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Petey Pablo Miscellaneous Petey Pablo The year of nineteen-two-thou ya’ll Yo’ P (unreal) I think they’re ready for ya baby YEAAAHH! (Chorus) Petey Pablo, Petey Paab Petey Pablo, Petey Paab Petey Pablo, Petey Paab Petey Pablo, (Pablo, Pablo) Petey Pablo, Petey Paab Petey Pablo, Petey Paab Petey Pablo, Petey Paab Petey Pablo, (Pablo, Pablo) What’s up wit ya’ll hot boys, hot girls Came here to see ya dog didn’t ya cous’ (uh-huh) Love is love That’s the reason I hold it down for ya’ll Ya’ll motherfuckers do the same for Pab I’m gonna keep fuckin wit ya’ll Kick it like I been kickin wit ya’ll I own all a ya’ll Ya’ll was the motherfuckers that gave a god damn Anything I got, nigga you can get half Word on my grandmomma that passed You stay right by a nigga like me and you’ll get blessed Ain’t fucckin with that Guys like the one I got Yes high neck get stomped with the backbone Motherfucker fakin a fall And then the nigga get jumped on And don’t know where they come from Bet they do Punk ass pimp (or two) Petey done what they said to do Came home where I’m back down(hit the road) Every time I open my mouth (Yeah) Dirty Sound Maybe that’s what they talkin’ bout My motherfuckin name when it enters your mouth My nigga, my neck a the woods Get a shout out North Carolina (in the House) Shit gotta lock Gotta wanna gotta lock Got a house got a lock gotta drunk gotta step Folks think I’m outta my mind I’m outta line a lot of times I don’t give a fuck about guidelines Do what I wanna do when I wanna do it If you don’t like what I’m doin You ain’t got to I ain’t mad at ya But eventually you find to call me Chorus One a the reasons that I gave you the first joint Like of the niggas sellin on second and third Runnin’ the world Greatest stuff put in the word Telling the stuff in my motherfuckin’ top boy Representin’ my crew (you know who) Ain’t to many who put it down like I do North Cak this, North Cak that I’m gonna hit ya back to back with that motherfuckin hot shit Ya’ll ready to get it (Yeah) Ready to set it(Yeah) Headin’ up in to it This nineteen, two-thousand shit is headed Off to magnetic, athletic, cosmetic Cosmetologist, paramedic, slash schizophrenic Energetic and spaz in minutes and milliseconds Play the wrong video edit Do you like Puff did it Go to court get them charges acquitted Motherfucker like “Oh Wait” Motherfucker like “No Way” Yeah you know nigga Like “Whoa” ain’t it? Pab make a video Black war Louisiana, land on me and bust on ‘em If you slingin' a wood around town (Fuckin' em two at a time) Motherfucker that’s ‘fore he even got some How you like the sound (Hittin’ in three styles) Hip-hop, R&B and underground Yeah playa it’s me this year What my name is? Chorus Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey Petey AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! |
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