In the time of need
When the world is going through so many changes
So many ups and downs, so many obstacles
So much confusion
I take it upon myself as one of them new leaders of hip-hop
To make a change, and bring it to the forefront
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
Say it loud, United States of America
Time to put it down and do it like this
Now fight for somethin that's worth it
I'm a country boy, never really cared before what was goin on
Now that it came a little closer to home
I got a couple more, but make somethin go uh-uh
Everybody get strapped
If you gon' get it let's get it if you ain't then get back
Big fella, who dat
All the people around the world that's why we get through that
Fort Jackson, Fort Bragg, Camp Majune and David (d a m n!)
Pensacola, Parris Island, troops over here, Seals over there
Fort Dix, Fort Lee, Pearl Harbor (let me think)
The Army(ARMY), the Navy(NAVY), Air Force, Marines(RINES)
Green Beret, Navy Seals, New York Police
Even got me dressed in Army Fatigues, how ya love that
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
You remember them days y'all
When the teacher told us
About World War I and World War II, now the time has come
For us to REP OUR COUNTRY!
Wave the flag strong
And could somebody tell Mr. bin Laden
He got a lot of people lookin for him
My house, my home, my hood
My brother, my sister, my cuz
Land of the free, home of the brave, it's the land I love
I had to bring it up, ask Petey Brown If I could change it up
Now I really got the whole world raisin up, come on!
And sing with us
Raise up(Raise up) Raise up(Raise up) Raise up(Raise up)
For that star-spangled banner
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
Thank you Petey Pablo
Cause if we don't stand for somethin, we're bound to fall for anything at all
here reporting live from the front lines
Sending lots of love and prayers out to everybody from every corner of the Earth
Who lost a loved one, a homie, a friend
I'm talkin about a mother, father, sister, brother, even a cousin
On September 11th, we miss you, and we love you, and we will never, ever forget
Now..
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
USA! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
USA! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh, this one's for who
Us, us, us, yes sir
[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]
[Lil John:]
imma tell yall niggas like this shit right
its 2003 my nigga
all that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga, ah
man niggas aint with that shit my nigga
i dont play that shit no more man
as soon as a nigga start talking that shit
man...you on the floor son
YEAH
YEAH
YEAH
watch a nigga get sword on, for talking that shit
watch a bitch get rode on, for talking that shit
watch that nigga get laid out, for talking that shit
watch them bitches get drugged out, for talking 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
[Lil John:]
You don't like me, YEAH
I don't like you, YEAH
You wanna fight me, YEAH
I wanna fight you, YEAH
put your hands up, nigga
put your hands up, bitch
put your hands up, hoe
put your hands up, trick
fuck these rental cars
they don't run shit
who run this shit
we run this bitch
put your hands up, nigga
put your hands up, bitch
put your hands up, hoe
put your hands, trick
my back aint dead, YEAH
my lip aint swoll, YEAH
my head aint bust, YEAH
my nuts aint grey, YEAH
put your hands up nigga
put your hands up bitch
put your hands up hoe
put your hands up trick
[Petey Pablo:]
im from a small town called woop a niggas ass
and i mean well woop a nigga ass
i mean well beat a bitch to death
and i mean well came all the way there
taka nigga down a dirt path to a junk yard where it stankin at, aha
put his ass in a plastic bag, but just a home where you blast him at
im talkin bout
tie it up with a shoe string, and a picture hook stuck in the thang
layin on empty cans and recylin bags with some bitchass gatorade
i own a switchblade
well cut butter to put in tha damn microwave
better get you a sharpener baby, cuz that thang only gonna get me aggrivated
you look hard
but you really soft, you cotton soft
you try to make me mad, mad
but you just piss me off, you piss me off
shiit I aint scared of you nigga
and i aint scared of them hoes
and i definiely aint scared of that tank tshirt ass nigga thankin he swoe
[Lil John:]
watch a nigga get sword on, for talking that shit
watch a bitch get rode on, for talking that shit
watch that nigga get laid out, for talking that shit
watch them bitches get drugged out, for talking 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
[Petey Pablo:]
i don't blame you, YEAH
i blame your mammy bitch, YEAH
she should't of fucked your daddy, YEAH
she shoulda sucked the dick, YEAH
yous a punk boy, YEAH
a fuck boy, YEAH
you like it in the ass, YEAH
with something real hard, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Petey Pablo:]
swear to god motherfucker we be slayin em up
have one of these niggas, i tear him up ....have women eatin niggas
havin him sayin that country boy was bad as fuck
came hit him with a heater, aint have to bust
take the bullets from a gun nigga, add them up
put them right back in it before i put it up ?
im saying this game aint changing much
still the same motherfuckers used to sell the drugs
them same ones
that used to come to the club see a nigga leave a nigga in a thang of blood
in a car with a browd when the police come
gone...before they find out what the hell itwas fo
dead wrong, you dont hear me tho ?
but it aint nothing that nigga aint done before
it aint nothing thata nigga wont try again
but r'member, that suckas already killed a man ?
gone craig, gone craig
still froggin and go ahead and leap but when you jump over here, jump over here
try and remember what the fuck i said, cuz i mean
[Lil John:]
watch a nigga get sword on, for talking that shit
watch a bitch get rode on, for talking that shit
watch that nigga get laid out, for talking that shit
watch them bitches get drugged out, for talking 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
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
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
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
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
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
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
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 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)
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
(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)
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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!
(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
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
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!"
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!
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
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 VA
(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
This one's for North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
Who am I? Petey Pab' motherfucker
First to put it down for North Carolina
But guess what
(What?)
It's been worth it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six
(See the car)
Black with 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
This one's for North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
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!)
This one's for North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
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"
This one's for North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your 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
Uh, 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
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
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)
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
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
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)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put 'em back up in the air
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
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)
Shit, Gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam
Awww Shit, gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam
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)
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
you know I'd like to come over there
'Cuz
Whassup nigga?
If a muthafucka would have told me years ago
That the game today would be so fucked up
Common holla at cha boi
That these muthafuckin' niggas be runnin' around
Here actin' mo bitchy fried
Bitch niggas
One year more penalize
I see these niggas man
Lord this shit crazy then a muthafucka, but you know what
Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
Ey yo speak on that shit
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin' that ass hole
Throwin' the crooked finger dick ridin' the west coast
Them some real soldiers, y'all son of bitches, fonies
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 fantasizing 'bout that man life, and live yo own
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
Probably 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 muthafuckin' book by its cover
But I can spot a bitch a mile away
Pardon me brotha
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
(Here I go)
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, give 'em some, muthafucka
(Get 'em buck)
These niggaz catchin' feelings, they ain't men they women
And he gay 'cuz he wit 'em and he trying to defend 'em
So I say we should expose these hoes
I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows
O it's on now yeah, I can cummon down
(On now)
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, I swear it make no sound
A 4.5 caliber 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 pussies 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 it's on nigga
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like
Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like
If you jump off in the club it's a jump off in the club
She can tow up just get toed up like I give a good buck
All the champagne I don bought bitch I done paid for this chair
That I'm fittin' to take and break across this zombies head
Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read
(10 ton)
That's on everything I love to drop dead
(Bitch I ain't never scared)
Fuckin' round get a main artery cut in half
Blood gushin' out the side of your neck bleedin' to death
Needin' a paramedic to reconnect 'n' piece you back together
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man
It's gettin' crucial out here 'n' you takin' this shit for granted
Pussy punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot
Blow pop 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
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit
Y'all ready ..
Y'all ready ..
Y'all ready ..
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)
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)
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
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
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Y'all ready, get on dis motorcycle
, y'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Y'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle
HEYYY!
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
[Hook 1x]
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
fun room
[Petey Pablo]
im talking bout the doors locked
in the bath room
fill the bath up
some (?)
im talking bout cross the boy
punch him now
(is this mic on?)
girl hell naw
talking bout bending over
bust it open
(im talking bout) give me some jello mode
(im talking bout) quit acting like you aint done it before
(im talking bout ) u butt naked hoe
cut you're toe bite on my shoe string if I start hurting you're box
quits squirmming (aight)
im ah sweat it up
send ya home
with a ice pack on
and u know what happen last time don't ya
(petey you aint me stony)
had you're bad ass on motrin 500
im sorry I hurt ya honey
that means
(hook 1x)
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
fun room
(girl speaking)
any thing you want is going down
in the fun room...fun room
any thing you want is going down
in the fun room...fun room
[Petey Pablo]
chain in the fun room (all night)
do any thing in the fun room (all night)
ca-cam you hang in the fun room? (all night)
or would ya bang in the fun room (all night)
where tha chicks show u love dat (and they)
aint scared to touch ya (and they)
mite rub ya butt (and they)
make a nigga cum (and they)
mite give you some (if ya)
(i don't ) see nothing wrong
a little bit of fun
hook 3x
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
fun room
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
fun room
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
any thing is likely to go down
in the fun fun room
fun room
Today we will be discussing... Love
(I dont 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?
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.
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?!?
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.
if I aint just get outta prison,
man listen, I'd a did him
by Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the nigga, I aint' 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 cuz 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 aint 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!
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.
sheeeit, I ain't a sucker cuz
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!!
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)
"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?
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?
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
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)
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,
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
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Holla at ya boy, Birdman!
Prrrrrrrrrr
Oh yeah
Uh huh
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
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
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
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
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 dont 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!) ?all the time, boy
(Birdman!)
(Cash Money number 1!) You know ?
(C'mon) C'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
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!
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)
We fly, Baby
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
Ah..
Hih..
Ha...
Petey Pablo...
Mmm Hmm...
I told y'all (told y'all)
It was gunna happen, Y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all)
Now you see it poppin off, got you in the club dancing your ass off (I told y'all)
Break it down...Break it down for me (for me) (I told y'all)
Break it down...Break it down...Break it down for me (for me)
(I told y'all) Break it down for me (for me)
If y'all ready get your lighter put your fire in the air
i'm bout to blow this up (Oh yeah!)
Its a....It's a on now
Petey Pab done and graduated
Broke a loose, Shook em' off (Ha!)
Twisted the game
(chooga-chooga-chooga-choog) train comin'
(Full speed!) Aint nuthin stopin this muthafucker
Puttin it down....(ti-ti-ti-train) for my home town
(My niggas keep picking me up) I got em' rockin at the show
All y'all muthafuckers stompin on the floor (Boom! Boom!)
Losing control (Eyes closed)
Hands up (bobbin the dome)
And you can call it what ya wanna if ya wanna
But you better keep your eyes on it
I'd a told ya over and over
I dont feel like talking no more
It's about to go down (Yea like i told ya!)
Move ova here come them diesels
(Fuled Up!) Jesus (Muuuahh!)
Clear the road, block it off, hold it back, make a path for 'em
(I'm a creeper!) Carolina's street sweeper
My brothers keeper, you better believe I'm
Good as a bag of Afghanastan reefa
I can't fuck with me and y'all can't either
To hear me rock you need bulletproof speakers
(My Impact!) It'll Kill 79 people (Ha!)
The levels start jumping on the meter
Then...(The sparks) start shootin out the speaker
The DJ ju just can't catch the needle
The club's caught the fever for the flavor of the Petey
When they ask me were i'm from I say Greenville and Raleigh,
Durham, Chapel Hill, Greensboro, Charlotte!
Fayetteville, Rocky Mount, and Tarboro!
Pine Top, Lil Washington Farmville
New Bern, Kinston, Snow Hill, Falkland!
Please don't get me started
I can call 'em out til tomorrow
Carolina list alone is 16 bars
I'm a make a row call, calling out, all out
(Timbaland! please report to the office)
You can't miss kickoff, Watching these niggas get there shit off
Sending a adrenaline rush through the whole park
Dusk to dawn, from club to the barn
From port to port (Nigga!) from yard to yard
I'd a brought from the far beyond
Stated claim, Gutta name, Got it painted and framed!
My momma said
"It seemed like yesterday my brother
Said him was gunna leave here
Said he was gunna go and make some money himself"
See my brother wants still to be a rapper
And he can rap real good too
He use to have this book he carried around with him all the time
He use to call it a diary, He use to take it everwhere he went
One day he took it to church when we went to sunday school
And the pastor asked him "Boy, whats that you got in your hand"
And he said this is my diary
And the pastor told him that sinners couldn't have no diary (sinner)
My brother said he was lying, And my brother said if he couldn't have a diary
and he was a sinner, he would just call it a diary of a sinner (diary)
My momma told him don't worry bout what pastor says
My momma told him don't worry bout what nobody says
If that was your diary, that's gunna be your diary
Thats what my mamma said
He said he gonna turn it into an album, And I believe him too
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 in
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 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 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
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
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 pitchin
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
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
Psssst Hey I bet you
thought the record was over didnt you?
Put one in there like you did
for me last time. My country ass.
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)
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)
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)
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 bet you thought the record was over
didnt you?
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)
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)
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)
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 forceones
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 forceones
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 appricate 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 forceones
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-fucka is crazy (petey pablo than gone crazy)...
That nigga 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 appricate 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 forceones
Til the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
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 aint scead to dirty
This little knotty head nigga been thirsty
Just enough sugar fo, for one cup of kool-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
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
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
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 cuz I done been crossed up
Locked up, cuz I made a wrong turn ,but guess what
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
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
And I wanna tell the world the truth about me
(listen to the song...)
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
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.....
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
Intro: Benzino + Lil' Kim
Aye (Benzino where you at?)
It's Yellowman, Benzino wanna rock the party
And we gonna bring this to the after party
Queen Bee wanna rock the party
Uh, uh, oh (Oh my God)
Yeah (Benzino where you at?)
(Bounce) Yellow City gonna rock the party
(This is the G-Mix)
Young Heff wanna rock the party, Petey Pablo
Yellow City, yea
Verse 1: Lil' Kim
It's your girl Queen Bee with the poisonous sting
Chinchilla draggin' with the diamond G-String
Bouncin' on Lorenzos, I'm the Bee with the wings
Who the fuck want what? (What?)
Bettin' it all at the crap tables, rip the casino
From Vegas to Reno, me and Benzino
We gonna rock the party and drink Bacardi all damn
night
Watch me shake my ass like a fresh bowl of jelly
Quite Bootylicious like Beyoncé and Kelly
Love to see guys with tattoos on they belly
Let's get nasty from the car to the telly
Ooh, I got my girls with me, so go get your boys
Come ride with us, we on the tour bus
If you treat us right, and you spendin' the night
Then we gon' freak
Chorus: Benzino + Lil' Kim
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all
Now what ya'll gon' do?
We gon' take it off, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' throw that thang, we gon' back it up
Now what ya'll gon' do?
Verse 2: Benzino
Benzino rock the city and you know I can't stop
Back at the lounge with a mean Diddy Bop
Shorty lookin' mean and her whole team hot
Yo' what's up? Yo' what's up with ya'll?
She sippin' cranberry with a splash of Belvedere
What? Five carat 'conia ice in my ear
Always drinkin' Coniac with ice when I'm here
... Nice
Feelin' how 'Zino puts his game to the test
36, 24, I think you know the rest
What's your secret ma? How you fit in that dress?
... Oh damn!
Now it's getting' heated and you know what's on my mind
Me and you, outta hear, I think it's that time
Make you tap out when I creep in from behind
Now that's what's up, now everybody just
Chorus
Verse 3: Petey Pablo
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Me met a bitch of my dreams, corn jack
Come on, liquor inside my head like that
Pants saggin', Carolina hat to the back
I'm in New York City, can you hear me goddammit
Weavin' through the traffic, shootin' usual daps
Tryna find Benzino, is it him in the back
Bring it back, porn channel X on the back
Be like hey, hey, hey, how'd she do that?
Pretty headed woman, with her fine self
Bow-legged cutey with her tight legs
Tryna get outta here with her friend in the black dress
Spread her hoochie coochie on my sun beam bread
Now I been sayin' to myself, Petey-Petey
Get freaky, damn boy I can't even say it
And I got no need to be scared
Some things ain't supposed to be said
Chorus
Bridge: Benzino + Lil' Kim
Yeah, we gon' rock
Yellow City, we gon' rock
The after party, we gon' rock
Now what ya'll gon' do?
We gon' rock, we gon' rock tonight
Cuz a Yellow City party don't stop
Uh, we gonna rock tonight
Now what ya'll gon' do?
To get with me, 2000
Yo Pete, I think they ready for you
Give y'all some of me
YEAH!
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
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
This is definitely the wickedest thing I ever hear in my life!
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Can't nobody do it like I do it
When I do it, dog I do it
(Break it down)
Break it down, put your back into it
Man, y'all ain't ready for the **** I'm doing
(So get up)
Get up, put your drinks down
Don't want y'all sloshing yo' drinks out
All over that cheap blouse
Ain't nothing but a swallow in it 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 background
?Cause you love the song
But you in love wit the background
C'mon let a mama work for me
Make a player wanna spend some money
I don't really like spendin' money
But if you do what you do and do it well I'ma
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Look good, and thick, nothin' in ?em, I'm hurtin'
No silicon, no lipo, no botox, no dumpty dump
All natural in today's world
When her mama brought her in this world
Good lookin' mama!
That good and hot and def make a athlete lose his breath
And if you got ass, move your little bump south
You're gonna need a couple skirts, fallin' out
10.5 on the Richter scale, the highest number you can go is 12
Shorty shake it like hell, we ought to be shame ourselves
The Creator couldn't rock the bed that well
Look at her breakin' it down ridin' this beat like wow!
If I was a jail man I'd gun her down
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
This is definitely the wickedest thing I ever hear in my life!
I been sippin' on that Patron
I'm ready give you what you want
Might not feel the same way tomorrow
But I'll deal with that tomorrow
?Cause tonight you got me feelin'
Like I wanna take you home
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
This is a Petey Pizzle productshizzle
Thank you, man
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
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
Before Saddam and ol' Sadonna Jones supposed to
Get my ass in the 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
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
Still off the chain, still in the game
I gotta hear you say it Petey Pab motherfucka
That's right baby, two scoops of raisin'
Half man and half amazin'
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, chair board 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
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
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, Portuguese, Hispanic
Philippine, 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
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up
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
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
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
Cuz that's the way it's ‘pose to be
Sometimes I wanna play some ball, Sometimes I wanna walk through the mall
(Sometimes I Wanna play some ball, and just walk through the mall)
Sometimes it aint about the broads, and I just wanna spend some time alone
(Sometimes it aint about the broads, and I just wanna spend some time alone wit my niggaz)
Sometimes I wanna hop in the car, and drive till tomorrow
(Sometimes I wanna hop in the car, and just drive till tomorrow)
Sometimes I wanna pick the phone, just to see what's goin on
How you like it daddy?
Would you do it from the front?
How you like it daddy?
Would you do it from the back?
How you like it daddy?
Baby breake 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?
Baby breake it down like that!
How you like it daddy?
One thats always thinkin of new shit any place any time she wanna do it keep her pumpin that "get krunk fluid" never
Hesitate shorty get right to it i know that its her when my phone go ring in three in the morning its time to cut!
Sometimes she like it soft but not as much as she like it when a nigga stright beat it up she dont care where i put it at
Long as a put it back deep down deep down in that putty cat if you aing never had a freek a leek in yo life i suggest you
Get you get one cuz aint nothin like a freek a leek
FREAK A LEEK!
How you like it daddy? shameka kisha
How you like it daddt? Tara
FREAK A LEEK shonda
How you like it daddy? sabrina crystal
How you like it daddy? Daronda FREAK A LEEK! Theresa
How you like it daddy? felicia tenisha
How you like it daddy? shavon Freek a leek monica
How you like it daddy? monique christina
How you like it daddy? Yolanda
Girl i love how you clap dat ass the way ya booty cheeks move around when i tap that ass she twork it so slow she gon
Stack some cash poppin it quick askin me twista how you rap dat fast? wanna split lik dis cuz it is i from the chi wanna
Get that booty up in the bed thighs open wide every time she speak she tell me how her throat go deep and how she a freek
A leek so i kept my eyes on the prize shorty work dat twork dat guh, pump back she me how you cut back guh suck dat luv it
How you take dat guh show lil jon and petey pab how you shake dat stuff never be trippin she cuttin like it aint nothin an
Info maniac always got fussin suckin and fuckin she told me next time better be sure i bring the seguls and she gon bring
Her guh and we can all have a threesome
You aint never had a freek like dis dat do all the tricks and could do what she do to a dick take mouthfuls supurb that'll
Make u sick cant imagine who the fuck would talk wit her all this shit everybody wanna know who the hot chick is i was wit
In the video wit the blue outfit i dont know what to tell a nigga tryin how to find a bitch i might try to find a ho
Myself how you love that there? i keep em all to self i dont like to share unless the determine that the into that being
The man i an imma let them help they self and jus hope that i live to tell it im good for that every now and then its good
To feflect and thing back to the hot cocks that you done hit or u done licked and that nigga say he aint did it he lying
Mafuckin son of a bitch! haha!
How you like it daddy?
Would you do it from the front?
How you like it daddy?
Would you do it from the back?
How you like it daddy?
Baby 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?
Could you do it from the back?
How you like it daddy?
Baby breake it down like that!
[Girl]
Now ever since I was a little girl
I had a feeling of a naughty girl coming out of me
Now that I'm a little bit older, it's hard to control
Petey whatcha got for me
[Chorus: girl]
You turn me on and I like it
Wanna get it on but I just can't
Give it up, give it up, give it up, baby
You got it goin' on and I like it
Wanna take you home but I just can't
Give it up, give it up, give it up, baby
[Verse 1]
6 feet 1, thick as a motherfucker
Sex symbol to some, freaky as a motherfucker
I don't need 'em all but I will lick some
And I don't gotta be that drunk neither motherfucker
Fuck money, I ain't gotta floss to fuck
All I gotta do is let her touch it to fuck her mind up
Peanut butter, caramel
Like 'em brown like a Reese cup
Pantie like paper and I usually tear the paper up
West coast women are a lot different from the East
coast
Silicone titty, big nipples, only red bone
I know what they want see I know how to talk to 'em
And I know they want me to slip it in the back door
Only thing slow about me, I got some Luther
You just need to hold on
I ain't tryin' to hurt ya mama
I know it's your first time, tryin' to take it easy on
Speak for itself, whatcha think shorty
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
(Girl) You like it daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) I feel excited daddy
(Petey) Do you like it like that
(Girl) I'm so delighted daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) From the front to back but I can't give it up
(Girl) Now how you like it daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) I feel excited daddy
(Petey) Do you like it like that
(Girl) I'm so delighted daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) From the front to back but I can't give it up
[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
Everybody wanna take a ride wit' a bad boy
I don't know what it is about you and bad boys
Bad boys do bad things, we got bad names
But y'all girls love us to death, I don't understand
Is it the way that we wear our clothes
Pants low by our assholes, hats turned back like so
Smokin on ganja, bullet holes in the escalade door, I
don't know
But whatever it is that turns y'all on, keep turning me
So as the world turns...
But you gon' learn, keep playin with fire and you will
get burned
See I can lie to ya and make it sound fly to ya
But I choose to tell you this up front
We ain't good for nothin' but a night of good fuckin'
and suckin'
So you might wanna pass us up, I said
Get up, gimme that fire (fire)
Get up, gimme that fire (fire)
Get up, gimme that fire (fire)
Get up, gimme that fire
[Chorus:]
Ima light thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that)
Sticks and stones might break my bones
but whips and chains excite me
you should see her when she home alone now how she set
her self on fire
touch yourself
(girl) I'm on fire
touch yourself
(girl) I'm on fire
(man man man) touch yourself
(girl) I'm on fire
(man man man) touch yourself
(girl) I'm on fire
[Verse 1:]
Man I'm a Cancer slash Leo along with Scorpios and
Libras
And I heard that Aries, Pisces, Capricorn do it better
than Sag in the sheets
And I heard that Sagittarius and Aquarius like to do it
20 times a week
Well ain't that better than a Virgo, Taurus and Gemini
Cuz they bonafied and wanna do a couple rounds with a
freak-a-leak
Cuz they heard Petey Pablo is off the heeze
what's wrong with u baby girl, ima aim to please
it's goin down, if u acting clean it's goin down (uh)
She wants hers and I want mine (uh)
She ain't changed, why should I? (uh)
only reason im her like I love her
Is cuz I'm ing with you shawty
[Chorus:]
Ima light thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that)
Sticks and stones might break my bones
but whips and chains excite me
you should see her when she home alone now how she set
her self on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
(Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
[Verse 2:]
(Yea) I'm sick, sick hell of a spit game
(huck puh) I'm that sh*t man
Only sh*t I kno paying child support for your … cuz
your … ain't da sh*t man
Haha I'm a son a of a b**ch and I kno it
Cuz my lifestyle show it, go ahead wit your bad
Appreciate it, yo your appreciation is appreciated
Let me go ahead, turn it upside down
Put my finger in the ground, turn the whole f***ing
world around
Maybe this time I can get mine (I can get mine),
should have been got mine (should have been got mine)
Couple hours on a plane ride me and lil Jon done
figured it out
(I got it) Only way to do it is to do it and dude
I can do this blind, every time I drop mine
Dude I'm FIRE!
Chorus
Ima light thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that)
Sticks and stones might break my bones
but whips and chains excite me
you should see her when she home alone now how she set
her self on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
(Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Let me hear you say party over here
And ain't shit over there
East coast west coast everywhere
Your mother f***ers ain't playin fair
We gon run your mother f***ers outta here
Ain't nothing but gangstas over here
Carolina Miami ATL
That's da only thing goin down this year
[Chorus:]
Ima light thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that fire)
You like thurr (come gimme that)
Sticks and stones might break my bones
but whips and chains excite me
you should see her when she home alone now how she set
her self on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
(Touch yourself
(Girl) I'm on fire
Let's take some calls from the request line.
Caller number one.....
Ay,..man...whats up.
This Dominique from Shady Knoll trailer park
Whats up Dominique.
I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo.
Aight, I got that coming right up for you.
Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you
wanted.
Double-u boom boom b baby!
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do 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?)
24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it.
Pretty face and some cute lips, earing in her tongue and she 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.
FREAKALEEK!
(How you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(How you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
(How you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crysta
(How you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
(How you like it daddy?) Felicia
Tenisha
(How you like it daddy?) Sha'von
FREAKALEEK!
Monica
(How you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(How you like it daddy?) Yolanda
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 it 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'll give you anything you can handle!
Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy.
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
Show me a prison, show me a jail
Show me a prisoner, man, whose face is growin' pale
And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or I
Show me an alley, show me a train
Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or I
Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
Show me a drunken man as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or I
Show me the country where the bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall
And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why
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
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
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
Hey hey! Everybody come here, I need all y'all to come over here
Come here come here, yeah, I want you to do this, come on
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
I can do anything and everything with new flows
Then take this Manny track and tear the game a new asshole
Me and my do-rag half man, with two black hoes
How in the world could it do this, I be so damn cold
I got a rabbit foot in my pocket, uh huh
Come on I needed the other part of the rabbit
To fill up a pocket, I gotta major problem partna
So that means I don't need to be bothered for nada
Um, feel me dogga
My head hot, uh huh, and my body warm
Uh huh, my nose runnin, could you close the door, uh huh
Letting out all granted and goodies sweet G's and deviled eggs
Boiled tater to goat cheese
Y'all don't even remember me
I'm Petey - take ya shirt off Carolina from Greenborough
But what Petey needs to see this evening
You can keep your shirt on - we gon' use these
I tell ya when I come runnin head down, but naw
But naw, y'all ain't hit me
So I guess I had to ahead hit ya with something that could grip yo attention
That make ya yell at ya kids from the kitchen
What put that whistle down! But Petey on tv
Damn it Petey, ya heard what I say
I just love it when I could take a track and have me some fun
Get footloose, and still can put the club on crunk
Make a girl butt bump (ba bum), make a party go crazy, (ba bum)
When the first two bumps come on (ba bum)
I'ma have some, I'm telling ya mayne
I'm the new spokesman for gas grills and propane
When I wrote this I had to wear shades
I had to wear rubber gloves to get this today
Manny Fresh's CD player wasn't even playin
Man we need a fire truck, where my whistle at baby
(Hey, let me hold ya whistle) No
(Uh huh, please, I just wanna blow it) No
(Just a little bit)
Ain't ya proud of me now
Release ya mind, body, and soul
And let yourself become a part of the flow, like the EX roll
And you can try your best to hold it back but you can't hold
And even if you had a cramp, pull these handcuffs on ya
Turn 'em loose, don't worry 'bout 'em , leave 'em alone
He the one gon' look like the button ho
Whistle blowin', and the party still goin' on
And he all upset, mad, cause he too grown
I'm back, I'm ready to take my back
Oh and I hooked up with Cash Money
Now how in the hell did you do that?
Elementary my nigga, I just took this little thing here and blew it
(Ya Petey Pizzle whistle?) Yeahhhhh
Oh, and there he go, fa sho', Petey Pab
Straight hustla, play child, uh Manny Fresh ya heard
Petey check it out baby cakes
Uh you can buy yo momma a house off of this one
You can get yo daddy that truck that he always wanted
You can get yo grandfatha that chromed out wheelchair
And you can just go ahead on and just, glide in the wind
Ya heard, ooh, I'm feelin myself
I wanna thank everybody for givin' me this opportunity to blow my whistle
verse 1
when ur head is as big as ur pillow
when ur cash is a check card in place
when u put on panty hose instead of shaving ur legs
when u use grease that uve used over and over again
when u only go to church on easter and holidays
then u ghetto belive that
course
can u be a rich bitch and be ghetto(yes)
just cuz ur poor does that mean that u ghetto(no)
some people just dont understand what it means to b
ghetto
and if u gotta ask then y u never no
verse 2
being ghetto is just a thing u do sometimes
like hanging ur clothes over the oven to dry
and ur late u gotta go and u aint ready yet
put em on anyway and rock em half way wet
u wear and return everything u buy
always lookin for a discount till the day u die
got three kids by three different guys
put salt on ur food before u even taste it
get a doggy bag ghetto nig*** aint wasting s*i*
course
no toilet paper somebody used that last u had
no problem just get a daily user or paper bag
crumple it up and make it soft for ur @$$
and when u flush the toilet always gets clogged up
u no u ghetto ur soap is the size of a chicklet
runnin to the kitchen wet for dishwasher liquid
u waters cold cold cuz they shut off ur power
u no u ghetto if u pee in the shower
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!)
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)
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!)
Petey here
I wanna tell im dead broke and im bout to go crazy
half a tank of gas, two ciggaretts
scrapping up change in the ashtray
then the voices its only a test of my faith
it was only
Damn theres a song for that nigga down south
That i was tellin y'all about yo check this nigga shit out
Memba that song i told you came on sounding like
He was talking about everything in my life
How he was at a point in his own
and the problem seemed to be taking a toll
He been fightin so long
seemed like everything he did went wrong
But he found the strenghth to keep on going
and wrote songs about it later on
I know this shit hit me home
especially when he was talikin about the money he owed
how he took the bills and paid a little somethin on each one
like he'd put somethin on his light bill, somethin on his phone
he'd get lil money in here he paid a lil more
he aint have it all so he just paid what he could on it
and somehow he managed to keep all this stuff going
It was nothin but a grace to the lord
Carolina i remeber an i was
dead broke and bout to go crazy
half a tank of gas, two ciggaretts
scrapping up change in the ashtray
and the voices its was only a test of my faith
it was only
Say it seemed like every time he got himself off the ground
Somethin would come and knock him right back down
Sometimed he wanted to lay on out for the count
frustrated and tired but he got up anyhow
and with a smile i'm talking about
it makes ya ask yourself how he could then he broke down and said
I aint never been this happy in my life, aint got a dime more than i had
but everything seems allright, then they said he went low
having a joy of a piece of mind, meant more than any problem i had
at a time, and now i know and i'm so glad
it was only a sign of the time
it was only asking me why should i cry
it was only saying be glad your alive today
it was only (only) a test of my faith
man he went and sang that song
play this shit every morning just to get my little day goin
You just dont know how this had touched my soul
to find out i wasnt the only one that been through so
allmost that exact same something it eased me up
knew what it was just couldn't put iy in words
i aint never been the type that really talk to nobody
so all the problem i had i just kept it all inside me
Y'all had enough of your own to worry bout
Not the little situation i had going on
but yano god wont let you suffer to long
i aint even have the radio on i was out on the porch
then boom! from the heavens above
just when i was at that point and i was just about to mess up
man buddah played a song for me cuz
Who rang my phone?
That boy gon be a singer one day fo real
Naw man get serious for a minute
I said
And I said
And I said
Cuz he told me, cuz he told me, cuz he told me
Why should I worry about what people say?
When they gon talk about me anyway
They gon 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 one and only 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
Stealin donkin and drugs, livin reckless
And takin 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 givin up, paranoid, scared
Totally overlookin 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 talkin about me, I probably miss ya
Petey doin this, Petey doin that
I seen Petey here, but what he doin there?
Why you don’t come and ask
It aint gon make me mad
I respect that more than you doin it like you have.
Botherin my family scarin 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 cuz you won’t take the chance
What that mean? You missin somethin in the crotch of your pants
He can make me laugh
Cuz 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 somethin 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 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 tellin 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
In the time of need
When the world has gone through so many changes
So many ups and downs, so many obstacles
So much confusion
I take it upon myself as one bein of the new leaders of hip-hop
To make a change, and bring it to the forefront
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
Take the flag, put it in the air, spin it like a helicopter
U.S.A.!! Come on and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who, us, us, us, yes sir!
[Verse 1]
Say it loud, United States of America
Time to put it down and do it like this
Now fight for somethin that's worth it (uh)
I'm a country boy, never really cared before what was goin on
Now that it came a little closer to home
I got a couple more buttons make somethin go uh-uh
Everybody get strapped
If you gon' get it let's get it if you ain't then get back
Big fella, who dat
All the people around the world that's why we get through that
Fort Jackson, Fort Bragg, Camp Jude and David (damn!)
Pensacola, Parris Island, troops over here, Seals over there
Fort Dix, Fort Lee, Pearl Harbor (let me think)
The Army(ARMY), the Navy(NAVY), Air Force, Marines(RINES)
Green Beret, Navy Seals, New York Police
Even got me dressed in Army fatigues, how ya love that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
You remember them days y'all
When the teacher told us
About World War I and World War II, now the time has come
For us to REP OUR COUNTRY!
Wave the flag strong
And could somebody tell Mr. bin Laden
He got a lot of people lookin for him
My house, my home, my hood
My brother, my sister, my cuz
Land of the free, home of the brave, it's the land I love
I had to bring it up, ask Peter Bare if I could change it up
Now I really got the whole world raisin up, come on!
And sing with us
Raise up(Raise up!) Raise up(Raise up!) Raise up(Raise up!)
For that star-spangled banner
[Chorus]
Thank you Petey Pablo
Cause if we don't stand for somethin
we're bound to fall for anything at all
Sum Somethin' reporting live from the front lines
Sending lots of love and prayers out
to everybody from every corner of the Earth
Who lost a loved one, a homie, a friend
I'm talkin about a mother, father, sister, brother, even a cousin
On September 11th, we miss you, and we love you
and we will never, ever forget
Now..
[Intro: Rah Digga] + (Just Blaze)
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it
[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
We 'gon take this through the roof
See me on the move checkin cats like who's who
Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang
Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names
Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks
See me cruisin until that my six is wipped
And we off to the races (Say what?!)
Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces
Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan
Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand
Mami fly, watch your man
Me takin loses I be damn
What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big
dogs)
And we stay in the flossin game
See me on the front line like G.I. Jane
Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin
[Chorus]
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
I be that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
I be that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank
Love is love ma leave it at that
You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu
Keepin up with me how souped is you?!
Boy state your purpose get on down
Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!)
Pullin up to my bumper baby
Body language somethin crazy
Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what
Only been here a minute cats startin it up
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Come one come all we 'gon have a ball
Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!)
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
[Bridge: Rah Digga] + (Just Blaze)
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it
[Verse 3: Rah Digga]
It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader
Come on drop it like a hot potato
Everybody let's percolator (Come on!)
Fellas in the club lookin righteous
With a tight chest I think I might just
Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one
Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun
Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac
In the system watch mami straight throw it back
Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on
down
Digga Digga is crazy right now
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit
[Outro: Just Blaze] + (Rah Digga)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
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
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
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 wanna 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
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 a lie
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
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
Barricades, 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
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
Mad 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin'
'Cuz they stay in the jar
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
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Mad 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin'
'Cuz they stay in the jar
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 ever 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 no chick in here that I can't have
Bada boom bada bam ba bam!
You're insinuatin' 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
Mad 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin'
'Cuz they stay in the jar
I bet you want the goodies
Bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered
Mad 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies
Keep on lookin'
And I can't be to late
How long we gon' be here?
To when
Where the hell is this taken me too?
Man y'all crazy the fun room?
The what?
Ohh lord
C'mon
Ha ha
Ohh Lord
Ah ah
Its, its, its the 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 my 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
I'll tell ya boy
We terrible
(Ah)
Every time we get together its a odd
[Incomprehensible]
Load the pussy up, then we out the door
Then what? To the studio
In the mic room baby on the floor
You are nasty
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Fun room
(I'm talking 'bout)
The doors locked
In the bath room
(I'm talking 'bout)
Fill the bath up
Some [Incomprehensible]
(I'm talking 'bout)
Cross the boy
(I'm talking 'bout)
Punch him now
(Is this mic on?)
Girl hell naw
(I'm talking 'bout)
Bending over
Bust it open
(I'm talking 'bout)
Give me some jello mode
(I'm talking 'bout)
Quit acting like you ain't done it before
(I'm talking 'bout)
You billy goat touch your toes
Bite on my shoe string if I start hurting you're box
Quits squirming
(Aight)
I'm ah sweat it up
Send ya home
With a ice pack on
And you know what happen last time don't ya
Had you're bad ass on motrin' 500
I'm sorry I hurt ya honey
That means, I am funny
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Fun room
Any thing you want is going down
In the fun room, fun room
Any thing you want is going down
In the fun room, fun room
Chain in the fun room
(All night)
Do any thing in the fun room
(All right)
Ca-can you hang in the fun room?
(All night)
Or would ya bang in the fun room
(All night)
Where tha chicks show you love dat
(And they)
Ain't scared to touch ya
(And they)
Mite rub ya butt
(And they)
Make a nigga cum
(And they)
Mite give you some
(If ya)
(I don't)
See nothing wrong
A little bit of fun
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
When we in the fun fun room
Let's take some calls from the request line.
Caller number one.....
Ay,..man...whats up.
This Dominique from shay lil' shack bar.
Whats up Dominique.
I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo.
Aight, I got that coming right up for you.
Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you
wanted.
Double-u boom boom b baby!
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do 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?)
24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it.
Put a face and some cute lips, earing and a 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.
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
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 it loud if 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'll give you anything you can handle!
Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy.
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
I feel you Pablo
This Petey Pablo
April the 9th, 19-2000
Diary of a sinner, huh, 1st entry
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
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
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 dont always get mine, and I dont 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
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
cuz, 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
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
all of my life oh lright
oh it's the diary of a sinner
there it is, my life
right there, right in your face
the diary, I wanna 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
(feat. Sunshine Anderson)
(Petey Pablo)
Getcha money, it's tha come up
Nada nada, get the whole thing
Do it big. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa
(Petey Pablo)
Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass
Startin' guns, been five
And I ain't tryin to come in last
Ain't no need for me to be upset
And ain't no need for you to be mad
If a man got his own pad
And whether he want forty-karat
He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself
The greed words, you had that there
What a dream, he would always had
And it ain't right, but that's the way it is
In this life, you don't get to deal
You can climb to the roulette wheel
I want something I can leave my kids
The memories of what they wish their daddy had did
If I could leave them all a couple of mill
And show em how this cruel world can really get the best of a nigga
I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon
The only thing that matters is the root of all evil
(Chorus-Sunshine Anderson (Petey Pablo))
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
(This time through added libs by Sunshine Anderson)
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
(Petey Pablo)
I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll
I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em
I'm gonna have to get my grind on
Hustlin' and using my muscle tryin to bring the prize home
I ain't the only nigga with issues and I know that
But I ain't concerned with nobody's issues by mine Jack
I invented jail, invited(?) em back
Hell, I'm still in that
The only thing left now is six feet of cold black
Flower bringin' and church singin'
In a grave stiffed up and stankin'
And you can tell that I've been thinkin' can't cha(can't cha)
Now maybe you can understand my anger
And while I'm still out there candy slangin'
And while I'm out there, chasin' them banks
And why I gotta smoke a pound of dank
You never know when your day gonna be your last day
Better get this money when it should've been made (maaade)
(Chorus)
(Petey Pablo)
I'm sorry it had to come to this (to this)
I know I'm really disrespecting your family members
That really love to care
It ain't ya'll, cause ya'll know me better than this
I guess it's just the way that I'm is
And maybe I'm a deadbeat kid
Maybe I really don't deserve to live
Maybe they should have gave me life in prison
Only takin' what they give me
Cause out here, I'm stuck in menace
Cause out here, I'm a threat to niggas
I'm like smokin' and pumpin' gas
Light the fire loose to the filter (whew)
You don't feel the vibe we givin'
Cause if you'd did, you'd done been the hell up
You'd done been stickin' ahead of your business
You'd of been, shittin' embarrassed to hit me
You'd of been, sent them boys to get me
Nah ah ah
And I don't repent cause I ain't that nigga
And anything I done, I meant it (you meant it, you meant it)
(Chorus) 2X
(Sunshine Anderson)
Getch yo money made
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 to ya class E
Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya head beats
In ya back seat
Y'all think I'm mean
Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout
How you the drug game sewed 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 should be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two more verses for you
This ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya
I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
Now that you know what the song about
Y'all probably cussin' me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin' they jewelry from Jacob
And don't let me know
You got a platinum piece
But your chain is plain right gone
After the video it gotta 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
Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat
Can you mutha fuckas do dat
(Do dat)
It's a sad situation
Record name 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 day 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 a likes
Sounded like
(Mobb deep!)
Sounded like
(Jay-Z!)
Sounded like
(B.I.B.!)
And we don't need no more please
Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin' dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin' really is
Yoouu gonna have to change up all yo shit
(Yo shit)
Yo shit, yo shit
[Intro]
Ohhhhh (North Carolina)
On, top (y'all better come on)
Harvest (y'all bettter come on!)
Petey Pablo (c'mon!)
Abnormal, huhhh
[Chorus]
9-1-9 motherfuckerrrrr
(WHAT!) 9 (WHAT!) 1 (WHAT!) 9 motherfucker
9-1-9 motherfucker
I'm representin NINE, ONE, NINE motherfucker!
[Petey Pablo]
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
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Petey Pablo]
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
[Chorus - echoes at the end]
"The number you requested, area code 9-1-9,
will be automatically dialed..."
[Petey Pablo]
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
-chorus-
(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.
-Verse-
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 (x6)
god his got windows,
(aint that wit you)
you better stand up (x4).
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 (x4)
every little thing, for every little thing,
i just wanna say (thank you.i said thank you(x4)
everything you've done for me, (everything (x2)
Thank you(x3) i said thank you, thank you(x2)
i just wanna say thank you, thank you(x2)
everything you did to me, your so wonderful, so beautiful, so...
he spoke to me,
i said thank you(x4)
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
