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from The Fast And The Furious (분노의 질주) by Brian Tyler [ost] (2001)
(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 |
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from Sticky Fingaz - Blacktrash/ The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones (2001)
(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.. |
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from Drumline (드럼라인) by John Powell [ost] (2002)
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 |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
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) |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[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] |
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from Petey Pablo - Freek-A-Leek (2004)
[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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
<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) |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
(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) |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
[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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
(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*) |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
(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) |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
(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 ‘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) |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
<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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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] |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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... |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
"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] |
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from Petey Pablo - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry (2004)
[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] |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
<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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
<*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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
<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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
<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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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) |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
(( 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)) |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
(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] |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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........... |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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) |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
<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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
<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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
[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 |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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. |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry (2004)
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> |
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from Petey Pablo - Freek-A-Leek [single, remix] (2004)
(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 |
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from Ciara - Goodies & 1,2 Step [single] (2004)
[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 |
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from CF TOP 20 VOL.9 (2005)
[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 |
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from HITS 2006 (2006)
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 |
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from Step Up (스텝 업) by Aaron Zigman [ost] (2006)
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) |
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from Petey Pablo - Get Low [single] (2011)
▶▶▶▶▶We Be..
ssssg813 Roger That Young Mone.. Cyclone (Feat. T-Pain) Baby Bash Get Ur Freak On Missy Elli.. 곡 150 | 담기 22 | 추천 2 |
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