yell as loud as you want to?
Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair?
Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there?
Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass?
I can give you anything you can handle!

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

(Caller:)
Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy.

(Petey Pablo:)
Not a problem. You know I do it because I love you.
Now I got to give a shoutout to Seagrims Gin cus I drink it, and they
paying me for it.

(Chorus 2x) Song evaluation

hey
and I can't be to late
how long we gon be here?
to when
where the hell is this taken me too?
man ya'll crazy The fun room?
no
the what?
man
ohh lord
c'mon
ha..ha
ohh lord
ah.....ah

[Petey Pablo]
its...its..its petey pablo (ah)
the first one to run the ball (ah)
97 yards in the first quarter (ah)
what's messing with those country boys? (man nothing at all)
me and mt partner dog (ah)
timberland on the itty bitty wizard of oz (ah)
greatest beat makers of the greek god (ah)
best thing that happen since the made cars
running things shiny to the north star (ah)
best communications since cellular
ill tell ya boy
we terrible (ah)
every time we get together its a odd (?)
load the pussy up, then we out the door
then what? to the studio
in the mic room baby on the floor
you know

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곡 150 | 담기 22 | 추천 2

(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)

AH!

(*Females voices humming*)

(Petey Pablo - talking)
Y'all ready ..
Y'all ready ..
Y'all ready ..

(Verse 1 - Petey Pablo)
One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina, put this whole shit
on the map
Went back got two states, y'all crammed way to the back
and brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)
Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the Army
I was a bad motherfucker, slightly retarded
Mentally institutionalized, since the '85
Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't blow down)
Look at me now, holdin it down
Doin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)
I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the president
And reppin both states (back here in Carolina)
Where the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)
His flow is incredible, style is bananas
I just wanna go to the Grammy's and I don't care if I win
Just to say I've been god dammit (god dammit)

(Chorus - Petey Pablo) - 2X
Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And that way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready)

Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And get your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready)

(*motorcycle engine*)

(Verse 2 - Petey Pablo)
On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home, lay in a - screen doors
Car in the back yard, dog chain tied up
Ain't drove it in years, sittin on nothin
Spit crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord, with house speakers
Bag, phone and beeper, corduroys and sneakers
Pit Spike Lee's and them shell toe Adidas
You don't know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)
Real definition of the greasy, grimy and gritty
You really fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga
Always lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin
I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your business
You better be ready to get it, cause I don't be bullshittin
I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin
I'ma blow up in this motherfucker

(Chorus) - 2X - w/ ad libs

(Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx)
Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up
85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me drive
Left off from LaGrange, passin through Squattenburg
On the way to High Point and my speech startin to slur
Better tell these sons of bitches, boy to move won't allow for me
To stop and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scout
It was just a little bump, shit you dented my Ferrari
Don't call the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorry
All we have done in the name of the south
Gave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" about
But I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivin
That fuckin school bus, know that Bubba still strivin
I want me a label, want me a mansion
Timmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to me
Rest assure though, the day is approachin
When these old country boys ain't just playin, they coachin

(Petey Pablo - talking)
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Y'all ready, get on dis motorcycle
(*motorcycle engine*), y'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Y'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle (*motorcycle engine*)
HEYYY!

(Chorus) - 2X

(*Female voices humming and motorycle engine continues until end*)

(featuring Petey Pablo)

[Sticky Fingaz - talking]
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin place
If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin your legs
If you use grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that

[Chorus - Petey Pablo]
Can you be rich and be ghetto? (Yep)
And just cause you poor do that mean that you ghetto? (Nope)
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
Bein' ghetto, it's just the things we do sometimes
Like hangin' your clothes on the oven to dry
But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet
(You put 'em on anyway, and rock 'em halfway wet)
First, you wear then return everything you buy
Always lookin for a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer
No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger
Drink from the container and put it back in the fridge
(Knowin' damn well the shit was wrong you did)
Put salt on your food, before you even taste it
Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin' shit
You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy
(When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny)

[Chorus 2x]

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
The ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what colour you are
You can be white as chalk or as black as tar
And it really don't matter how much money you have
(You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab)
You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of Chiclet
Run into the kitchen wet for dishwasher liquid
The water cold 'cause they shut off all your power
(You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower)
No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had
No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag
Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass
(But when you flush, the toilet always gets stopped up)
And if you got the money, the landlord never get it
We never pay the rent, yo we almost got evicted
If this shit is funny or offendin' you
(Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too)

[chorus 2x]

Can you be rich and be ghetto (3x)
And if you gotta ask then you'll probably never know
Ghetto
East Coast is the ghetto
West Coast is the ghetto
South Side is the ghetto
Everywhere is the ghetto
The ghetto
The ghetto
The ghetto
I'll probably die, in the ghetto..

[Ciara]
My Goodies, My Goodies, My Goodies
Not my goodies!

[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]
I got a sick reputation for handlin broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more.
And in my rap
Tell valet to bring my 'Lac
And I ain't comin back
So you can put a car right there.
I'm the truth
And ain't got nothin' to prove.
An you can ask anybody
Cuz they seen me do it.
Barracades, I run right through 'em
I'm used to 'em.
Throw all the dirt you want it's no use.
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.
(I love you boo)
Yeah freak and Petey love you too.
Ha Ha
You know how I do..

[Hook: Ciara]
You may look at me and think that I'm
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a young girl.
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for:
Sexy, independent, down to spend it type
that's gettin' his dough
I'm not bein too dramatic
that's the way I gotta have it.

[Chorus: Ciara]
I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

[Verse 2: Ciara]
Just because you drive a Benz
I'm not goin home with you.
You won't get no nookie or the cookies
I'm no rookie.
And still I'm
Sexy, independent
I ain't wit' it so you already know.
I'm not bein too dramatic
that's the way I gotta have it
You think you're slick
Tryna hit
But I'm not dumb
I'm not bein too dramatic
it's just how I gotta have it

[Chorus: Ciara]
I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
So damn hot but so young.
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil one
And you ain't got it all
Hey shawty
You think you bad but you ain't bad
I'll show you what bad is.
Bad is when you capable of beatin' the baddest.
I been workin' at it since I came to this planet
And I ain't quite there yet but I'm gettin' better at it.
Matter of fact,
Lemme tell it to you one mo' again
All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey!)
Ain't naa chick in here dat I can't have
Bada boom bada bam ba bam!

[Verse 4: Ciara]
You're insinuating that I'm hot
But these goodies boy are not
Just for any of the many men
that's tryna get on top.
No you can't call me later
And I don't want your number.
I'm not changin' stories
Just respect the play I'm callin'.

I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

Uh...Yeah...Uh...Yeah Uh Uh Uh

[Ciara]
My Goodies, My Goodies, My Goodies
Not my goodies!

[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]
I got a sick reputation for handlin broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more.
And in my rap
Tell valet to bring my 'Lac
And I ain't comin back
So you can put a car right there.
I'm the truth
And ain't got nothin' to prove.
An you can ask anybody
Cuz they seen me do it.
Barracades, I run right through 'em
I'm used to 'em.
Throw all the dirt you want it's no use.
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.
(I love you boo)
Yeah freak and Petey love you too.
Ha Ha
You know how I do..

[Hook: Ciara]
You may look at me and think that I'm
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a young girl.
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for:
Sexy, independent, down to spend it type
that's gettin' his dough
I'm not bein too dramatic
that's the way I gotta have it.

[Chorus: Ciara]
I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

[Verse 2: Ciara]
Just because you drive a Benz
I'm not goin home with you.
You won't get no nookie or the cookies
I'm no rookie.
And still I'm
Sexy, independent
I ain't wit' it so you already know.
I'm not bein too dramatic
that's the way I gotta have it
You think you're slick
Tryna hit
But I'm not dumb
I'm not bein too dramatic
it's just how I gotta have it

[Chorus: Ciara]
I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
So damn hot but so young.
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil one
And you ain't got it all
Hey shawty
You think you bad but you ain't bad
I'll show you what bad is.
Bad is when you capable of beatin' the baddest.
I been workin' at it since I came to this planet
And I ain't quite there yet but I'm gettin' better at it.
Matter of fact,
Lemme tell it to you one mo' again
All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey!)
Ain't naa chick in here dat I can't have
Bada boom bada bam ba bam!

[Verse 4: Ciara]
You're insinuating that I'm hot
But these goodies boy are not
Just for any of the many men
that's tryna get on top.
No you can't call me later
And I don't want your number.
I'm not changin' stories
Just respect the play I'm callin'.

I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

Uh...Yeah...Uh...Yeah Uh Uh Uh

My Goodies My Goodies
My Goodies Not my goodies
I got a sick reputation for
handlin broads
All I need is me a
few seconds or more
And in my rap
Tell valet to bring my Lac
And I ain't comin back
So you can put a
car right there
I'm the truth
And ain't got
nothin to prove
An you can ask anybody
Cuz they seen me do it
Barracades
I run right through
I'm used to
Throw all the dirt you
want it's no use
You still won't have a
pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin out
baskets of fruit
Yeah freak and Petey
love you too
Ha Ha
You know how I do
You may look at me and
think that I'm
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a
young girl
Baby this is what
I'm lookin' for
Sexy independent down to
spend it type
that's gettin his dough
I'm not bein too dramatic
that's the way
I gotta have it
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Maybe cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz
they stay in the jar
Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Just because you
drive a Benz
I'm not goin' home with you
You won't get no
nookie or the cookies
I'm no rookie
And still I'm
Sexy independent
I ain't wit it
so you already know
I'm not be in too dramatic
that's the way
I gotta have it
You think you're slick
Tryna hit
But I'm not dumb
I'm not be in too dramatic
it's just how
I gotta have it
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Maybe cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they
stay in the jar
Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
So damn hot but so young
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil one
And you ain't got it all
Hey shawty
You think you bad but you
ain't bad
I'll show you what bad is
Bad is when you capable of
beatin' the baddest
I been workin at it
since I came to this planet
And I ain't quite there yet
but I'm gettin'
better at it
Matter of fact
Lemme tell
it to you one mo again
All I got to do is tell a
girl who I am
Ain't naa chick in here dat
I can't have
Bada boom bada bam ba bam
You're insinuating that
I'm hot
But these goodies
boy are not
Just for any of the many men
that's tryna get on top
No you can't call me later
And I don't want your number
I'm not changin' stories
Just respect the play
I'm callin'
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Maybe cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz
they stay in the jar
Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Maybe cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz
they stay in the jar
Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh
Uh Yeah Uh Yeah Uh Uh Uh

(Yeah..so sweet so sweet)
When he spoke to me,
(his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah)
Just the sound of the voice,
When he spoke to me.

Sound of a god, send that chill down my body,
Now I was lifting, I tried to deny the ways I was feeling,
Cos the world had me all messed up controlling my decisions,
Had me at the point where I hated who I was, something had a hold on me,
and wouldn't budge at all, I felt myself sinking, until this all,
now all I could say was 'help me lord', and by god it hurted, I know it hurt because,

When he spoke to me,
(his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah)
Just the sound of the voice,
When he spoke to me.

Sound of a god, send that chill down my body,
Now I was lifting,
(shhhhh..wait a minute)
Just when I thought it was over,
(shhhhh..wait a minute)
N'i was bout to through in the towel,
My heart was heavy, with a bird left being a bird in the world and not being able to fly, my heart was heavy.
(so heavy..so heavy)
And if you don't know what I'm talking about then you must be crazy,
(you need to stand up) <i>[x6]</i>
God his got windows,
(aint that wit you)
You better stand up <i>[x4]</i>

Spoke to me,
(his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah)
Just the sound of the voice,
When he spoke to me.

Sound of a god, send that chill down my body,
Now I was lifting,
I just wanna say (thank you..for everything <i>[x4]</i>)
Every little thing, for every little thing,
I just wanna say (thank you..i said thank you <i>[x4]</i>)
Everything you've done for me, (everything <i>[x2]</i>)
Thank you <i>[x3]</i> I said thank you, thank you <i>[x2]</i>
I just wanna say thank you, thank you <i>[x2]</i>
Everything you did to me, your so wonderful, so beautiful, so...

He spoke to me,
I said thank you <i>[x4]</i>
Just the sound of the voice,
When he spoke to me.

Sound of a god, send that chill down my body,
Now I was lifting,
When he spoke to me,
(his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah)
Just the sound of the voice,
(his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah)
When he spoke to me.
(his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah)
Sound of a god, send that chill down my body,
Now I was lifting
(his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah)

(( 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))

(Chorus)
I swear, I would lock the door if the cops came and tell em you gone
I swear, I would rest in eternal sleep if they would let you live a little bit more
I swear, I'd give em my right arm, if they would just leave yo alone
Tell the truth, how much do I love ya
Tell the truth, more than you'll ever know

(Verse 1)
I'd tell you I'm tired of it, but nigga I will always be wit ya
Through hell or hot water it'll be me and you nigga
This can go down in the test of time
whether Ripley believe it or not, make it happen once in a lifetime
Kinda hard to find, two niggaz that growed up on two different sides of town
That get down like I get down, and done his like I done mines
Hit it off first time around, and been solid as the foundation under the house
This some, shit for us to brag about (bout it bout it)
We answered the question and never had to take the time to thank out
That's why I'll ride for my nigga, cry for my nigga
Die for my nigga
Hold ya one hand in the sky for ya nigga
Tell them you gone always remember

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
you know you one of the reasons I'm still breathin cause without you I don't know where in the hell I'd be
(homeboy)
You know life's been hard at home (homeboy)
That's what made us turn to the streets (homeboy)
I think that's what had us claimin thugs, sellin drugs
Duckin from the fuckin police, indulgin in
Boughshe women, foolish niggaz
Young, dumb, and off the leash
Outta control, but I wouldn't change it
If I could I would do it the same (if I can do it)
But if it wasn't for the game, teachin us game
We prolly would be stuck with the lames (but DAWG)
Somehow we made it, and I'm glad that I can tell ya today
That my nigga gone always be my nigga
'cause that's the way it's &#8216;pose to be

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Sometimes I want to play some ball, Sometimes I want to walk through the mall
(Sometimes I want to play some ball, and just walk through the mall)
Sometimes it ain't about the broads, and I just want to spend some time alone
(Sometimes it ain't about the broads, and I just want to spend some time alone wit my niggaz)
Sometimes I want to hop in the car, and drive till tomorrow
(Sometimes I want to hop in the car, and just drive till tomorrow)
Sometimes I want to pick the phone, just to see what's goin on
(Sometimes I gotta pick up the phone, just to see what's goin on wit my niggaz)

(Chorus 2x's)

(yeah...)
(heh...)
(hah...)
(Petey, Pab-lo)
(mmm...)
{Hook} (Petey singing) [Petey rapping]
I told y'all (I told y'all)
It was 'bout to happen, but y'all wouldn't listen to me
(I told y'all) Now you see it's poppin' off
Got you in he club, dancin' your ass off
(I told y'all) Break it down Break it down for me
Break it down Break it down Break it down for me
(I told y'all) Break it down for me
[Verse 1]
If y'all ready get your lighter and put your fire in the air
'Bout to blow this up (oh yeah)
(Is it?) It's on now
Petey Pab' done graduated
Broke 'em loose
Shook 'em off
Twist the game
(Chooga Chooga Chooga Chooga) train comin'
Full speed!
ain't nothin' stoppin' this muh'fucka
Puttin' it down (Ch- Chooga Chooga Chang)
In my hometown (My niggas keep pickin' me up)
I got it rockin' at the show
All year a motherfucker stompin' in the flo' (boom boom)
Losing control! (eyes closed)
Hands up (bob in the dome)
And you can call it what you want to (if you wanna)
But you better keep your eyes on it
I done told ya over and over
I don't feel like talkin' no more
It's about to go down (Just like I told ya)
[Hook]
Move over
Makin 'em diesel
Fueled up
Jesus
Mmwaaa!
Clear the road
Block it off
Hold it back
Make a path for it
I'm a creeper
Carolina street sweeper
My brother keep her
You better believe her
Good as a bag of Afghanistan reefer
I can't fuck wit me and y'all can't neither
(Hear me rap) You'll need bulletproof speakers
(My impact) Will kill 79 people
(Hah) The levels start to jumpin' on the needle
Then sparks start to shootin' out the speakers
DJ just just can't catch the needle
Clubs call the beaver for the flavor of the Petey
[Hook]
When they ask me where I'm from I say
Greenville, and Raleigh
Durham, Chapel Hill, Greensboro, Charlotte
Fairfield, Rocky Mount, and Tarboro
Pine Tops, Lil' Washington, Farmville
New Bern, Kinston, Snow Hill, Falkland
Please don't get me started
I could call 'em out til' tomorrow
Carolina's list alone is 16 malls
I'm bout to make a role call
Calling all out COULD TIMBALAND PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!
You can't miss kickoff
Watchin' these niggas get they shit off
Sending adrenaline rush through the whole park
Dust to dawn
From the club to the barn
Port to port
(Nigga!) From yard to yard
I done brought it from the far beyond
Stated claim
Got a name, got it painted and framed
MOTHERFUCKER!
[Hook] 2x
[ad libs until the end]

My Mamma said seem like yesterday when my brother he was gonna leave here
say he was gonna go and make something of heself
see my brother wants just to be a rapper
and he could rap real good too,
he used to have this book he used to carry around with him all the time
he used to calle it a diary, he used to take it everywhere he went
one day he took it to church when we went to sunday school
And the pastor asked him whats that you got in your hands
He said this is my diary
and the pastor told him that sinners couldn't have no diarys
My brother said he was lying, and my brother said if he couldn't have a diary
cause he was a sinner, he would just call it a diary of a sinner
My mamma told him dont worry about what pastor said, my mamma told him dont
worry about what nobody said
if that was your diary, thats gonna be your diary
Thats what my mamma said
He said he gonna turn it into an album, and i believe him too
Im just waitin' One day. One day we gonna turn on the radio...........

Ay, Check this out,This the Carolina Birddog
AKA Ginboy, Mister Ginboy, Y'all know what it is
I got my man Gotto in the house tonight
I got my homeboy Bryan in the house tonight
We gone represent, Carolina we back baby
Holla atcha boy

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
We came to fill the gap in the game
The helicopter man took and bought him a plane
Now I guess I'm just gone have to pick me a name
To place cross the face of my new runway
International roller, while y'all still ridin round local
Crusin through in somethin' chopped off at the roof
Tearin up my baby doll new hair-do
Candy painted sittin on some brand new shoes
Aint studying nothin' lesser than them 22's
Actin a fool, by the hip-hop and the music
Doin tricks, hittin switches like (uh uh uh)
All us sittin on dubs, and all our guls cut cuz
Y'all broke, and can't get shit from us
Besides a motherfuckin dick to suck (C'mon)

<i>[Chorus - 2X]</i>
Shit, Gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam
Awww Shit, gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Carolina nigga got the game on lock
You can tell a pimp nigga when you see his car
Still tickin passin him with two bad hoes
Window rolled down so his curls can blow
That boy from the west coast, naw I don't thank so
I thank he from down south, where they get low
(To the windowwwwwwwwww!) dual pipes and vogues
Sippin gin, head in the wind, you seen it before
You know how we roll, cars both sides of the road
Like a motherfuckin pimp nigga, watch me hoe
Cut that shit down, what he talking bout
He just mad cuz, his girlfriend turned out
Look at that bitch in that truck, bouncin that butt
(Look at that bitch in that truck, bouncin that butt)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Aight, now what we do right now, we gone go back
Way back, c'mon c'mon

Yo momma, yo daddy, yo greasy greasy grandmammy
These girls scandalous, got holes in they panties
Got big behinds like Frankenstein
Breathe smeel just as shitty
And meatballs on they titty
And scrambled eggs down 'tween they legs
Aint yo girlfriend pretty

YEEAAAAH! This is another Lil'Jon production
Petey Pablo, y'all what it is
Set it off

<i>[Chorus]</i>

you know I'd like to come over there
and just choke the life outta ya right in front of Jesus <i>[laugh]</i>

Ladies and Gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen)
The party will continue (the party will continue)
in 5,4,3,2,1.

Party ain't over til 6 o'clock
But my man got the hook up at the Marriott
We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot
And la di da da da
(Repeat)

Tip toe through the tulips
'scuse me
Looking for a night like q-t??
Bad momma driven like rule me
With a body type type like eww-wee
Couple cosmos and she ready to leave
Don't care where she goin, she just rollin with me
Got her ever so tight in the back of the jeep
More like an Isley brother, sister between the sheets
Over 18, love sex and weed
Won't get mad, if I won't do her but she'll still do me
Want me to spank her while I bang her on the balcony
The more I close hang her, well the more she screams
The car stopping, dogs barkin, the whole world can see
If it ain't botherin shorty, it ain't fuckin with me
Ya know what I mean, oochie-wally sing it for me
la di da da da
Sing it for me

Party ain't over til 6 o'clock
But my man got the hook up at the Marriott
We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot
And la di da da da

(Repeat)

Slide me your number like hey yo
keep it on the low
boyfriend sittin at the bar next door
Right there, shorty damn near touchin my nose
I don't know how she gonna do it
but I'm ready to go
Club hot, but I want to go somewhere that's cold
AC, king size, on the fifth floor, (you know)
That's just the way I roll
Same way you can roll if you go with the flow
c'mon handle your business and a duck your nigga
soon as I duck these chickens, we gonna, get the gettin
Can't wait to dig in the kitty, you got my attention
Your itty bitty waist, got me twitchin in my britches
Feanin for that sticky icky come get me
Good God almighty, hot dog and chili
Hmmm, oochie-wally sing it for me
sing it for me

Party ain't over til 6 o'clock
But my man got the hook up at the Marriott
We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot
And la di da da da

(Repeat)

Quiero que me evas, contigo, esta noche papi?

No speak espanol; Ebonics
Bang bang boogie, the chocolate chip cookie
The papa don, the pick and prime, pink pretty
Smother me, tell me you love me, blow my head up
Everything you say can be ??????
Just treat me right, come with me tonight
It's like all good, and a-all right
c'mon baby girl just tell me you want it
And we'll be jumpin til 6 in the morning

Party ain't over til 6 o'clock
But my man got the hook up at the Marriott
We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot
And la di da da da

(Repeat)

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
This, is a Petey Pizzle, Productshizzle
Thank you man

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Dawg, you ain't had to worry bout us, we wasn't even thinkin bout ya
Til you went to flyin out the mouth (all cattacornered)
Where the fuck did Petey go, (One-hit wonder) hell naw
I just been out here up on this horse that I done jumped on
Enjoyin myself a little bit cause I deserve it
Befor Sadaam and ol Sadonna Jones supposed to
Get my ass I nthe Taliban bad ass it's over
Fuckin up some more planes my taxes pay for
Let me break it down for ya, everythang round here
Got Carolina on it bitch, I'm in charge of it
I don't care what shwaty said, security handle that
Before we start to rearrangin shit up here with his ass
Oh yeah, we can go there, I'm qualified for this here
And certified, downtown, ready to stir it
So before you start to, ease up a little on this here
You gone hate it when I do that right there (Right There)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Still off the chain, still in the game
I gotta hear you say (Petey Pab Motherfucka!)
That's right baby, two scoops of raisins
Half man and half amazing
This time I got that purple in my haze, candy on my paint
Rocks a little larger on the side of my face
I'm the Mr.Carolina chairboard spokesman
Hail to the king (Thanks For Your Support)
If any nigga out there feel that they just wanna kill they self
To run up here and try to take what's mine (Let Em Help They Self)
I ain't got no greaps or gripes, you choose how you lose your life
Gun bustin, knife cuttin, motherfucker fist fight me
Watch how Carolina wild out for they homeboy
Some of them don't like me but they ain't gone let you hurt me
You can bet that there on the left cheek of yo ass
I'm the fuckin man round here (Sound Off)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
I rep for the prisons, I rap for the block
All my nine to fivers out there workin jobs
I rep for single parents that don't need they baby daddy
To buy them not nan pamper, show them punk bitches you can handle it
Chinese, Japanese, Portugese, Hispanic
Phillipine, Dime piece , the white ones and the black ones
Cherokee, Mix Breeds, over here to cross seas
If y'all don't sound off I'm leavin (Sweet Jesus!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i>
Ohhh yeah! Petey Pab' is in here
Yo what's up y'all?
Yo let me hear y'all make some noise
C'mon! Get 'em up!
Y'all ready to get it on?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
With it with it one mo' 'gin, Petey back in this bitch (HA!)
Wit-a wit-a wit-a new-new damn flow that's sick
Get ready to change it back, it's a new ball in the game now
New rules, ain't no out of bounds
Nigga nigga this shit's storm, them boys
Keep your, proper composure, your p-poise (y-yeah)
We don't want a forum, we just wanna show 'em
That-that we got somethin if we need to throw 'em
Maaaan, we the coolest that there is (nigga)
This here, this year, came with the papers and package, it did
I'm a, I'm a real gangsta
Slash, rapper, you the dick?
Greasy grimy grid-itty, ain't no playin Pid-etey
Really God-didi-damn, POW, nah
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM ??them them didi-there it is
I'm expectin nothin but motherfuckers jumpin
when it, when it, when it, when it, when it

<i>[Chorus]</i>
WHEN IT GET, LIVE! JAM, LIVE!
PACKED, LIKE, THIS! AHHHH!
LOVIN IT, THAT'S HOW WE WANT IT
LIKE, THIS, LIKE, THIS!
WHEN IT GET, LIVE! JAM, LIVE!
PACKED, LIKE, THIS! AHHHH!
LOVIN IT, THAT'S HOW WE WANT IT
LIKE, THIS, LIKE, THIS! AHHHH!

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
Didn't I tell ya, HA!
It won't go tolerate some more time forrr them to make up they mind
Puttin the call that no close somewhere we at lady
Sh-sh-shakin your groove thang (p-p-playa)
Doin it the playa way
So what'chu gon' do now we got you, got you lit up in the light?
And blunted up and high
You like it, like (your) nighty-night
(Full of) somethin-somethin (fun) and excitin
Really really one of one of them, a hot tamale
Pants fittin tight as a, pair of stockings (Lord)
Lookin round this p-party
Each and everybody crunk up and, rowdy-rowdy
'Bout to be a whole bunch of motherfuckers in this motherfucker tearin up
Nigga get much (nigga get what!) GET GET GET GET UP!

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Outro]</i>
Yeah, yo
Aiyyo I appreciate, aiyyo
Petey Pablo, "Diary of a Sinner"
In stores, 19-2000 baby
We love y'all (yo yo Paul!)
(Give it to the street right there man)
(Yo you gotta hit 'em with somethin else!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

with no hopes
and my will to live
barely a care in this world to me
i found a way
kidnapped and confined
within a system designed
to destroy the inncocent child that i use to be
it stripped me mentally naked
embarrassing my mommas first born
did i deserve that kind of fate?
Was all that was happening to me
really written in the powerfull and allmighty book of life?
I dont think so
My tears would soak the pages that i write upon
if i couldn't close the windows to my soul
and stand strong in the midst of these storms
Maybe my story is
in some way or another fimilar with yours
is that why this aint even a song
but yet you still.. you wanna here this once more
i play this everytime i wanna reflect from
which ive come from
to help me see were it is im trying to go
and even though grandma and our sisters
left me some time ago
i still go by and sit on the front porch as if i dont even know
but im getting better
my mom
my two sisters...ebony and tanya
destiny
man i got mikey and shocker now
my homeboyz
and those that love me regardless
Diary of a sinner
another entry
i guess i'll finish this tomorrow

95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole
Throwin the crooked finger ddd- ridin the west coast
Giv em' some real soldiers
Why'all son of bitches, hoes
I called it like I called it
Think I'm wrong, step forward
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
Quit fantisizing bout that man, and live on
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
Probly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonite were gettin closure,I'm pointin out folks
Pullin niggaz cards, exposin what ya hold
I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more
Just had some shit on my mind,in my chest I had to get off
You can't judge a mutha fuckin book by its cover
But I can spot a bitch a mile away
Pardon me brotha
Chorus
O its on, get at me, bitch I won't slap the shit outcha
Whacho want, Drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O its on, get it, bitch I won't slap the shit whacho want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
" " " " " " " " " " " " " " "
" " " "
O its on, get it, bitch I won't slap the shit whacho want, drag cummon get ya some, mutha fuchas
Verse 2
These niggaz catchin feelings
They ain't men they women
And he gay 'cause he wit em and he trying to defend em
So I say we should expose these hoes
I think our fans should know they gon shoot up yo shows
Its on know ya'll can cummon down
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer
I swear it make no sound
A 4-5 calibur with some bullets that so round
50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya
Throw on some frank sinatra and order me some pasta
They fuckin with some mobstas
See we can get it done, and I bet you at his funeral
Nobody gon come
I ain't here to be beefin wit no nigga to get a name
If you pussie and show yo panties, I'm pullin out my thang
Got a habit of smackin faggots with semi-automatics
You niggas in trouble
Buck and petey back at it its on!
(chorus)
If you jump off in the club its a jump off in the club
She can tow up just get tore up like I give a good fuck
All the champagne I don bought but why'all don paid for this chair
That I'm fittin to take and break acros this son of bitch head
Look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (10 ton(
That's on everything I love to drop then
Fuckin round get a main artery cut in half
Blood gushin out the side of you're neck bleedin to death
Needin a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man
Its gettin crucial out here n you takin this shit for granite
Pussy punk, panty wearin mascara faggot
Blowpop suckin ass,juicy fruity crooked man
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
Backstabbin motherfuckin crabs in a barell
I can't stand em, but I bet I can handle em

Petey Pablo: Talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you today
The new album from Petey Pablo, "Still Writing in My Diary: The 2nd Entry"
The boy hot now; he been gone for a little while, had a little vacation, enjoyin' life
But that's what you're supposed to do when you get there: enjoy your life
Y'naw'mean, 'cause this ain't promised to us tomorrow, we can lose this shit tonight
Ya understand what I'm sayin'
but this young man that I'm bringin' before you today, has done it all
He's been at the lowest of the low, he's been at the top of the world
And he still remains grounded, that's a trill nigga, street cat
A fine young man, and I'm very proud to
be able to say that I even know the young fellow
But without further ado, because I know you've been waitin'
Still writin' in his diary, the 2nd entry

My mama said, "Can you give her 3 dollars for a 5 dollar book of food stamps
so she can get her some cigarettes?" (laughs)

Ya see, I go through some shit called voice exercisin'
When I go in the booth, and I go in there
and I just lay a hook now 'n then, know what I'm sayin'
Like this shit right here

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
Time to take them shirts off again (put 'em back up in the air)
Represent, represent (put 'em back up in the air)
I really need you to mean it, mean it, mean it (put 'em back up in the air)
Start up that South shit again (put 'em back up in the air)

[Petey Pablo]
What you want this time, more fire?
Your problem, I got it (I got it)
Y'all better be ready to call the motherfuckin' firetruck
to come up in this bitch an' put me out (yeah, yeah)
Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin' it down (I brought this fire, baby)
Stronger than we've ever been baby boy
y'all in trouble now (now now now now now now)
If y'all ain't ready (ready), better find your door
it's time to go and y'all gotta get out
All up in the wheels and under your heels
and let the best thing to roll you out
If you been there, I ain't got to talk to you about it
It don't get more gangsta, gangsta than it gets in this South

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]

[Petey Pablo]
Got another rake, got another lawn mower, got another hoe
A brand new weed wacker, with diamonds on the top where you hold
Got a water hose, anything you want it up on
Carolina (?) painted float to go with my post
I be out there in that water 'round them rich white folks
And caught me fishin', but guess what, dog, I look good in that boat
I'm just as country as the day I was born, I love it
Change my name for me (Mmmmmm mmmmmm P-P-Petey Pablo, ?)
Bob your head, get your thang off, show yourself
Look around ya boy, if that ain't there the South at its best
We run this shit here, all this shit here, nigga, look at me man
Your Jack ain't why you should be worried, it's the Ace in my hand

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]

[Petey Pablo]
I'm sellin this song out to everybody that took the time when I ain't got my shit
Record store, bootleg, under hung and everywhere that my CD is at
I take my hat off, if it weren't for y'all, I wouldn't be nothin' at all
And Carolina would still be two states, y'all motherfuckers used this to drive across
Do you see anything on my goddamn face that look like I'm playin'?
Have I said anything tonight, that y'all motherfuckin' niggaz ain't understand?
That I leave when I had a reason, talk to me man!
Naw I stayed, 'cause this where I was born and raised
(And I) I swear on everything I love
I'ma do my best to keep doin' it for us
And I don't need a gold on a black to black
just some down at home country love (country love)
I don't ask for much (huuuuuh huuuuhhh)
that's enough to keep my heart in the court (huuuuuh huuuuhhh)
Tell the truth, it's really messin' me up
to see all y'all niggaz still raisin' up (ooooooooooh)

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put 'em back up in the air
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Repeat 4x]

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]

<i>[Petey Pablo talking]</i>
To get with me, 2000
Yo Pete, I think they ready for you
Give y'all some of me
YEAH!

<i>[Hook x2]</i>
Petey Pablo - Petey Pab
Petey Pablo - Petey Pab
Petey Pablo - Petey Pab
Petey Pablo...Pablo...Pablo

What's up witcha hot boys, hot girls
Came in to see dogg didn't ya cuz
Uh-huh, love is love
That's the reason I hold it down for y'all
Y'all muh'fuckas do the same for Pun
But I'ma keep fuckin' with y'all
Kick it like I been kickin' with y'all
I owe it all to y'all
Y'all was the muh'fuckas that gave a goddamn
Anything I got, nigga you can get half
Word on my grandmama that passed
You stay right by a nigga like me and you'll get blessed
Ain't fuckin' with that, down cuz of what I got
That's how a nigga get sprung in the back part
Muh'fucka fakin' the funk, and then a nigga get jumped on
And they don't know where it come from
Bet they do, punk-ass tell the truth
Petey done what he said he'd do
Came home where I'm at now, hit the road, I'm out
Everytime I open my mouth ya hear "Dirty South"
D-D-Dat's what I'm talkin' bout
My muh'fuckin' name's been in an' out yo mouth
My nigga, my neck uv da woods
Give a shout out, North Carolina, in tha house
Shit got a lot better, while I got a lot fedda
House got a lot bigger, truck got a step betta
Folks think I'm out of my mind
I'm out of line a lot of times
I don't give a fuck about guidelines
Do what I wanna do, when I wanna do it
You-you ain't like what I'm doin', you ain't got to
I ain't mad at ya, but eventually
You gon' find yourself callin' me

<i>[Hook x1 1/2]</i>

One of the realest said I came on his first joint
Like how the niggaz on the second and third
Runnin' the world, greatest, I ain't put it in words
Jumpin' and settin' my muh'fuckin' top boy
Representin' my crew, you know
Ain't too many that put it down like I do
North Cac-this, North Cac-that
I'ma hit ya back to back wit that, muh'fuckin' hot shit
Y'all ready to get it (Yeah), ready to set it (Yeah)
Headin' up in two headers, nineteen two-thousand shit is headed
Pump the magnetic, apoletic, cosmetic
Cosmotolic, just paramedic slash schizophrenic
Energetic, you spaz in minutes and milliseconds
PLay the wrong video-edit, do you like Puff did it
Go to court get the charges aquitted
Muh'fucka like O.J., muh'fucka like no wins
Yeah, you know nigga like WHOA win
Rah Digga video, Black Rob in the new "Down Atlanta"
Me and Bus doin' interviews, slangin' wood around town
Fuckin' two at a time, muh'fucka, that's all he ain't got some
How you like the sound, Petey three sound
Hip-hop, R&B and underground, here playa
It's me this year, WHAT MY NAME IS

<i>[Hook x2 repeats "Petey" till end]</i>

[David Nevermind] (Petey Pablo)
This is David Nevermind
And today's controversy is coming from yet another member
(Aiyyo tell 'em that we not gon' be playin)
or should I say members of the hip-hop community:
(I'll blaze 'em niggaz) Petey Pablo - a new artist signed under Jive
(Aiyyo go get my homeboys) and has teamed up with Timbaland, outta V.A.
(We gonna blow this up) In a quest to redeem his title
And bring, North Carolina, and Virginia, to the front of the line
(Yeah, we gon' do it) We're gonna stand by

[Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' hand
Spin it like a helicopter
North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!

[Petey Pablo]
Who am I? Petey Pab' motherfucker!
First to put it down for North Carolina
But guess what (what?), it's been worth it
I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car!)
Black wit the bars from the front to back
and got a button in the middle, make the trunk go "eh-eh"
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin whatchu gettin and drivin all back here
Big fellas (six fellas)
Half of me and Carolina niggaz done time together
Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Greene County, Tillery, damn
Transfer, Sandy Ridge, Browns over here (greens over here)
Pasqoutank, down on the, Odom East (lemme think)
Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville
(Man Currituck) Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville
And all my niggaz doin life behind the wall
This right here, right here, right here's for

[Chorus]

[Petey Pablo]
Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it
You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all
The radio and put our own lil' part in the song y'all
We used to (Rep our city, rep our city!)
Runnin through the school halls
just before our basketball pep-rally jumped off
(hah!) My house, my home, my hood (hah!)
My brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!)
My niggaz that was there from the beginin
been wit me even 'fore they knew what bein with me was
Y'all niggaz just glanced at it, now I gotcha starin at it
but it's been the same ol' North Carolina it's been bein
Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it?
Oh you thought we said we were comin wit a whole lotta somethin
we were bullshhh! (ahh!)

[Chorus]

[Petey Pablo]
Man I had to do it
just incase you were one of the ones who wanted to come and ask somethin stupid
(What you think you doin?) What it look like?
Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side
North Carolina, South Carolina
And all my little bity overlooked hick towns
We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nothin but a T.T. blast
that we got comin atcha, (beat) slammin, (first) classic
(Gold for this) What's after platinum?
(Baby you don't want the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya
but I'm about to bring it home
Blow these valleys, these hills, these streams and N.C. outta the water
How's it feel to look a motherfucker dead in the grill
and tell 'em - "I told ya!"

[Chorus]

[David Nevermind]
Uhh, af-after seeing this
I-I have no other questions, I, I mean I
Hey look, this is David Nevermind
I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here, remember
If I'm ever caught with anything I'm not supposed to have it's Nevermind
North Carolina and V.A. are definitely at the front of the line
You have my vote of support, over and out

This is David Nevermind
And today's controversy is coming from yet another member
or should I say members of the hip-hop community.
Petey Pablo - a new artist signed under
Jive has teamed up with Timbaland, outta V.A.
In a quest to redeem his title And
bring, North Carolina, and Virginia, to the front of the line.
We're gonna stand by

<i>[Chorus]</i>

This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter. South Carolina!C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!
Hot Atlanta.C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist
it round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter.State of Virginia,
C'mon and raise up
This one's for you. uh-uh, this ones for who?
Us, us, us;yes sir!

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
Who am I? Petey Pab motherfucker!
First to put it down for North Carolina
But guess what (what?), it's been worth it
I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (seen it cuz)
Black fifty-four from the front to back and got a button in the middle,
make the trunk go eh-eh
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin whatchu gettin and dribble on back here
Big fellas (sick fellas)
Half of me and Carolina niggaz, I'm tired of y'all
Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Greene County, Timbaland, damn
Transfer, Santa ria Browns over here (greens over here)
Pasqoutank, down on the, Odom East (lemme think)
Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville
(Mt. Canata) Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville
And all my niggaz doin life behind the wall
This right here, right here, right here's for
<i>[Chorus 2]</i>

This one's for New York city! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter
Jersey to Phillie! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!
D.C to maryland! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter
Houston to Dallas!C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
(Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it)
You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all
The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all
We used to (Rep our city, rep our city!)
Runnin through the school halls
just before our basketball pep-rally jumped yall(hah!)
My house, my home, my hood (hah!)
My brother, my sister, my cuz(hah!)
My niggaz that was there from the 'ginin been wit me
'fore he even knew what bein with me was
Y'all niggaz just glanced at it, now I gotcha starin at it
Wouldn't been the same ol' North Carolina's pimpin
Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it?
Oh you thought we said we were comin wit a whole lotta songs
we were bullsitin

<i>[chorus3]</i>
This one's for New Orleans!C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter
St.Louie! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir
MIA!C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter
on the way to L.A! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir

<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
Man I had to do it
just incase you were one of the ones
who wanted to come and ask somethin stupid
(What you think you doin?) What it look like?
Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side
North Carolina, South Carolina
And all my little bitty open little cape towns
We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nothin but a T.D. blast
so whacha got comin atcha
(beat) slammin, (first) classic
(Go for this) What's after platinum?
(Baby you don't want the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya
but I'm about to bring it home

Blow these fellas, these hills, these things and N.C. out the water
How's it feel to lose to motherfucker that be real
Now tell 'em - "I told ya!"

<i>[Chorus4]</i>

This one's for Chi-Town playas!C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter
(c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Las Vegas! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!
The bay area! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter
The whole world baby! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!

<i>[David Nevermind]</i>
Uhh, af-after seeing this
I, I have no other questions, I, I mean I
Hey look, this is David Nevermind
I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here
Remember, if I ever talked anything about the Polk guys, nevermind
North Carolina and V.A. are definitely at the front of the line
You have my vote of support, over and out

<i>[music until fade]</i>

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)

Who rang my phone?
That boy gonna be a singer one day for real

Naw man get serious for a minute

I said
And I said
And I said
Cause he told me, cause he told me, cause he told me

<i>[Hook]</i>
Why should I worry about what people say?
When they gonna talk about me anyway
They gonna make up all sort of thangs
I just got to be the bigger man
And let it roll off
The talk don't bother me
I believe in me if nobody else does
And let it roll off
Just like the water on the feather of a dove's back, yeah, I said

You know it probably wouldn't worry me so much
If I was out there and behind closed doors
I was what they call caught up
Stealing donkin and drugs, living reckless
And taking advantage of all I worked so damn hard for
Really needed help, but afraid to ask
Lonely, depressed, or just needed someone else
On the verge of giving up, paranoid, scared
Totally overlooking how much I been blessed
How could you understand what you say they said
And most of all why they said it, and I just nod my head
When you wrong you're wrong, I'll admit it
I'll confess to anything if I did it
But to spread unnecessary lies, I don't get it
How could you find enjoyment in my business?
You know what, forget it
Talk my nigga
If you wasn't talking about me, I probably miss ya

<i>[Hook]</i>

Petey doing this, Petey doing that
I seen Petey here, but what he doing there?
Why you don't come and ask
It ain't gonna make me mad
I respect that more than you doing it like you have.
Bothering my family scaring them to death
Why you talking to them about me
When you can talk to me yourself
I might blast back, lose it
And tear into your ass
Or I could be a man about it
And talk and clear the air
But you don't never know that cause you won't take the chance
What that mean? You missing something in the crotch of your pants
He can make me laugh
Cause sometime the story can be so outrageous
can't say nothing but damn
You know what I really am?
Beyond that
Her momma told me something one day
And I ain't forgot it
If they scared to my lie to my Heavenly Father's precious name
Then who am I to complain?

<i>[Hook]</i>

I don't care, go head
Stop, get away from here
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
I don't care, go head
Stop, get away from here
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone

The rumors you spread don't bother me
The lies you telling don't bother me
I thought about it
And I wouldn't be no better than you

I don't care, go head
Stop, get away from here
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone

<i>[Hook x2]</i>

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)

Yeah I seen em come through here a couple times
I didnt think nuttin of em
Y'know what I'm sayin
But that shit you dont talk that huh?
That shit shocked everybody

<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Petey]</i>
Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa)
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall (yessir)
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it (and i)
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
<i>[Petey]</i>
I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab
When I was apache rappin in the penetentury yard
Eatin ?? outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meat
Waitin for the day cut in the term and free
So I could get out here and make mama proud of me
And do the right thing run up on the right man
That can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to be
Had to get ejected cause the game a cold
Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door
Oh no, hell naw (say what!?)
Get lost (Hold up)
Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie)
Fucked around one night went out in New York
When I met one of the brothers "up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money been a real long head
That bout says it all (c'mon)

<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Petey]</i>
Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
<i>[Petey]</i>
(Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me all the time
Just incase one of these motherfuckers loose they mind
And run up on me like I aint gone hold it down for mine
I can show you better than tryin to tell ya bout it
See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county
Where these niggas used to run around armed and robbin
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolen
Till one day nigga caught a hold to him
Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat
Oh naw (hell naw)
Shit yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?)
What the fuck you think I did?
Told Grama, granny told Grampa
Grampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy)
Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure off
Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth (ahhhh)

<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Petey]</i>
Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
<i>[Petey]</i>
They aint certified till a nigga run in they house
Put the thang in they mouth and blow errrthing they think out
Run around actin like bitches (talkin bout errrbody)
You gone make me loose it all (I swear to God)
I wasnt gone talk about it but, God damnit!
This motherfucker bout to piss me off (errrrrr)
And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin nigga down here in Raleigh (keep goin!)
I dont give a fat bitch big titty pair one of yall motherfuckin play my shit (my nigga!)
And the couple of spins that yall son-bitches did give me came from my man and them (Devious!)
Man fuck that church boy grab the looks
Come on the motherfuckin road with us (trust ya home boy)
If I said anything I aint spossed to said and hurt anyone of yall them fuck it

<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Petey]</i>
Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor...

It won't until i was dead broke and about to go crazy
Half a tank of gas, two cigerattes
scraping up change in an ashtray.
Had a voice said,
it's only a test of my faith.
It was only..............

(Verse 1)

Damn,
this song for dat nigga south,
that I was tellin y'all bout.
y'all check dis nigga shit out
Remember the song i told you came on sound like,
how he was at a point on his own,
and the promblems seem to be takin a toll
that he been fightin for so long.
Seemed like erthang he did went wrong,
But he found the strength to keep on goin.
And wrote songs about it later on.
You know that shit hit me home,
especially when he would talk about the money he owed.
How he took the bills andhe payed somethin on each one.
Like he put sometin on his light bill,
somethin on his phone.
He'll get a lil money,
and he'd pay a lil mo.
He ain't have a lot so he just payed what he could on it.
And somehow he just managed to keep all this stuff goin.
It won't nothin but the grace of the Lord,
'cause I remember
I was............

(Chorus)

It won't until i was dead broke and about to go crazy
Half a tank of gas, two cigerattes
scraping up change in an ashtray.
Had a voice said,
it's only a test of my faith.
It was only..............

(Verse 2)

So it seemed ertime he got himself off the ground,
somethin'd come and knock him right back down.
Sometimes he wanted to just lay on out for the count,
fustrated and tired,
but he got on up anyhow.
And wit a smile I'm talkin bout.
Make you ask yourself "How?"
And then 'cause just broke it down for me he said....

(Singing and Pablo talkin in the background)
I ain't neva been dis happy in my life.
Ain't got a dime more then i had.
But everything seems alright.
And they say he ain't know...
Havin the joy of a piece of mind
is more than any problem i ever had at the time.
And now I know and I'm so glad.

It was only
a sign of the tide.
It was only
askin me why should i cry.
It was only
Singing be glad your alive today.
Only a test of my faith.

(Pablo)

Man that boy can sing that song.
Play this shit ermorning,
just ta get my lil day goin.
You just don't know how this had touched my soul to find out i won't da only
one that been through somethin.
Almost the exact same somethin,
was eatin me up.
Knew what it was,
just could'nt put it in words.
I ain't neva been the type to really talk to nobody
so all the problems that i had,
I just kept em all inside.
y'all had enough of ya own
to worry bout,
the lil situation i had goin on.
But you know God won't let you suffer too long.
I ain't even had da radio on,
I was out on the porche,
den Boom.
From the Heavens above,
just when I was at that point,
when I was just about to mess up,
Man Buda played this song fo me 'cause and i just shook my head like
"uh uh uh"

(Chorus)
It was only
a sign of the tide.
It was only
askin me why should i cry.
It was only
Singing be glad your alive today.
Only a test of my faith.

Ayo cuz
When y'all tellin folk... about my life
I don't want y'all to add nothing
I don't want y'all to take nothing away
I want y'all to play that thang
Just like this here...
Ya heard me

<i>[Petey]</i>
Since the tender age (since the tender age)
I been running wild (I been running wild)
I seen all those things (all those things)
You don't show to a child
It wasn't love I was missing (lord knows)
My folks cared for me
I had a stubborn ass attitude (did what I wanna do)
And y'all couldn't talk to me
Tried often the strait and narrow
But every time I would stumble and fall
Fell so hard one time I fucked around and stayed down
I don't wanna try no more
I was getting a little older
Those mistakes were a part of my life
And my only regret is that I only get one chance to get it right

<i>[Chorus]</i>
And I wanna tell the world the truth about me <i>[2x]</i>
(listen to the song...)

<i>[Petey]</i>
I caused more unnecessary stress to my mama than the word allow
Old sister of mine
I had once upon a time
We ain't spoke in a while
Life's been hard on me
But I found a way to keep standing it
And holding on (holding on)
Pressing on (good God almighty)
Standing in jail someday I'll break the monotony
Cause Petey wasn't doing that well
And I can behold a way that the world christened me
... If anybody give a damn to know
What really went on in my life I wrote a song

<i>[chorus]</i>
<i>[voice talking]</i>
It is now gallow time
All inmates are asked to get on your assigned bunks and
Remain there until count time is made....count time...
Olden... (yeah)
Williams... (here)
Monroe... (yo)
Durant... (here)
Pablo... Pablo.....

<i>[Petey]</i>
Man I was just one of the ones
That always wounded up in the midst of something
Stayed in trouble if I won't fuckin' up
I love ( I love) to bring the pain
Growing up in Greenville, North Carolina outside of Rocky Mount
I'm a be on the winning side
When this whole life decide to give me just a little money
You can sell it bootleg just as long as you can get it
Whatever...just understand me

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Let me tell y'all niggaz like this here right
It's 2003 my nigga
All that, all that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga
Um, niggaz ain't with that shit my nigga
We don't play that shit no more mane
Soon as a nigga start talkin that shit
Mane, you on the floor shawty
Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Watch a nigga get swole on (For talkin that shit)
Watch a bitch get rolled on (For talkin that shit)
Watch that nigga get laid out (For talkin that shit)
Watch them bitches get drug out (For talkin that shit)
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none

<i>[Bridge 1]</i>
You don't like me, I don't like you
You want to fight me, I want to fight you
Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch
Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
Fuck these rental cops, they don't run shit
Who run this shit, we run this bitch
Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch
Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
My back ain't dirty, my lip ain't swole
My head ain't busted, my nose ain't broke
Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch
Put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I'm from a small town called, whoop a nigga ass
And I mean we'll whoop a nigga ass
And I mean we'll beat a bitch to death
And I mean, carry him all the way there
Take a nigga down the dirt path to the junk yad
Where it's stankin at
Put his ass in a plastic bag, where there's a hole where you blast him at
And I'm talkin bout, tired up witha shoe string
And a fishing hook stuck in his thing
Layin on empty cans, recycled bags, and some pissy as gatorade
Swiss blade, what cut buddy gone enter the damn microwave
Better get you a sharpener baby, cause that thang gone only get me activated
You look hard, but you really soft
You tried to make me mad, but you just piss me off
I ain't scared of you nigga, I ain't scared of them hoes
And I definately ain't scared of tight T-shirt as nigga that thank he swole

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Bridge 2]</i>
I don't blame you, I blame yo mammy bitch
She should've fucked yo daddy, she should've sucked his dick
You's a punk boy, a fuck boy
That like it in the ass, with somethin real hard

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
So when he come motherfuckers you can stand him up
Ask one of these niggaz I was tearin him up
Have them sayin that country boy bad as fuck
Came in here with a heater and had to bust
Put him right back in before I put it on
I'm sayin this game ain't changed much
Still the same motherfucker used to sell the drugs
Still the same one, used to come to the club
See a nigga, leave a nigga in a bag of blood
In the car with his broad when the police come (Gone)
For they find what they lookin for
(Yeah boy) you don't hear me though
Cause ain't nothin that a nigga ain't cone before
And nothin that a nigga won't try again
But remeber what's up and I'm is the man
You gone crazy, feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap
but whe nyou jump over here, try to remeber what the fuck I said
cause I meant it

<i>[Chorus]</i>

"Vibrate"

C'mon
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake

[Verse 1: Petey]
I want them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
and one down by my feet, she keep ticklin me
Neighbors bangin on the wall cause we over here
disturbin the peace, baby be easy
Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off
all tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em
A couple hours in the session we done been
through bout four CDs (about four CDs)
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci
(They love Jodeci)
By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks
(yeah I'm gone need em)
Cuz these hoes go vibratin in they coochie

[Chorus 1: 2x]
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...

[Chorus 2: 2x]
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake

[Verse 2: Rasheeda]
Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro
Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow
Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual
Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable
When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll
Round here we gangstered out, this aint no titty bar
we let it all hang out
Break bread till the song played out, show that nigga what a real bitch bout
These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon
But they all played out like the thong song
Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout
Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south

[Both Choruses]

[Verse 3: Petey]
I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow
Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her
Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there
When I move you move, just like that
Just as show as yo ass is fat, there's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac
Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven
At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex
I aint met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn't have
All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am
Pull up to the side and get away from them
Doom, Doom, Doom

[Both Choruses]

[Chorus 2 - 2X]

[Verse 1]
Hail to the king, high on the throne
Who the hell is this, answer the phone
Turn his ass back around, close my door
Get the hell up outta here, leave me alone
I'm the man round here, fuck what you heard
You looking at a kid that ain't scead to dirty
This little knotty head nigga been thirsty
Just enough sugar fo, for one cup of cool-aid
I've been all the way, I mean all the all the way down
But looking at this nigga now I never could've told it
And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game around
The same thang I'm bou tto do now put this in ya mouth

[Chorus]
International, to worldwide
What you know about it, what you know about it
Banana peels, watermelon rhymes
What you know about it, what you know about it
Eveythang I did, for the dirty south
What you know about it, what you know about it
International, to worldwide
What you know about it, what you know about it

[Verse 2]
Just when you thought that I had put back on my clothes
Look at here, there he is, flyin out the side door
Time to rock & roll, bought a bag of dominoes
Bet it up, set it up (uh ha ha, what be at the time)
North Carolina, ba-ba-back out on the road
Used to push 22's now I'm on them 24's
A lot of shit done changed, since a Range Rover
Couldn't turn them burgers over, cause the flame got too high on him
Made it a little slower for folks in them paddle boats
I might have a little motor but mines been worked on
Carefully took them two preachers and let em prayed on
Told me I can do anything that I put my name on
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Every breath that I take, move that I make
Song that I sang, been fo these states
The eyes in my face, hold so much pain
And seen so much hate, I'm shamed to even say it
But thangs they done changed through GOD and his grace
My folks and they faith, these hearts that don't break
The dirt roads they laid, have just been paved
By state my claim, and stand my name
Cross the top of the tallest wall up
Rock for my prison niggas 'cause I done been crossed up
Locked up, 'cause I made a wrong turn ,but guess what
I took it as a lesson learned

[Chorus - 2X]

I can make em' (i can make em')
I can make em' (i can make em')
I can make em' bounce if i want to

I can make em' (i can make em')
I can make em' (i can make em')
I can make em' bounce if i want to

Who in the hell this here
big eared motherfucker
thinkin he is comin' round here
spittin' like he the real deal

Jus cuz he with missy and tim
in the new benz on them 20 inch rimz
grinning from ear to ear
got all them little bitches round him
Creasy and Keashy and them
hope he get gonorrhea (bitch ass nigga)
Is that what they sayin? I know it
Why they hate me so bad
boy this is my reward
you better get yours
quit worrying what petey be doin
get you you's a turn
my vocals rim rowdy and derm
You aint heard
I think you been sippin to much of that syzurp
Betta calm your nerves
Before you ass serves up sumtin terrible thourouly

You aint ready for me (come on!)
<i>[Repeat 7x]</i>

Im the love boat
more potent than crack smoke
some folks say im the all they been waitin for
Tired of! hearing the same shit on their radio
Tired of! seeing the same bitches in your video
Tired of! Benzs, Bentlys and diamons in your chain (yo!)
Tired of! hearing bout all of this cash and most of ya broke
Cant even give em a decent show
Energy level on a richter scale (tripple 0.0)
HOLLA! for petey pablo
let me see ya breaking it down on the dance floor
i got what they wha-wha-want from a nigga that ti ti ti.. woo!)
we at it again..you know what it is
4000 and 70 spent
my prediction first week (half a motherfuckin million!)
break it down for me (break it down my man)
picture first week (half a motherfuckin million!) Woo!

You aint ready for me (Come on)
<i>[Repeat 7x]</i>

Peter piper picked peppers and i shook corn
Now Humpty dumpty fell down and i kept goin
And jacky nimble was nimble but not more nimble than this
Can you imagine jammaster on some shit like this
Kick it like your grandaddy
the baddest
the fastest
nastiest
actin asses to ever walk on this side of rappin
The skipper, the professor, and the captain
the lighter and the matches
im the one thats gunna carry jive past nsync status
I cant believe he said it (cant believe he said it)
I cant believe he siad it (Y'all aint ready!) (hey!)

You ainy ready for me (Come on)
<i>[Repeat 15x]</i>

[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

[Chorus]