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

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

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

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

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

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

P-p-pardon me dog, it's the gitchie the gitchie bar
It's really a tittie bar but I got no license for it
I got the what they want H, plenty O
guns, plenty bows motherfucker chew ya road

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

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

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

'Cause I'll '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 Petey Pab is all it is

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

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

I'm the picker-upper crazy soda can crusher
River, rock path, mobile country motherfucker
Rep the dirty a car commercial you ain't heard it pitchin'
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the shit

Tr-tr-trash talkin' 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 to that
So nigga-nigga don't act like that,
Get a nigga like that, I'm sayin'
Get a nigga wig pushed back, damn where ya at

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

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

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

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

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