[Petey]
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
Lil bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag now tell me I aint 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
[chorus]
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,
[Petey]
P-P-Pardon me dog
Its the gitchie from the gitchie bar
Its really a tittie bar but I aint got no license for it
I got the what they want
Plenty H, plenty O
Plenty guns, plenty bows
Muthafucka chew ya road
You aint 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, 20s on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
Every time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna
Now yall aint ready
Im the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
You dont hear the way ya disc jumpin across the track
Nigga Im a jumpin ass
Fist stomp I know you mad
But aint too much you can do bout that
Cause Ill make em stop the track
Tighten my belt and whoop yall ass
Yall niggas gon understand why niggas dont wanna drop shit this year
Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
[chorus]
[Petey]
Im the quicker picker-upper
Crazy soda can crusher
River, rock path, mobile home
Country muthafucka
Rep the dirty like a car commercial
You aint heard it pitchin
Like the smell in the pasture, Im the Cacky-lacky shit
Tr-Tr-Trash talkin sombitch
Trust me man I aint the one to get mad at
Petey Pab got a bag of vats
And a gat if it come to that
So nigga-nigga dont act like that, playin
Get a nigga smacked like that, Im sayin
Get a nigga wig pushed back, DAMN
Timbaland where ya at
[Timbaland]
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
Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say
[chorus]

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