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Man holla at ya dog Petey Petey hey hey y'all
Carolina bird dog, still got my off
Still for convicts in Sing-sing to Burgaw
Still rockin' with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh

I got a different role, stroll
Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to with Petey hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark to pink-toes
Lil' to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'

I got 1965 pantyhose
in the plastic bag now tell me
I a Macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone
Petey Petey the pussy beater I suck 'em, fuck 'em, 'em home

I my thug on, weekends, I get me club on, we in
So many boy I ought to buy my own
Petey-ott, swiss, Petey inn, Petey I, Petey I
Man we did it

I, got girls, got them thangs
Got guns, got them stunts uh, I said
I, got them girls, got them
Got guns, got them stunts uh, I said

I, got them girls, got thangs
Got them stunts uh, I
I, got them girls, got them
Got them guns, got them uh

P-p-pardon me dog, it's the gitchie the gitchie bar
really a tittie bar but I ain't got no license for it
I got the they want plenty H, plenty O
Plenty guns, bows motherfucker chew ya road

You ain't never seen this
But this shit drop, all she wrote
International D-D-Deah you go
All want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo

Now watch me ball,
Rims spinnin', on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
Every time we hit 'em they broads, da-dunna-dunna
Now y'all ain't

I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack
You hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
Nigga I'm a ass
Fist I know you mad but ain't too much you can do 'bout that

'Cause make 'em stop the track tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass
Y'all niggas gon' why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year
Five and five equals ten Pab Timbaland is all it is

I, got girls, got them thangs
Got them guns, got them uh, I said
I, got them girls, got thangs
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I

I, got girls, got them thangs
Got them stunts uh, I
I, got girls, got them thangs
Got guns, got them stunts uh

I'm the quicker picker-upper crazy can crusher
River, path, mobile home country motherfucker
Rep the dirty like a car you ain't heard it pitchin'
the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky shit

Tr-tr-trash talkin' som' bitch, me man I ain't the one to get mad at
Petey Pab got a bag of vats and a gat if it to that
So nigga-nigga act like that, playin'
Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm
Get a nigga wig pushed back, damn where ya at

In a blowin' my horn-horn
Granddad in the field pickin' beans and
Mama never saw a star was born-born
Mama said star go mow that

I said it's hot as hell a nigga some lemonade
Bump it it's 2000 a nigga needs Minute Maid
Go head and act up get cut with this blade
Nigga you better pay attention the hook say

I, got them girls, got them
Got guns, got them stunts uh, I said
I, got them girls, got them
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I

I, got them girls, got thangs
Got them stunts uh, I
I, got them girls, got them
Got them guns, got stunts, uh uh

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