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Petey Pablo: Talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you today The new album from Petey Pablo, "Still Writing in My Diary: The 2nd Entry" The boy hot now; he been gone for a little while, had a little vacation, enjoyin' life But that's what you're supposed to do when you get there: enjoy your life Y'naw'mean, 'cause this ain't promised to us tomorrow, we can lose this shit tonight Ya understand what I'm sayin' but this young man that I'm bringin' before you today, has done it all He's been at the lowest of the low, he's been at the top of the world And he still remains grounded, that's a trill nigga, street cat A fine young man, and I'm very proud to be able to say that I even know the young fellow But without further ado, because I know you've been waitin' Still writin' in his diary, the 2nd entry My mama said, "Can you give her 3 dollars for a 5 dollar book of food stamps so she can get her some cigarettes?" (laughs) Ya see, I go through some shit called voice exercisin' When I go in the booth, and I go in there and I just lay a hook now 'n then, know what I'm sayin' Like this shit right here [Chorus: Repeat 2x] Time to take them shirts off again (put 'em back up in the air) Represent, represent (put 'em back up in the air) I really need you to mean it, mean it, mean it (put 'em back up in the air) Start up that South shit again (put 'em back up in the air) [Petey Pablo] What you want this time, more fire? Your problem, I got it (I got it) Y'all better be ready to call the motherfuckin' firetruck to come up in this bitch an' put me out (yeah, yeah) Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin' it down (I brought this fire, baby) Stronger than we've ever been baby boy y'all in trouble now (now now now now now now) If y'all ain't ready (ready), better find your door it's time to go and y'all gotta get out All up in the wheels and under your heels and let the best thing to roll you out If you been there, I ain't got to talk to you about it It don't get more gangsta, gangsta than it gets in this South [Chorus: Repeat 2x] [Petey Pablo] Got another rake, got another lawn mower, got another hoe A brand new weed wacker, with diamonds on the top where you hold Got a water hose, anything you want it up on Carolina (?) painted float to go with my post I be out there in that water 'round them rich white folks And caught me fishin', but guess what, dog, I look good in that boat I'm just as country as the day I was born, I love it Change my name for me (Mmmmmm mmmmmm P-P-Petey Pablo, ?) Bob your head, get your thang off, show yourself Look around ya boy, if that ain't there the South at its best We run this shit here, all this shit here, nigga, look at me man Your Jack ain't why you should be worried, it's the Ace in my hand [Chorus: Repeat 2x] [Petey Pablo] I'm sellin this song out to everybody that took the time when I ain't got my shit Record store, bootleg, under hung and everywhere that my CD is at I take my hat off, if it weren't for y'all, I wouldn't be nothin' at all And Carolina would still be two states, y'all motherfuckers used this to drive across Do you see anything on my goddamn face that look like I'm playin'? Have I said anything tonight, that y'all motherfuckin' niggaz ain't understand? That I leave when I had a reason, talk to me man! Naw I stayed, 'cause this where I was born and raised (And I) I swear on everything I love I'ma do my best to keep doin' it for us And I don't need a gold on a black to black just some down at home country love (country love) I don't ask for much (huuuuuh huuuuhhh) that's enough to keep my heart in the court (huuuuuh huuuuhhh) Tell the truth, it's really messin' me up to see all y'all niggaz still raisin' up (ooooooooooh) [Chorus: Repeat 2x] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put 'em back up in the air (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Repeat 4x] [Chorus: Repeat 2x] |
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Oh yeah
Birdman Prrrrrrr Yeah North Carceezy! Oh yeah Cash Money ha Yeah Get the money baby Get this money baby TQueezy! It's Birdman baby Freezy you did the damn thing boy [Petey Pablo comes in] Yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Holla at ya boy, Birdman! Prrrrrrrrrr Oh yeah Uh huh [Baby] Ay ay See I came around early It was me and Ms Birdy It ain't nothing to a pimp It ain't nothing to a baller Worldwide hustling known shot caller [TQ] Yeah yeah When I came through dippin' In the Bird Benz With the Birdman and some Bird friends I got big wheels And every time I'm in the club it's a big deal [Baby] Mama on everything (oh yeah) God bless the day and the 20 inches Came around the corner with the slab on rags (alright) Think about my dad and the shit we had [TQ] Ooh Lord, I remember yesterday Trippin' hittin switches in a white on white tray Caught a Bird with the Bird the very next day Down to Carolina where is Petey [Petey Pablo] I tried to tell ya'll It about to happen Ayo Baby How we're gonna have the Birdman and the Helicopter Man on the same track Yo Mannie, you cut the fool on this track TQ, I see you boy You out from West Coast to New Orleans and North Carolina Give a fuck what them New Orlean do You know how I do Mashin on 22's I got a caddy to it And a jag and a Benz and a corvette Just like baseball ?bit? I'm on deck ballin cat All ya'll should call me that Took mine, dip mine Trippled the stack Who's fucking with that Carolina, Cash Money Man, Mannie what you do to this track TQ, Bird, Petey on the same jam I'll be GOD DAMNed! It's on now! And I don't expect you to understand And this is for grown man You standing on some dangerous land And this time I got a master plan I got a man with papers to handle the pistols So I don't have to tj-tj-tj-tj I done had it up to here with this shit Take this track to the label Here's your single bitch! [Petey Pablo (Baby)] (Petey Pablo baby!) ?all the time, boy (Birdman!) (Cash Money number 1!) You know ? (C'mon) see'mon (Mannie Freezy!) Show em how to do the time, Baby (Prrrrr) Birdman, Helicopter Man, oh Boy is crazy, boy North Carolina to New Orleans, baby [Petey Pablo] We got some questions of my home town While I was gone working on this album Racking my brain going through all types of problems 'Cause the world would never get passed the first Single I dropped The whole album was hot Bottom to the top And this time I'm giving ya'll a whole enchilada Rappin hard I went back to the drawing board Got me a sharper sword Jumped on the right horse Good Lord! It ain't a game anymore It's a rain forrest of wack shit and I don't want no Part to it I done built me a fort I'm prepared for it If the boat do sink, dawg, I won't on it I was on the damn flight to New Orleans And do a song with Souljah from Magnolia Holla if you hear me And I ain't dis, trip, flip script on none of my Homies It's Carolina till I die, whody! [Petey Pablo (Baby)] Yeah! What ya'll gotta say about that there Birdman You better told em (Petey Pablo, baby!) I told em (Petey Queezy be!) Oh Lord (North Carceezy and ?Bird Beezy?, baby) (NO and NC, baby) (We doin it real real real big) (So so so fly) [TQ] We fly, Baby We fly |
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| 3:56 |
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Ay, Check this out,This the Carolina Birddog
AKA Ginboy, Mister Ginboy, Y'all know what it is I got my man Gotto in the house tonight I got my homeboy Bryan in the house tonight We gone represent, Carolina we back baby Holla atcha boy <i>[Verse 1]</i> We came to fill the gap in the game The helicopter man took and bought him a plane Now I guess I'm just gone have to pick me a name To place cross the face of my new runway International roller, while y'all still ridin round local Crusin through in somethin' chopped off at the roof Tearin up my baby doll new hair-do Candy painted sittin on some brand new shoes Aint studying nothin' lesser than them 22's Actin a fool, by the hip-hop and the music Doin tricks, hittin switches like (uh uh uh) All us sittin on dubs, and all our guls cut cuz Y'all broke, and can't get shit from us Besides a motherfuckin dick to suck (C'mon) <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> Shit, Gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam Awww Shit, gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam <i>[Verse 2]</i> Carolina nigga got the game on lock You can tell a pimp nigga when you see his car Still tickin passin him with two bad hoes Window rolled down so his curls can blow That boy from the west coast, naw I don't thank so I thank he from down south, where they get low (To the windowwwwwwwwww!) dual pipes and vogues Sippin gin, head in the wind, you seen it before You know how we roll, cars both sides of the road Like a motherfuckin pimp nigga, watch me hoe Cut that shit down, what he talking bout He just mad cuz, his girlfriend turned out Look at that bitch in that truck, bouncin that butt (Look at that bitch in that truck, bouncin that butt) <i>[Chorus]</i> Aight, now what we do right now, we gone go back Way back, c'mon c'mon Yo momma, yo daddy, yo greasy greasy grandmammy These girls scandalous, got holes in they panties Got big behinds like Frankenstein Breathe smeel just as shitty And meatballs on they titty And scrambled eggs down 'tween they legs Aint yo girlfriend pretty YEEAAAAH! This is another Lil'Jon production Petey Pablo, y'all what it is Set it off <i>[Chorus]</i> you know I'd like to come over there and just choke the life outta ya right in front of Jesus <i>[laugh]</i> |
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| 3:55 |
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[Petey Pablo:]
Let's take some calls from the request line. Caller number one..... [Caller:] Ay,..man...whats up. This Dominique from shay lil' shack bar. [Petey Pablo:] Whats up Dominique. [Caller:] I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo. [Petey Pablo:] Aight, I got that coming right up for you. Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you wanted. [Caller:] Double-u boom boom b baby! [Bridge:] (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Would you take it from the back? (How you like it daddy?) Fyna break it down like that! (How you like it daddy?) (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Can you take it from the back? (How you like it daddy?) Fyna break it down like that! (How you like it daddy?) [Verse One:] 24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it. Put a face and some cute lips, earing in her tongue and she'll know what to do wit it. Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself. Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, (ding dong) and she right there. And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be (off and over there). Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit. I need a girl that I can freak wit, and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick. And love to get her pussy licked, by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that. [Chorus:] FREAKALEEK! (Do you like it daddy?) Shameka Keisha (Do you like it daddy?) Tara FREAKALEEK! Shonda (Do you like it daddy?) Sabrina Crystal (Do you like it daddy?)Daronda FREAKALEEK! Theresa (Do you like it daddy?) Falicia Tenisha (Do you like it daddy?) Sharon FREAKALEEK! Monica (Do you like it daddy?) Monique Christina (Do you like it daddy?) Yolanda [Verse Two:] I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong. Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled (and I don't like to work that hard). I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and let your eyes roll back and my toes curl. (I love when you do that girl) Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers. Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board? Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to? Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair? Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there? Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass? I can give you anything you can handle! [Chorus] [Bridge] [Caller:] Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy. [Petey Pablo:] Not a problem. You know I do it because I love you. Now I got to give a shoutout to Seagrim Gin cus I drink it, and they paying me for it. [Chorus 2x] Song evaluation |
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| 4:36 |
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95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole Throwin the crooked finger ddd- ridin the west coast Giv em' some real soldiers Why'all son of bitches, hoes I called it like I called it Think I'm wrong, step forward And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on Quit fantisizing bout that man, and live on You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long Probly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya Tonite were gettin closure,I'm pointin out folks Pullin niggaz cards, exposin what ya hold I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more Just had some shit on my mind,in my chest I had to get off You can't judge a mutha fuckin book by its cover But I can spot a bitch a mile away Pardon me brotha Chorus O its on, get at me, bitch I won't slap the shit outcha Whacho want, Drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O its on, get it, bitch I won't slap the shit whacho want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " O its on, get it, bitch I won't slap the shit whacho want, drag cummon get ya some, mutha fuchas Verse 2 These niggaz catchin feelings They ain't men they women And he gay 'cause he wit em and he trying to defend em So I say we should expose these hoes I think our fans should know they gon shoot up yo shows Its on know ya'll can cummon down I got a desert eagle wit a silencer I swear it make no sound A 4-5 calibur with some bullets that so round 50 took a look at it and told me to slow down Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya Throw on some frank sinatra and order me some pasta They fuckin with some mobstas See we can get it done, and I bet you at his funeral Nobody gon come I ain't here to be beefin wit no nigga to get a name If you pussie and show yo panties, I'm pullin out my thang Got a habit of smackin faggots with semi-automatics You niggas in trouble Buck and petey back at it its on! (chorus) If you jump off in the club its a jump off in the club She can tow up just get tore up like I give a good fuck All the champagne I don bought but why'all don paid for this chair That I'm fittin to take and break acros this son of bitch head Look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (10 ton( That's on everything I love to drop then Fuckin round get a main artery cut in half Blood gushin out the side of you're neck bleedin to death Needin a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man Its gettin crucial out here n you takin this shit for granite Pussy punk, panty wearin mascara faggot Blowpop suckin ass,juicy fruity crooked man Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy Backstabbin motherfuckin crabs in a barell I can't stand em, but I bet I can handle em |
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| 4:19 |
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<i>[Petey Pablo]</i>
This, is a Petey Pizzle, Productshizzle Thank you man <i>[Chorus]</i> Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up (Squad Up, Squad Up) Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up (Squad Up, Squad Up) <i>[Verse 1]</i> Dawg, you ain't had to worry bout us, we wasn't even thinkin bout ya Til you went to flyin out the mouth (all cattacornered) Where the fuck did Petey go, (One-hit wonder) hell naw I just been out here up on this horse that I done jumped on Enjoyin myself a little bit cause I deserve it Befor Sadaam and ol Sadonna Jones supposed to Get my ass I nthe Taliban bad ass it's over Fuckin up some more planes my taxes pay for Let me break it down for ya, everythang round here Got Carolina on it bitch, I'm in charge of it I don't care what shwaty said, security handle that Before we start to rearrangin shit up here with his ass Oh yeah, we can go there, I'm qualified for this here And certified, downtown, ready to stir it So before you start to, ease up a little on this here You gone hate it when I do that right there (Right There) <i>[Chorus]</i> Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up (Squad Up, Squad Up) Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up (Squad Up, Squad Up) <i>[Verse 2]</i> Still off the chain, still in the game I gotta hear you say (Petey Pab Motherfucka!) That's right baby, two scoops of raisins Half man and half amazing This time I got that purple in my haze, candy on my paint Rocks a little larger on the side of my face I'm the Mr.Carolina chairboard spokesman Hail to the king (Thanks For Your Support) If any nigga out there feel that they just wanna kill they self To run up here and try to take what's mine (Let Em Help They Self) I ain't got no greaps or gripes, you choose how you lose your life Gun bustin, knife cuttin, motherfucker fist fight me Watch how Carolina wild out for they homeboy Some of them don't like me but they ain't gone let you hurt me You can bet that there on the left cheek of yo ass I'm the fuckin man round here (Sound Off) <i>[Chorus]</i> Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up (Squad Up, Squad Up) Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up (Squad Up, Squad Up) <i>[Verse 3]</i> I rep for the prisons, I rap for the block All my nine to fivers out there workin jobs I rep for single parents that don't need they baby daddy To buy them not nan pamper, show them punk bitches you can handle it Chinese, Japanese, Portugese, Hispanic Phillipine, Dime piece , the white ones and the black ones Cherokee, Mix Breeds, over here to cross seas If y'all don't sound off I'm leavin (Sweet Jesus!) <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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Yeah I seen em come through here a couple times
I didnt think nuttin of em Y'know what I'm sayin But that shit you dont talk that huh? That shit shocked everybody <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Petey]</i> Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa) Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall (yessir) This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it (and i) Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call <i>[Verse 1]</i> <i>[Petey]</i> I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab When I was apache rappin in the penetentury yard Eatin ?? outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meat Waitin for the day cut in the term and free So I could get out here and make mama proud of me And do the right thing run up on the right man That can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to be Had to get ejected cause the game a cold Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door Oh no, hell naw (say what!?) Get lost (Hold up) Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie) Fucked around one night went out in New York When I met one of the brothers "up-in-ala-boys" Ever since then money been a real long head That bout says it all (c'mon) <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Petey]</i> Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call <i>[Verse 2]</i> <i>[Petey]</i> (Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me all the time Just incase one of these motherfuckers loose they mind And run up on me like I aint gone hold it down for mine I can show you better than tryin to tell ya bout it See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county Where these niggas used to run around armed and robbin There was this little boy by the name of Moses Had to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolen Till one day nigga caught a hold to him Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat Oh naw (hell naw) Shit yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?) What the fuck you think I did? Told Grama, granny told Grampa Grampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy) Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure off Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth (ahhhh) <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Petey]</i> Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call <i>[Verse 3]</i> <i>[Petey]</i> They aint certified till a nigga run in they house Put the thang in they mouth and blow errrthing they think out Run around actin like bitches (talkin bout errrbody) You gone make me loose it all (I swear to God) I wasnt gone talk about it but, God damnit! This motherfucker bout to piss me off (errrrrr) And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin nigga down here in Raleigh (keep goin!) I dont give a fat bitch big titty pair one of yall motherfuckin play my shit (my nigga!) And the couple of spins that yall son-bitches did give me came from my man and them (Devious!) Man fuck that church boy grab the looks Come on the motherfuckin road with us (trust ya home boy) If I said anything I aint spossed to said and hurt anyone of yall them fuck it <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Petey]</i> Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off Get yo ass on the floor... |
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| 4:03 |
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(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)
AH! (*Females voices humming*) (Petey Pablo - talking) Y'all ready .. Y'all ready .. Y'all ready .. (Verse 1 - Petey Pablo) One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina, put this whole shit on the map Went back got two states, y'all crammed way to the back and brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that) Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the Army I was a bad motherfucker, slightly retarded Mentally institutionalized, since the '85 Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't blow down) Look at me now, holdin it down Doin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it) I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the president And reppin both states (back here in Carolina) Where the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal) His flow is incredible, style is bananas I just wanna go to the Grammy's and I don't care if I win Just to say I've been god dammit (god dammit) (Chorus - Petey Pablo) - 2X Get on dis motorcycle Get on dis motorcycle And that way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready) Get on dis motorcycle Get on dis motorcycle And get your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready) (*motorcycle engine*) (Verse 2 - Petey Pablo) On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holes Lay in a - old home, lay in a - screen doors Car in the back yard, dog chain tied up Ain't drove it in years, sittin on nothin Spit crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood heaters Hooked up Honda Accord, with house speakers Bag, phone and beeper, corduroys and sneakers Pit Spike Lee's and them shell toe Adidas You don't know shit 'bout Petey (Petey) Real definition of the greasy, grimy and gritty You really fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga Always lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your business You better be ready to get it, cause I don't be bullshittin I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin I'ma blow up in this motherfucker (Chorus) - 2X - w/ ad libs (Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx) Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up 85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me drive Left off from LaGrange, passin through Squattenburg On the way to High Point and my speech startin to slur Better tell these sons of bitches, boy to move won't allow for me To stop and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scout It was just a little bump, shit you dented my Ferrari Don't call the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorry All we have done in the name of the south Gave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" about But I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivin That fuckin school bus, know that Bubba still strivin I want me a label, want me a mansion Timmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to me Rest assure though, the day is approachin When these old country boys ain't just playin, they coachin (Petey Pablo - talking) Get on dis motorcycle .. Y'all ready, get on dis motorcycle (*motorcycle engine*), y'all ready Get on dis motorcycle .. Y'all ready Get on dis motorcycle (*motorcycle engine*) HEYYY! (Chorus) - 2X (*Female voices humming and motorycle engine continues until end*) |
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| 3:30 |
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(feat. Missy Elliott)
(Petey Pablo) Man you see that Everytime they with all them big cars, we can't get nothin I don't like that, I don't like that at all (Chorus) I got myself some new funk And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said Well you got a lot of cash let me ask where yo maims Damn where you fro out of town or where you stay I got myself some new funk And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said You should play ball with the sweet game you play Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here (Verse 1 - Petey Pablo) Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle To get every boy on his, brother Tim Why you fuckin with him, he gone have you shame of yourself Out on a limb and to far, to call help I ain't hatin on him, I just heard it heard from him He heard it from him, so he must have done it to them Wait a cotton-pickin minute (Naw) y'all gone head Get in the bed, hike up ya legs, give him some head Girl play to win, work until the dick fall dead I'm just hopin, I can get a chance to poke it myself Yeah, for shizzle Mrs, Thizzle My pager number (877 for Petey Pizzle) (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Missy Elliott) My man at the crib, nigga what the deal Look but don't feel, come on man I came to kill I think you wanna chill, cause you on the X pills In Zeffer hills, and make my titties look like the hills Beg if you will, like I ain't gettin no deal My ass give him chills, like a slut in high hills My body is a meal, like fries in the ville Now playa look at here, ain't nothin goin in my rear My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear Now can't you tear my underwear like apple and pears (Oh Yeah!) Oh yeah sheezy my neezy 7793 come on hit me when you need me (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Petey Pablo) Girl I got a half a pund of reffer, a thousand geeker pops Call up all yo homegirls, see if they can come out See if they'll show out, Freek-a-leek or somethin See if they can boun-bounce over these speed bump-bumps Make her blow the backdoor down Make her scream loud (AHHH!) Like on Girls Gone Wild, breaker break it down, turn it around (ha - ha - ha) I'm tryin to throw a hooker hip out Make her stick her tongue out (?) now sit down Aint but one helicopter pilot in this chopper now Show her what the chopper's about, you in Petey's house Tu-tu-turn around, make a right and get the hell out (Chorus) |
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| 4:22 |
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<i>[Filbert]</i>
Psssst Hey I bet you thought the record was over didnt you? <i>[Petey Pablo]</i> Put one in there like you did for me last time. My country ass. <i>[Hook]</i> COME ON Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) What you gonna do with all these girls? (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on rraaa) <i>[Petey Pablo]</i> That boy that love to rock Man I hold more songs then a god damn jukebox that nigga like 2 pac 130 songs in one day dont stop that boy gone hurt somethin make him sit there watchin numbers (heey) 5, 10, 15 as my money keep pillin up had to get another money machine cause the 1st one i had dont work no more had to get me some new cars with new rims and chrome bars imkinda glad they made stereos wit a button in the middle I miss my aunt aunt like miss my grandma wit a crisco can on the back of the stove bout to fry me up some cat fishwith a side of ocra yall ready to have some fun (yea) helicopter want to back it back it up(yea) I got that what they want (yeah) they want that bumpty bumpty(yea) I know that nigga shit hot right now but dog this shit here cold(yea) <i>[Hook]</i> Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) (Girl) what you gonna do with all these girls (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (come on rraaa) <i>[Petey Pablo]</i> Big bird gotta new flock that wanna fly south soarin to the next block you bed not park in the place where the sign says aint no park gone make me come outside and have to lay down my sox call snoop dogg (snoop dogg) to it wit three girls on the side hard nox crank the nine with a carolina baseball cap pulled down so the sun dont go in my eyes we that type of guy, the guys that daddy dont like with that old colonge that they used to wear comin in here smellin just like my head is towards the light make sure the apples ripe just wait the day i then pulled mine down and nigga just bite me what you doin in there with the lights off you get in this living room right now I wish he take his ass to a motherfuckin bingo session he's just mad cause mines is bad and he 4got were he put his viagra (Heeey) <i>[Filbert]</i> I bet you thought the record was over didnt you? <i>[2nd hook]</i> Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said) Now what am I gone do with all these girls (Heeeyyy) <i>[Petey Pablo]</i> hoochie, coochie, yaya fool put yo hands on the back of that stool uhuh you bed not move stop actin like this is something your used to I've known you since high school when they caught you in the gym behind the bleachers with a jewish dude yo name rung bells in the neighborhood best head in the whole wide world prettiest chest they ever gave to a woman it almost hates to make a nigga stay still i bet you'd ask in a fast time hate to ask to make a nigga get krunk some place were you aint spossed to be drunk get tapped on till yo lil thang get drunk and you face swell up like it was busted open I told you this bop gotta whole lotta bump now get on outta here (who am I) <i>[2nd Hook]</i> Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said,) meet me in the boy's bathroom (I said, I said, I said) now what am I gone do with all these girls (Heeeeyyyyy) |
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| 11. |
| 4:18 |
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Let me tell y'all niggaz like this here right
It's 2003 my nigga All that, all that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga Um, niggaz ain't with that shit my nigga We don't play that shit no more mane Soon as a nigga start talkin that shit Mane, you on the floor shawty Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH!) <i>[Chorus]</i> Watch a nigga get swole on (For talkin that shit) Watch a bitch get rolled on (For talkin that shit) Watch that nigga get laid out (For talkin that shit) Watch them bitches get drug out (For talkin that shit) You don't want none, nigga you don't want none You don't want none, bitch you don't want none You don't want none, nigga you don't want none You don't want none, bitch you don't want none <i>[Bridge 1]</i> You don't like me, I don't like you You want to fight me, I want to fight you Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick Fuck these rental cops, they don't run shit Who run this shit, we run this bitch Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick My back ain't dirty, my lip ain't swole My head ain't busted, my nose ain't broke Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch Put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick <i>[Verse 1]</i> I'm from a small town called, whoop a nigga ass And I mean we'll whoop a nigga ass And I mean we'll beat a bitch to death And I mean, carry him all the way there Take a nigga down the dirt path to the junk yad Where it's stankin at Put his ass in a plastic bag, where there's a hole where you blast him at And I'm talkin bout, tired up witha shoe string And a fishing hook stuck in his thing Layin on empty cans, recycled bags, and some pissy as gatorade Swiss blade, what cut buddy gone enter the damn microwave Better get you a sharpener baby, cause that thang gone only get me activated You look hard, but you really soft You tried to make me mad, but you just piss me off I ain't scared of you nigga, I ain't scared of them hoes And I definately ain't scared of tight T-shirt as nigga that thank he swole <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Bridge 2]</i> I don't blame you, I blame yo mammy bitch She should've fucked yo daddy, she should've sucked his dick You's a punk boy, a fuck boy That like it in the ass, with somethin real hard <i>[Verse 2]</i> So when he come motherfuckers you can stand him up Ask one of these niggaz I was tearin him up Have them sayin that country boy bad as fuck Came in here with a heater and had to bust Put him right back in before I put it on I'm sayin this game ain't changed much Still the same motherfucker used to sell the drugs Still the same one, used to come to the club See a nigga, leave a nigga in a bag of blood In the car with his broad when the police come (Gone) For they find what they lookin for (Yeah boy) you don't hear me though Cause ain't nothin that a nigga ain't cone before And nothin that a nigga won't try again But remeber what's up and I'm is the man You gone crazy, feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap but whe nyou jump over here, try to remeber what the fuck I said cause I meant it <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 12. |
| 3:19 |
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[Verse 1]
Hail to the king, high on the throne Who the hell is this, answer the phone Turn his ass back around, close my door Get the hell up outta here, leave me alone I'm the man round here, fuck what you heard You looking at a kid that ain't scead to dirty This little knotty head nigga been thirsty Just enough sugar fo, for one cup of cool-aid I've been all the way, I mean all the all the way down But looking at this nigga now I never could've told it And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game around The same thang I'm bou tto do now put this in ya mouth [Chorus] International, to worldwide What you know about it, what you know about it Banana peels, watermelon rhymes What you know about it, what you know about it Eveythang I did, for the dirty south What you know about it, what you know about it International, to worldwide What you know about it, what you know about it [Verse 2] Just when you thought that I had put back on my clothes Look at here, there he is, flyin out the side door Time to rock & roll, bought a bag of dominoes Bet it up, set it up (uh ha ha, what be at the time) North Carolina, ba-ba-back out on the road Used to push 22's now I'm on them 24's A lot of shit done changed, since a Range Rover Couldn't turn them burgers over, cause the flame got too high on him Made it a little slower for folks in them paddle boats I might have a little motor but mines been worked on Carefully took them two preachers and let em prayed on Told me I can do anything that I put my name on [Chorus] [Verse 3] Every breath that I take, move that I make Song that I sang, been fo these states The eyes in my face, hold so much pain And seen so much hate, I'm shamed to even say it But thangs they done changed through GOD and his grace My folks and they faith, these hearts that don't break The dirt roads they laid, have just been paved By state my claim, and stand my name Cross the top of the tallest wall up Rock for my prison niggas 'cause I done been crossed up Locked up, 'cause I made a wrong turn ,but guess what I took it as a lesson learned [Chorus - 2X] |
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| 13. |
| 4:19 |
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(Chorus)
I swear, I would lock the door if the cops came and tell em you gone I swear, I would rest in eternal sleep if they would let you live a little bit more I swear, I'd give em my right arm, if they would just leave yo alone Tell the truth, how much do I love ya Tell the truth, more than you'll ever know (Verse 1) I'd tell you I'm tired of it, but nigga I will always be wit ya Through hell or hot water it'll be me and you nigga This can go down in the test of time whether Ripley believe it or not, make it happen once in a lifetime Kinda hard to find, two niggaz that growed up on two different sides of town That get down like I get down, and done his like I done mines Hit it off first time around, and been solid as the foundation under the house This some, shit for us to brag about (bout it bout it) We answered the question and never had to take the time to thank out That's why I'll ride for my nigga, cry for my nigga Die for my nigga Hold ya one hand in the sky for ya nigga Tell them you gone always remember (Chorus) (Verse 2) you know you one of the reasons I'm still breathin cause without you I don't know where in the hell I'd be (homeboy) You know life's been hard at home (homeboy) That's what made us turn to the streets (homeboy) I think that's what had us claimin thugs, sellin drugs Duckin from the fuckin police, indulgin in Boughshe women, foolish niggaz Young, dumb, and off the leash Outta control, but I wouldn't change it If I could I would do it the same (if I can do it) But if it wasn't for the game, teachin us game We prolly would be stuck with the lames (but DAWG) Somehow we made it, and I'm glad that I can tell ya today That my nigga gone always be my nigga 'cause that's the way it's ‘pose to be (Chorus) (Bridge) Sometimes I want to play some ball, Sometimes I want to walk through the mall (Sometimes I want to play some ball, and just walk through the mall) Sometimes it ain't about the broads, and I just want to spend some time alone (Sometimes it ain't about the broads, and I just want to spend some time alone wit my niggaz) Sometimes I want to hop in the car, and drive till tomorrow (Sometimes I want to hop in the car, and just drive till tomorrow) Sometimes I want to pick the phone, just to see what's goin on (Sometimes I gotta pick up the phone, just to see what's goin on wit my niggaz) (Chorus 2x's) |
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| 14. |
| 4:26 |
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Who rang my phone?
That boy gonna be a singer one day for real Naw man get serious for a minute I said And I said And I said Cause he told me, cause he told me, cause he told me <i>[Hook]</i> Why should I worry about what people say? When they gonna talk about me anyway They gonna make up all sort of thangs I just got to be the bigger man And let it roll off The talk don't bother me I believe in me if nobody else does And let it roll off Just like the water on the feather of a dove's back, yeah, I said You know it probably wouldn't worry me so much If I was out there and behind closed doors I was what they call caught up Stealing donkin and drugs, living reckless And taking advantage of all I worked so damn hard for Really needed help, but afraid to ask Lonely, depressed, or just needed someone else On the verge of giving up, paranoid, scared Totally overlooking how much I been blessed How could you understand what you say they said And most of all why they said it, and I just nod my head When you wrong you're wrong, I'll admit it I'll confess to anything if I did it But to spread unnecessary lies, I don't get it How could you find enjoyment in my business? You know what, forget it Talk my nigga If you wasn't talking about me, I probably miss ya <i>[Hook]</i> Petey doing this, Petey doing that I seen Petey here, but what he doing there? Why you don't come and ask It ain't gonna make me mad I respect that more than you doing it like you have. Bothering my family scaring them to death Why you talking to them about me When you can talk to me yourself I might blast back, lose it And tear into your ass Or I could be a man about it And talk and clear the air But you don't never know that cause you won't take the chance What that mean? You missing something in the crotch of your pants He can make me laugh Cause sometime the story can be so outrageous can't say nothing but damn You know what I really am? Beyond that Her momma told me something one day And I ain't forgot it If they scared to my lie to my Heavenly Father's precious name Then who am I to complain? <i>[Hook]</i> I don't care, go head Stop, get away from here Leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone I don't care, go head Stop, get away from here Leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone The rumors you spread don't bother me The lies you telling don't bother me I thought about it And I wouldn't be no better than you I don't care, go head Stop, get away from here Leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone <i>[Hook x2]</i> |
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| 15. |
| 4:37 |
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I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot I'm gonna be country till the day I die To the deep and depth of my soul From the top of my head Down to my Air Force Ones Til the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot Would I ever leave here? Naw I, I can answer that without even thinking about it I am Carolina (you know) North and South (you know) It give my folks a since of it can happen for you To lookup and see my ridin around somewhere Doing my thug thizzle I can't leave here Ain't no way in the world They need me, I need them? I'm gonna be country till the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot I'm gonna be country till the day I die To the deep and depth of my soul From the top of my head Down to my Air Force Ones Til the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot What it feel like to be on the road with Petey Pablo Something I never experienced before Yeah I remember when I first met you You was just getting out of the pen Told me how hungry you was Now you there...you made it I appreciate everything you done for me Taking me on the road with you Showing me the finer things in life Thank you I'm gonna be country till the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot I'm gonna be country till the day I die To the deep and depth of my soul From the top of my head Down to my Air Force Ones Til the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot That mutha***** is crazy (Petey Pablo than gone crazy) That n**** than lost his mind (Naw I ain't dog I'm just tripping man?) That's what I do man I have fun Jive put me on there label because they knew Barry white seen the vision you understand And he believed in me man and I really appreciate it... I'm gonna be country till the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot I'm gonna be country till the day I die To the deep and depth of my soul From the top of my head Down to my Air Force Ones Til the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot |
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| 16. |
| 4:54 |
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(Yeah..so sweet so sweet)
When he spoke to me, (his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah) Just the sound of the voice, When he spoke to me. Sound of a god, send that chill down my body, Now I was lifting, I tried to deny the ways I was feeling, Cos the world had me all messed up controlling my decisions, Had me at the point where I hated who I was, something had a hold on me, and wouldn't budge at all, I felt myself sinking, until this all, now all I could say was 'help me lord', and by god it hurted, I know it hurt because, When he spoke to me, (his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah) Just the sound of the voice, When he spoke to me. Sound of a god, send that chill down my body, Now I was lifting, (shhhhh..wait a minute) Just when I thought it was over, (shhhhh..wait a minute) N'i was bout to through in the towel, My heart was heavy, with a bird left being a bird in the world and not being able to fly, my heart was heavy. (so heavy..so heavy) And if you don't know what I'm talking about then you must be crazy, (you need to stand up) <i>[x6]</i> God his got windows, (aint that wit you) You better stand up <i>[x4]</i> Spoke to me, (his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah) Just the sound of the voice, When he spoke to me. Sound of a god, send that chill down my body, Now I was lifting, I just wanna say (thank you..for everything <i>[x4]</i>) Every little thing, for every little thing, I just wanna say (thank you..i said thank you <i>[x4]</i>) Everything you've done for me, (everything <i>[x2]</i>) Thank you <i>[x3]</i> I said thank you, thank you <i>[x2]</i> I just wanna say thank you, thank you <i>[x2]</i> Everything you did to me, your so wonderful, so beautiful, so... He spoke to me, I said thank you <i>[x4]</i> Just the sound of the voice, When he spoke to me. Sound of a god, send that chill down my body, Now I was lifting, When he spoke to me, (his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah) Just the sound of the voice, (his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah) When he spoke to me. (his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah) Sound of a god, send that chill down my body, Now I was lifting (his spoken..so sweet so sweet..yeah) |
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| 3:54 |
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"Vibrate"
C'mon Yeah Yeah Yeah Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you Start an earthquake [Verse 1: Petey] I want them 3, to come up here wit me So I can put em where they 'pose to be One at the head, one in the middle and one down by my feet, she keep ticklin me Neighbors bangin on the wall cause we over here disturbin the peace, baby be easy Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off all tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em A couple hours in the session we done been through bout four CDs (about four CDs) Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci (They love Jodeci) By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks (yeah I'm gone need em) Cuz these hoes go vibratin in they coochie [Chorus 1: 2x] I like the way yo ass be vibratin... I like the way yo ass be vibratin... [Chorus 2: 2x] Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you Start an earthquake [Verse 2: Rasheeda] Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll Round here we gangstered out, this aint no titty bar we let it all hang out Break bread till the song played out, show that nigga what a real bitch bout These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon But they all played out like the thong song Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south [Both Choruses] [Verse 3: Petey] I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there When I move you move, just like that Just as show as yo ass is fat, there's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex I aint met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn't have All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am Pull up to the side and get away from them Doom, Doom, Doom [Both Choruses] [Chorus 2 - 2X] |
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