Petey Pablo - I Lyrics
[petey]Man holla at ya dogPetey petey hey yall hey yallCarolina bird dog, still got my shirt offStill reppin for convicts in sing-sing to burgawStill rockin with t-t-timbaland uh-uh uh-uhI got a different role, different strollImpose, every nigga in here tryin best to ***** with petey hoesI got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toesLil bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-foI got some 1965 pantyhoseStill in the plastic bag now tell me I aint a macaroniJerome jerome to don corleonePetey petey the ***** beaterI suck em, ***** em, send em homeI gets my thug on, weekendsI get me club on, we inSo many hotels boy I ought to buy my ownPetey-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 iGot them girlsGot them thangsGot them gunsGot them stunts uh, I saidI I i I i I i I i I i I i I i iGot them girlsGot them thangsGot them gunsGot them stunts uh, I saidI I i I i I i I i I i I i I i I i I i iGot them girlsGot them thangsGot them stunts uh, I saidI I i I i I i I i I i I i I i iGot them girlsGot them thangsGot them gunsGot them stunts uh,[petey]P-p-pardon me dogIts the gitchie from the gitchie barIts really a tittie bar but I aint got no license for itI got the what they wantPlenty h, plenty oPlenty guns, plenty bowsMutha*****a chew ya roadYou aint never seen this beforeBut when this shit drop, all she wroteInternational playa (yay ah)D-d-deah ya goAll they want is that timbaland and petey pabloNow watch me ball, da-dunna-dunnaRims spinnin, 20s on all the cars, da-dunna-dunnaEvery time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunnaNow yall aint readyIm the jumping in the jumping jack flashYou dont hear the way ya disc jumpin across the trackNigga Im a jumpin assFist stomp I know you madBut aint too much you can do bout thatCause Ill make em stop the trackTighten my belt and whoop yall assYall niggas gon understand why niggas dont wanna drop shit this yearFive and five equals ten petey pab timbaland is all it is[chorus][petey]Im the quicker picker-upperCrazy soda can crusherRiver, rock path, mobile homeCountry mutha*****aRep the dirty like a car commercialYou aint heard it pitchinLike the smell in the pasture, Im the cacky-lacky shitTr-tr-trash talkin som*****Trust me man I aint the one to get mad atPetey pab got a bag of vatsAnd a gat if it come to thatSo nigga-nigga dont act like that, playinGet a nigga smacked like that, Im sayinGet a nigga wig pushed back, damnTimbaland where ya at[timbaland]In a 18-wheeler blowin my horn-hornGranddad in the field pickin beans and corn-cornMama never saw that a star was born-bornMama said star go mow that lawn-lawnI said its hot as hell a nigga need some lemonadeBump it its 2000 a nigga needs some minute maidGo head and act up get cut with this switch bladeNigga you better pay attention what the hook say[chorus]