All are asked to stay inside the cell Hey dog, you think I make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit I wanna make my phone call Just sit
Hey, I get a phone call for this you Hey fuck you too, ya I just my fucking phone call Please come to the front
I got his ass, didn't I? Told him my plan, I? Thought I was wit' him, now he ass out And payin' shit that stank, didn't he? Smelled like some old meat, didn't he?
they found him took 'bout a motherfuckin' week, didn't it? Down in a creek, didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out, Sunday evenin', didn't he? in a sheet, didn't he? Roberts got out of there so fast, they didn't find his boat, did they?
I'd like to flip the hood night, I? ass nigga like to ran up on my slab, didn't he? Y'all didn't even I had that thing, did ya? Y'all just seen mad niggas haulin' ass across the field, ya?
(Hey, hey, hey) That pulled a lot of cards, didn't he? Especially that bald-head, tight t-shirt ass Cindi, didn't he? (Punk) That ran in up his girl, didn't he? (Yo happened?) Took her home and ran the on a trick, didn't I?
You are now rockin' one of the most real Motherfuckers in the rap game, Pablo Or Petey Too as we call him down in Greenville Ya, with new shit, didn't I? Ya Boy boy has done a lot of things Petey something else you did
I was playin', didn't ya? I did everything I said, I? I got out of prison and got a major deal, didn't I? You didn't me, did ya?
Ya know, I know you didn't you probably That I'd be right back on the street, ya? I I showed you, didn't I? Got in the race and then I won it, I?
I didn't rub it in your face, did I? I got real shitty but I didn't, did I? Or got all fly but I didn't, did I? (Nope) Man, I kept it all real, didn't I? (Ya)
it right back to the homefront, just like I said, didn't I? They skippin' Carolina, didn't they? Yo, excuse me, can I your attention? Didn't I? I 'em up the way I did it, didn't I?
Came to the city spittin' But greasy-grimey-gritty, didn't I? I changed a lot of things here, I? from the back to the front And I had them a nigga ass, didn't I?
You real boy, you a trip, you a real trip But hey, but hey the boy it real, he did Oh you it was over Hey get real fly on they ass And about some shit, some real shit
Come on, you coulda had me, ya? All that time, couldn't ya? Mad little ass That little wouldn't hurt you, would it? Well, it shouldn't, it? You wouldn't be and not tell us would you? (Haha)
C'mon, don't laugh it could happen, it? (Yeah) It wouldn't be so bad, it? If I wasn't right there on your ass, it? little shit shouldn't affect you, should it?
Glitter my ass, I'm a cat (Now Petey you shouldn't be like that) (Motherfucker) Didn't they tell you All your dumbness is gonna come
On monkey ass, you gonna be mad At this here, ain't ya man? I wrote a song it, would you like to hear it? it comes (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Hey, let me tell y'all something, I tell y'all That this mother fucka here don't a fuck For real, he is pimp, up and motherfuckin' down Y'all got to this shit, Petey Pablo, tha boy be out 19-2000
Killin' yo, aiyyo, we outta here We'll let motherfuckin' beat ride We're gonna let, y'all sit there And enjoy the rest of this motherfuckin' Aight, was just a fly ass intro To this thang, the whole thang