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

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

I got some pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag now me
I ain't a Macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don
Petey Petey the pussy beater I 'em, fuck 'em, send 'em home

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

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

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

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

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

Now watch me ball,
spinnin', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
Every time we hit 'em they different broads,
Now y'all ready

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

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

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

I'm the quicker picker-upper crazy can crusher
River, rock path, mobile home motherfucker
Rep the dirty like a car commercial you heard it pitchin'
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky

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

In a 18-wheeler blowin' my
in the field pickin' beans and corn-corn
Mama saw that a star was born-born
Mama said star go mow that

I said it's hot as hell a nigga need 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 what the hook say

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

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

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