I (Street Album Version|Explicit) - Petey Pablo

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 ni**a in here

Tryin' best to f**k with Petey hoes

I got them 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 p**sy beater

I suck them f**k them send them 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

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh

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

Muthaf**ka chew ya road

You ain't never seen this before

But when this sh*t drop all she wrote

International playa

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 them 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

Ni**a I'm a jumpin' a**

Fist stomp I know you mad

But ain't too much you can do bout that

Cause I'll make them stop the track

Tighten my belt and whoop y'all a**

Y'all niggas gon' understand

Why niggas don't wanna drop sh*t this year

Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh

I'm the quicker picker-upper

Crazy soda can crusher

River rock path mobile home

Country muthaf**ka

Rep the dirty like a car commercial

You ain't heard it pitch

Like the smell in the pasture I'm the Cacky-lacky sh*t

Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' some b**ch

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 ni**a-ni**a don't act like that playin'

Get a ni**a smacked like that I'm sayin'

Get a ni**a wig pushed back DAMN

Timbaland where ya at

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 ni**a need some lemonade

Bump it its 2000 a ni**a needs some Minute Maid

Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade

Ni**a you better pay attention what the hook say

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them stunts uh I said

I

Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh

Aah