<i>[Petey arguing with cop]</i> "All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell" Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit down I just wanna make my phone call Just sit down - Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker Fuck you Hey fuck you too ya bastard I just want my fuckin phone call "Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate"-
<i>[Verse 1]</i> I got his ass didn't I? told him my plan didn't I thought I was playin wit him now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he? smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he? when they found him - took bout a motherfuckin week didn't it? down in a motherfuckin creek didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he? gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he? Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they? I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I? disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he? y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya? y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya? (hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he? especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk) that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened) took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I?
<i>[sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over]</i> you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherfuckers in the rap game 97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya with this new shit "Didn't I" -ya boy that boy has done a lot of things Petey- tell sumden else you did
<i>[Verse 2]</i> thought I was playin didn't ya? I did everything I said didn't I? I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn't I? you didn't believe me did ya? ya'know I know you didn't you probably decided that I'd be right back on the street didn't ya? I guess I showed you didn't I? Got in the race and then I won it didn't I? I didn't even rub it in your face did I? I could of got real shitty but I didn't did I? or got all fly but I didn't did I? (nope) man, I just kept it all real didn't I? (ya) brought it right back to the homefront just like I said didn't I? they kept skippin Carolina didn't they? yo (cough cough) excuse me, can I have your attention didn't I? I fucked 'em up the way I did it didn't I? came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty didn't I? I changed a lot of things here didn't I? came from the back to the front and I had them kissin a nigga ass didn't I?
<i>[sung chorus in background, man talking over]</i> you real crazy, boy you a trip, you a real trip but hey, but hey, the boy kept it real , he did oh you thought it was over hey petey get real fly on they ass and talk about some shit - some real shit - come on
<i>[Verse 3]</i> you coulda had me couldn't ya? all that time couldn't ya? faggot - mad little penny-pinchin ass that little cash wouldn't hurt you would it? well it shouldn't should it? you wouldn't be broke and not tell us would you? (haha) c'mon, don't laugh, it could happen couldn't it? (yeah) it wouldn't be so bad would it? if I wasn't right there on your ass would it? such little shit shouldn't effect you should it? glitter my ass - I'm a star cat (now Petey you shouldn't even be like that) mother fucker! (mother fucker) didn't they tell you man? all your dumbness is gunna come back on your monkey ass you gunna be mad at this verse here ain't ya man? I wrote a song a bout it would you like to here it here it comes (ha ha ha ha ha haaa)
<i>[chorus sung, with man talking over]</i> hey let me tell y'all something I wanna tell y'all that this mother fucka here don't give a fuck for real, he is pimp, straight up and motherfuckin down y'all got to hear this shit Petey Pablo - tha boy be out 19-2000 killin shit yo aiyyo we outta here we'll let this motherfuckin beat ride we're gunna let y'all motherfuckers sit there and enjoy the rest of this motherfuckin song aight, that was just a fly ass intro to this whole thang, the whole thang
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
What's the dealy my nigga You feelin' this and all of my fellas pimpin' from the dirty south Out here to South Central, North Carolina up in here Y'all know what time it is, this rock the party Pass me some Belvedere, pass me a mic up here Take it to another level Focus, turn that beat up, give me bass with my trebble Give me space for my fellas, yeah I brought the west coast, Aftermath staff to the cotton picking south baby, whoo Baby Bubba, I done figured it out I stole the blueprints from the motherfucking government house Hurtin' 'em now, sit down nigga, tonin' it down And I ain't held a nigga hand since my daddy ran out What you know about not having to remix shit, aha If you made the original hot you wouldn't have to do that You mad at me, ain't y'all I don't care, I ain't gon' change it, I'm real, I'm trill And this a motherfucking club banger
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
Front page, read that boy, He done did it again Petey cheese steaks up with all that vinegar man Damn, how they went there, yeah I thought you knew that I bootleg my shit on the street and sell it myself Why you think I'm always grinning I stay a step ahead of these niggaz Motherfucker I'm up on these niggaz Ain't tryin' to use it either Baby I done revvin' it up I got a money bucket on me, and I'm a fill that bitch up So what if I wanna buy another car, yeah I wanna get another truck Ice my whole shit up, I can pay cash for it As long as y'all ask for it, I'm a show my ass on it I don't keep many spastics till the man put the tag on it Yeah, halt the class, Michael Jackson bag Good as some Sunday dinner country corn bread Dope like a west coast Cali hallway Give it like you wanna get it Ain't that what Dogg said, yeah
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
Carolina walk for me, walk for me (yeah) Walk for me, walk for me (yeah), walk for me Walk for me (yeah), walk for me (yeah) California walk for me, walk for me Walk for me (yeah), walk for me, walk for me (yeah) Walk for me, Petey, yeah I know you want it, I know you want it I know you need it, I know you need it I had to do it, tell 'em why You love Petey, Petey, yeah, and what I do to beats, yeah I'm a genius, yeah, give me the right producer, yeah You'll get ya one of these, yeah I make ya move your feets, yeah I tear the club to pieces, hot lights The Cara sun, heater heats Mama fried, chicken grease Drumstick, breasts and thighs Bring out the paper plates, everybody eating me now
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho) I want a club banger, ok yo, yo We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho) We need a club banger, ok yo, yo I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha) I want a club banger
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
Cant nobody do it like I do it when I do it dog I do it (Break it down) Break it down putcho back into it Main Yall aint ready for the **** I'm doing
(Get up) Get up Putcho drinks down Dont want yall sausy your drinks out All over that your cheap blouse ain't nothin but a small any anyhow
(Still me) Still me I just changed the sound
To the other one I had and just swapped it out
(Switch) Kept somethin in the backround
Cuz you in love with the song but you in love with the backround
Come on let a momma work for me Make a playa wanna spend some money (Come on) I don't really like to spend a money But you can do what you do and do it well Imma
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
(Show up) Show up empty Nothin in um her her No Silicone no libo no botox no dumpy dump (No)
All Natural let the day spoil when another brother in this world Good lookin momma
That good and hot to death make an athelete lose his breath And had to move that *** when you bump south You gonna need a couple skirts keep fallin out
(For real) A 10.5 on a rhictor scale a high
Number you can go to 12 shorty shaking like hell
We ought be shamed ourselves creator couldnt rock the bed that well (Look out) Breakin it down ridin this beat like (WOW) Papa jail man I gun her down
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock
This is defiantly the wickedest thing I hear of my life OK I've been sippin on that patron (Get up get up get up)
I'm ready Give you what you want OK (Get up get up) Might not feel the same way tomorrow (Ok)
What I feel went back tomorrow (Get up get up) Cuz tonight you got me feeling like I wanna take you home (Ok)
Show off that body you got You got that dance floor so hot (Get up) You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock (Ok)
Show off that body you got (Get up) You got that dance floor so hot You workin that You twerkin that You checkin that like a clock (Ok)
Yellow City, yea.. Benzino, yea Yellow Man, yea.. Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me) Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from) Benzino, yea (my nigga) Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock
Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh) Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?" Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot Everybody having fun niggas don't stop Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*} Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh) Got up on that ass when she came up in the door Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*} People going hard cause you know the mood is right Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap VIP crowded so I take it to the back Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
5 in the morning more drinks at the crib Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in! Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend "Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us" Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea) Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon) Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea) This is how we do almost everyday Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock...
What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock...
C'MON!!
We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
[Juvenile] From N.Y. to the motherfuckin N.O. {Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?} What's up Envy nigga?
Hey, hey, nigga what's up? His body get bucked so put some Hennessy in a cup I'ma snatch me a hoe before I leave this bitch Tell the DJ he better play my shit That shit right there, is platinum off the top You already know my reputation, I will fuck with the cops Whatever I'm at, guns and drugs involved That gangsta shit bouncin from wall to wall Women got in free and it's six to one I'm fuckin some before it's done If I don't know shit I know how to get that green Like gettin them for 20, sellin them for 15 I got six hoes, that love me right They'll love you too, if you're payin me right I'm not that kind of cat that'll write books but I could paint a picture in the ghetto on a lightpost {Desert, Storm}
[Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo] Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!) Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!) Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!) C'mon nigga, c'mon! (Yes sir!) Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!) Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!) Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!) C'mon nigga, C'MON! (Yes sir!)
[Petey Pablo] HEYYYY baby, you seen who's that came in the do'? Ain't that that Carolina nigga they say that's outta control? I'm off the rocker nothin can stop me, I'm HOTTER THAN HOT Then got the Juvenile sweat the whole game around, YOU BETTER WATCH HIM 'Fore I fuck around and come to your house Park in your momma flowers and cuss the BIRD NIGGA TO COME OUT I'm crazy baby, I'm wild I don't know if you heard about it but baby I been this way for a while I got some NEW SCHOOL The cables that supposed to be ATTACHED TO THE SCREWS That done come loose and I don't know what to hook 'em to Juve', Juve' - you better tell 'em what this thang'll do SOUTHSIDE, RIDE OR DIE, fool who you talkin to? (YOU!) I got enough to go 'round, my shit'll hit you from Uptown And you know I'm from North Carolina! Lay 'em down for real - a done deal, done deal Pigeon-toed, long nose, bald headed NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Envy - over Chorus] Yeah, fat shout, whole Down South, Midwest.. whaaaaaaaaaaaat?
[Coke] I'm the newer headbussa, baller bitch, bread toucher Caddy white trucker, dropper, red gutter Shut down the summer and ranger's newcomer Ice blue and the rims look like cucumbers I'm a hustler I serve the fiends When it's ready I turn that light on like Krispy Kreme man Set up shop, O.T. in small farms Like I got that dope and her-on, ear from hair on Y'all don't really want no beef with I I'm at your crib ith the ratchet like Allen I. So you could jump if you want {FUCKA!} You get crunk if you want {SUCKA!} But I got asthma and I always keep the pump fucka {FUCKA!} Blow your brains on the dash like "Menace" To identify you they gon' have to call yo' dentist Coke keys, oasis where the heat be Holla at a playa in the street, when you need me
My Mamma said seem like yesterday when my brother he was gonna leave here say he was gonna go and make something of heself see my brother wants just to be a rapper and he could rap real good too, he used to have this book he used to carry around with him all the time he used to calle it a diary, he used to take it everywhere he went one day he took it to church when we went to sunday school And the pastor asked him whats that you got in your hands He said this is my diary and the pastor told him that sinners couldn't have no diarys My brother said he was lying, and my brother said if he couldn't have a diary cause he was a sinner, he would just call it a diary of a sinner My mamma told him dont worry about what pastor said, my mamma told him dont worry about what nobody said if that was your diary, thats gonna be your diary Thats what my mamma said He said he gonna turn it into an album, and i believe him too Im just waitin' One day. One day we gonna turn on the radio...........
<i>[Petey Pablo talking]</i> To get with me, 2000 Yo Pete, I think they ready for you Give y'all some of me YEAH!
<i>[Hook x2]</i> Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo...Pablo...Pablo
What's up witcha hot boys, hot girls Came in to see dogg didn't ya cuz Uh-huh, love is love That's the reason I hold it down for y'all Y'all muh'fuckas do the same for Pun But I'ma keep fuckin' with y'all Kick it like I been kickin' with y'all I owe it all to y'all Y'all was the muh'fuckas that gave a goddamn Anything I got, nigga you can get half Word on my grandmama that passed You stay right by a nigga like me and you'll get blessed Ain't fuckin' with that, down cuz of what I got That's how a nigga get sprung in the back part Muh'fucka fakin' the funk, and then a nigga get jumped on And they don't know where it come from Bet they do, punk-ass tell the truth Petey done what he said he'd do Came home where I'm at now, hit the road, I'm out Everytime I open my mouth ya hear "Dirty South" D-D-Dat's what I'm talkin' bout My muh'fuckin' name's been in an' out yo mouth My nigga, my neck uv da woods Give a shout out, North Carolina, in tha house Shit got a lot better, while I got a lot fedda House got a lot bigger, truck got a step betta Folks think I'm out of my mind I'm out of line a lot of times I don't give a fuck about guidelines Do what I wanna do, when I wanna do it You-you ain't like what I'm doin', you ain't got to I ain't mad at ya, but eventually You gon' find yourself callin' me
<i>[Hook x1 1/2]</i>
One of the realest said I came on his first joint Like how the niggaz on the second and third Runnin' the world, greatest, I ain't put it in words Jumpin' and settin' my muh'fuckin' top boy Representin' my crew, you know Ain't too many that put it down like I do North Cac-this, North Cac-that I'ma hit ya back to back wit that, muh'fuckin' hot shit Y'all ready to get it (Yeah), ready to set it (Yeah) Headin' up in two headers, nineteen two-thousand shit is headed Pump the magnetic, apoletic, cosmetic Cosmotolic, just paramedic slash schizophrenic Energetic, you spaz in minutes and milliseconds PLay the wrong video-edit, do you like Puff did it Go to court get the charges aquitted Muh'fucka like O.J., muh'fucka like no wins Yeah, you know nigga like WHOA win Rah Digga video, Black Rob in the new "Down Atlanta" Me and Bus doin' interviews, slangin' wood around town Fuckin' two at a time, muh'fucka, that's all he ain't got some How you like the sound, Petey three sound Hip-hop, R&B and underground, here playa It's me this year, WHAT MY NAME IS
[David Nevermind] (Petey Pablo) This is David Nevermind And today's controversy is coming from yet another member (Aiyyo tell 'em that we not gon' be playin) or should I say members of the hip-hop community: (I'll blaze 'em niggaz) Petey Pablo - a new artist signed under Jive (Aiyyo go get my homeboys) and has teamed up with Timbaland, outta V.A. (We gonna blow this up) In a quest to redeem his title And bring, North Carolina, and Virginia, to the front of the line (Yeah, we gon' do it) We're gonna stand by
[Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo] This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' hand Spin it like a helicopter North Carolina! C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir!
[Petey Pablo] Who am I? Petey Pab' motherfucker! First to put it down for North Carolina But guess what (what?), it's been worth it I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car Four point six (see the car!) Black wit the bars from the front to back and got a button in the middle, make the trunk go "eh-eh" But it ain't 'bout that It's about gettin whatchu gettin and drivin all back here Big fellas (six fellas) Half of me and Carolina niggaz done time together Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Greene County, Tillery, damn Transfer, Sandy Ridge, Browns over here (greens over here) Pasqoutank, down on the, Odom East (lemme think) Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville (Man Currituck) Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville And all my niggaz doin life behind the wall This right here, right here, right here's for
[Chorus]
[Petey Pablo] Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all The radio and put our own lil' part in the song y'all We used to (Rep our city, rep our city!) Runnin through the school halls just before our basketball pep-rally jumped off (hah!) My house, my home, my hood (hah!) My brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!) My niggaz that was there from the beginin been wit me even 'fore they knew what bein with me was Y'all niggaz just glanced at it, now I gotcha starin at it but it's been the same ol' North Carolina it's been bein Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it? Oh you thought we said we were comin wit a whole lotta somethin we were bullshhh! (ahh!)
[Chorus]
[Petey Pablo] Man I had to do it just incase you were one of the ones who wanted to come and ask somethin stupid (What you think you doin?) What it look like? Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side North Carolina, South Carolina And all my little bity overlooked hick towns We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nothin but a T.T. blast that we got comin atcha, (beat) slammin, (first) classic (Gold for this) What's after platinum? (Baby you don't want the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya but I'm about to bring it home Blow these valleys, these hills, these streams and N.C. outta the water How's it feel to look a motherfucker dead in the grill and tell 'em - "I told ya!"
[Chorus]
[David Nevermind] Uhh, af-after seeing this I-I have no other questions, I, I mean I Hey look, this is David Nevermind I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here, remember If I'm ever caught with anything I'm not supposed to have it's Nevermind North Carolina and V.A. are definitely at the front of the line You have my vote of support, over and out
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 Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo' I got some 1965 pantyhose Still in the plastic bag now tell me I ain't 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 been 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 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 ain't got no license for it I got the what they want Plenty H, plenty O Plenty guns, plenty bows Muthafucka chew ya road You ain't 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', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna Every time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna Now yall ain't ready I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass Fist stomp I know you mad But ain't too much you can do bout that Cause I'll make em stop the track Tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
((Chorus))
((Petey))
I'm the quicker picker-upper Crazy soda can crusher River, rock path, mobile home Country muthafucka Rep the dirty like a car commercial You ain't heard it pitch Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky shit Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'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 come to that So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin' Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm 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 Aah ((Chorus))
(yeah...) (heh...) (hah...) (Petey, Pab-lo) (mmm...) {Hook} (Petey singing) [Petey rapping] I told y'all (I told y'all) It was 'bout to happen, but y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all) Now you see it's poppin' off Got you in he club, dancin' your ass off (I told y'all) Break it down Break it down for me Break it down Break it down Break it down for me (I told y'all) Break it down for me [Verse 1] If y'all ready get your lighter and put your fire in the air 'Bout to blow this up (oh yeah) (Is it?) It's on now Petey Pab' done graduated Broke 'em loose Shook 'em off Twist the game (Chooga Chooga Chooga Chooga) train comin' Full speed! ain't nothin' stoppin' this muh'fucka Puttin' it down (Ch- Chooga Chooga Chang) In my hometown (My niggas keep pickin' me up) I got it rockin' at the show All year a motherfucker stompin' in the flo' (boom boom) Losing control! (eyes closed) Hands up (bob in the dome) And you can call it what you want to (if you wanna) But you better keep your eyes on it I done told ya over and over I don't feel like talkin' no more It's about to go down (Just like I told ya) [Hook] Move over Makin 'em diesel Fueled up Jesus Mmwaaa! Clear the road Block it off Hold it back Make a path for it I'm a creeper Carolina street sweeper My brother keep her You better believe her Good as a bag of Afghanistan reefer I can't fuck wit me and y'all can't neither (Hear me rap) You'll need bulletproof speakers (My impact) Will kill 79 people (Hah) The levels start to jumpin' on the needle Then sparks start to shootin' out the speakers DJ just just can't catch the needle Clubs call the beaver for the flavor of the Petey [Hook] When they ask me where I'm from I say Greenville, and Raleigh Durham, Chapel Hill, Greensboro, Charlotte Fairfield, Rocky Mount, and Tarboro Pine Tops, Lil' Washington, Farmville New Bern, Kinston, Snow Hill, Falkland Please don't get me started I could call 'em out til' tomorrow Carolina's list alone is 16 malls I'm bout to make a role call Calling all out COULD TIMBALAND PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE! You can't miss kickoff Watchin' these niggas get they shit off Sending adrenaline rush through the whole park Dust to dawn From the club to the barn Port to port (Nigga!) From yard to yard I done brought it from the far beyond Stated claim Got a name, got it painted and framed MOTHERFUCKER! [Hook] 2x [ad libs until the end]
(Petey arguing with cop) "All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell" / Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit down / I just wanna make my phone call Just sit down - Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker Fuck you Hey fuck you too ya bastard I just want my fuckin phone call "Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate"-
I got his ass didn't I? told him my plan didn't I thought I was playin wit him now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he? smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he? when they found him - took bout a motherfuckin week didn't it? down in a motherfuckin creek didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he? gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he? Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they? I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I? disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he? y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya? y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya? (hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he? especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk) that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened) took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I?
(sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over) you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherfuckers in the rap game 97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya with this new shit "Didn't I" -ya boy that boy has done a lot of things Petey- tell sumden else you did
thought I was playin didn't ya? I did everything I said didn't I? I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn't I? you didn't believe me did ya? ya'know I know you didn't you probably decided that I'd be right back on the street didn't ya? I guess I showed you didn't I? Got in the race and then I won it didn't I? I didn't even rub it in your face did I? I could of got real shitty but I didn't did I? or got all fly but I didn't did I? (nope) man, I just kept it all real didn't I? (ya) brought it right back to the homefront just like I said didn't I? they kept skippin Carolina didn't they? yo (cough cough) excuse me, can I have your attention didn't I? I fucked 'em up the way I did it didn't I? came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty didn't I? I changed a lot of things here didn't I? came from the back to the front and I had them kissin a nigga ass didn't I?
(sung chorus in background, man talking over) you real crazy, boy you a trip, you a real trip but hey, but hey, the boy kept it real , he did oh you thought it was over hey petey get real fly on they ass and talk about some shit - some real shit - come on
Ladies and Gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen) The party will continue (the party will continue) in 5,4,3,2,1.
Party ain't over til 6 o'clock But my man got the hook up at the Marriott We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot And la di da da da (Repeat)
Tip toe through the tulips 'scuse me Looking for a night like q-t?? Bad momma driven like rule me With a body type type like eww-wee Couple cosmos and she ready to leave Don't care where she goin, she just rollin with me Got her ever so tight in the back of the jeep More like an Isley brother, sister between the sheets Over 18, love sex and weed Won't get mad, if I won't do her but she'll still do me Want me to spank her while I bang her on the balcony The more I close hang her, well the more she screams The car stopping, dogs barkin, the whole world can see If it ain't botherin shorty, it ain't fuckin with me Ya know what I mean, oochie-wally sing it for me la di da da da Sing it for me
Party ain't over til 6 o'clock But my man got the hook up at the Marriott We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot And la di da da da
(Repeat)
Slide me your number like hey yo keep it on the low boyfriend sittin at the bar next door Right there, shorty damn near touchin my nose I don't know how she gonna do it but I'm ready to go Club hot, but I want to go somewhere that's cold AC, king size, on the fifth floor, (you know) That's just the way I roll Same way you can roll if you go with the flow c'mon handle your business and a duck your nigga soon as I duck these chickens, we gonna, get the gettin Can't wait to dig in the kitty, you got my attention Your itty bitty waist, got me twitchin in my britches Feanin for that sticky icky come get me Good God almighty, hot dog and chili Hmmm, oochie-wally sing it for me sing it for me
Party ain't over til 6 o'clock But my man got the hook up at the Marriott We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot And la di da da da
(Repeat)
Quiero que me evas, contigo, esta noche papi?
No speak espanol; Ebonics Bang bang boogie, the chocolate chip cookie The papa don, the pick and prime, pink pretty Smother me, tell me you love me, blow my head up Everything you say can be ?????? Just treat me right, come with me tonight It's like all good, and a-all right c'mon baby girl just tell me you want it And we'll be jumpin til 6 in the morning
Party ain't over til 6 o'clock But my man got the hook up at the Marriott We can scoop somethin from the wildest spot And la di da da da
hey and I can't be to late how long we gon be here? to when where the hell is this taken me too? man ya'll crazy The fun room? no the what? man ohh lord c'mon ha..ha ohh lord ah.....ah
[Petey Pablo] its...its..its petey pablo (ah) the first one to run the ball (ah) 97 yards in the first quarter (ah) what's messing with those country boys? (man nothing at all) me and mt partner dog (ah) timberland on the itty bitty wizard of oz (ah) greatest beat makers of the greek god (ah) best thing that happen since the made cars running things shiny to the north star (ah) best communications since cellular ill tell ya boy we terrible (ah) every time we get together its a odd (?) load the pussy up, then we out the door then what? to the studio in the mic room baby on the floor you know
I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' bounce if i want to
I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' (i can make em') I can make em' bounce if i want to
Who in the hell this here big eared motherfucker thinkin he is comin' round here spittin' like he the real deal
Jus cuz he with missy and tim in the new benz on them 20 inch rimz grinning from ear to ear got all them little bitches round him Creasy and Keashy and them hope he get gonorrhea (bitch ass nigga) Is that what they sayin? I know it Why they hate me so bad boy this is my reward you better get yours quit worrying what petey be doin get you you's a turn my vocals rim rowdy and derm You aint heard I think you been sippin to much of that syzurp Betta calm your nerves Before you ass serves up sumtin terrible thourouly
You aint ready for me (come on!) <i>[Repeat 7x]</i>
Im the love boat more potent than crack smoke some folks say im the all they been waitin for Tired of! hearing the same shit on their radio Tired of! seeing the same bitches in your video Tired of! Benzs, Bentlys and diamons in your chain (yo!) Tired of! hearing bout all of this cash and most of ya broke Cant even give em a decent show Energy level on a richter scale (tripple 0.0) HOLLA! for petey pablo let me see ya breaking it down on the dance floor i got what they wha-wha-want from a nigga that ti ti ti.. woo!) we at it again..you know what it is 4000 and 70 spent my prediction first week (half a motherfuckin million!) break it down for me (break it down my man) picture first week (half a motherfuckin million!) Woo!
You aint ready for me (Come on) <i>[Repeat 7x]</i>
Peter piper picked peppers and i shook corn Now Humpty dumpty fell down and i kept goin And jacky nimble was nimble but not more nimble than this Can you imagine jammaster on some shit like this Kick it like your grandaddy the baddest the fastest nastiest actin asses to ever walk on this side of rappin The skipper, the professor, and the captain the lighter and the matches im the one thats gunna carry jive past nsync status I cant believe he said it (cant believe he said it) I cant believe he siad it (Y'all aint ready!) (hey!)
You ainy ready for me (Come on) <i>[Repeat 15x]</i>
<i>[Intro]</i> Aiyyo check this verse out My platinum chains, my big willy, my Mercedes-Benz That's right? <i>[laughing]</i>
<i>[Verse 1]</i> Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh) Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu) You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one. Hey take ya car keys (Jingle Jingle) to ya class E Big body be for your CD- I mean, DVD For ya T.V in ya head beats, in ya back seat Haha, y'all think I'm mean Runnin round talking bout the shit that you be talking bout How you the drug game sold up and locked down John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it You shouldn't be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters and Techs and them AK47's Illegal weapons you talking bout you snucked in the club You got so many guns Tell me why you rappers steady getting robbed I got two more verses for you (huh) this ain't just to an individual person These questions here for all of ya
<i>[Hook]</i> I can write a song without ice, bitches, and cars can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!) I can blaze a track without bustin a gat at a cat can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!)
<i>[Chorus 2x]</i> Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin this And they start to finding out what what rappin really is
<i>[Verse 2]</i> Verse 2, now that you know what the song's about Yall probably cussin me out You gonna listen to it anyhow Lets talk about somebody like Eskimo Rentin they jewelry from Jacob and don't think we know You got a platinum piece but your chain is plain white gold After the video it got to go back to the store That's Crazy, talkin bout some shit you don't own Oughta be ashamed of yourself Yo, don't they call that frontin, holmes? You ain't Jigga, Nigga Nor can you spin like Puff And got a cash money deal So what's your Big Willy talk for? I get so excited man, your track got me leapin Then you start rhyming and (Yawn) I get sleepy
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Verse 3]</i> It's a sad situation, record labels buggin out Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about (Whoa!) Yeah that's crazy and you think about it baby Only thing that changed in yo rhyme was ya date "2000" Oh that shit is hot, put that on the album You heard it with my man kick that shit (??) Loud and proud, nigga swear he be throwin down Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right No more muthafuckin sound alikes! Sound-a-like (Mobb Deep!) Sound-a-like (Jay-Z!) Sound-a-like (B.I.G.!) And we don't need no more please!
<i>[Intro]</i> Ohhh yeah! Petey Pab' is in here Yo what's up y'all? Yo let me hear y'all make some noise C'mon! Get 'em up! Y'all ready to get it on? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> With it with it one mo' 'gin, Petey back in this bitch (HA!) Wit-a wit-a wit-a new-new damn flow that's sick Get ready to change it back, it's a new ball in the game now New rules, ain't no out of bounds Nigga nigga this shit's storm, them boys Keep your, proper composure, your p-poise (y-yeah) We don't want a forum, we just wanna show 'em That-that we got somethin if we need to throw 'em Maaaan, we the coolest that there is (nigga) This here, this year, came with the papers and package, it did I'm a, I'm a real gangsta Slash, rapper, you the dick? Greasy grimy grid-itty, ain't no playin Pid-etey Really God-didi-damn, POW, nah BOOM, BOOM, BOOM ??them them didi-there it is I'm expectin nothin but motherfuckers jumpin when it, when it, when it, when it, when it
<i>[Chorus]</i> WHEN IT GET, LIVE! JAM, LIVE! PACKED, LIKE, THIS! AHHHH! LOVIN IT, THAT'S HOW WE WANT IT LIKE, THIS, LIKE, THIS! WHEN IT GET, LIVE! JAM, LIVE! PACKED, LIKE, THIS! AHHHH! LOVIN IT, THAT'S HOW WE WANT IT LIKE, THIS, LIKE, THIS! AHHHH!
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> Didn't I tell ya, HA! It won't go tolerate some more time forrr them to make up they mind Puttin the call that no close somewhere we at lady Sh-sh-shakin your groove thang (p-p-playa) Doin it the playa way So what'chu gon' do now we got you, got you lit up in the light? And blunted up and high You like it, like (your) nighty-night (Full of) somethin-somethin (fun) and excitin Really really one of one of them, a hot tamale Pants fittin tight as a, pair of stockings (Lord) Lookin round this p-party Each and everybody crunk up and, rowdy-rowdy 'Bout to be a whole bunch of motherfuckers in this motherfucker tearin up Nigga get much (nigga get what!) GET GET GET GET UP!
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Outro]</i> Yeah, yo Aiyyo I appreciate, aiyyo Petey Pablo, "Diary of a Sinner" In stores, 19-2000 baby We love y'all (yo yo Paul!) (Give it to the street right there man) (Yo you gotta hit 'em with somethin else!)
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> Born and raised, precious year '73 Back then we knew how shit was gon' be, MOTHERFUCKER! What you know about this year, my neck of the woods My nigga my hood, my God ??they good to us Carolina Love my liquor house, club, my big girl, my son a thug My big, family with fifty-eleven cousins Ya heard? Huhhhh, Southern Magnoila belle No Limit, 'ouisiana, Dungeon, A-T-L It's a chain here, we the nation jump on boats with a load Get this Carolina show on the road Whodie I want billboards with my face all across the world With a outline of my state nigga, puffin it up Y'all feelin us, to the point you sloshin shit out your cup So the fuck WHAT, they playin a club cut 'bout us Slosh out the rest of us, AHHHH, feel the rhyme Holla motherfuckin 9-1-9, uhhhhhh
<i>[Chorus - repeat 2X]</i>
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> Look at us baby, on our way to fortune and fame Your main man done fucked around and got us a name A motherfucker don't really want a train-train but it still came and ain't stop the thang, y'knowmsayin? Now we in the game, don't know it now, oh you bound to bust down Oh it's on now! I put my whole STATE through the door Ohhh Lord, how you let them do that folk? Like I'm losin control, runnin motherfuckers off the road, one-double-O 95 South 'til I get home, mannnn The country had to come there, poppa I love home And comin home, like I love my momma; pop the champagne partner Fuck it, drink it straight out the bottle Fuck work tomorrow, Carolina havin a party Get drunk as you wanna, get what'll get you tight Tonight is a nigga night, aight? Nigga get right Now with all your might, holla like your best friend died And his help number is 9-1-9, one time
<i>[Chorus - echoes at the end]</i>
"The number you requested, area code 9-1-9, will be automatically dialed..."
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> What, what! The whole feelin of this 9-1-9 give you the type of 9-1-9 kind of get high Nigga this the code of the world (people) You ain't gotta be from the 9, just holla loud, spit the shit out Man they lovin the South, loved it before but even more now Later who wants a response from the crowd Look how my niggaz holdin it down Screamin like they shit here out (it is how!) Motherfucker feel the power! Represent yo' stompin ground Show 'em how it is at the house, y'all sold the fuck out All together now, please, I need you so wow Just the law niggaz turned it down, comin too loud
This is David Nevermind And today's controversy is coming from yet another member or should I say members of the hip-hop community. Petey Pablo - a new artist signed under Jive has teamed up with Timbaland, outta V.A. In a quest to redeem his title And bring, North Carolina, and Virginia, to the front of the line. We're gonna stand by
<i>[Chorus]</i>
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter. South Carolina!C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir! Hot Atlanta.C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter.State of Virginia, C'mon and raise up This one's for you. uh-uh, this ones for who? Us, us, us;yes sir!
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> Who am I? Petey Pab motherfucker! First to put it down for North Carolina But guess what (what?), it's been worth it I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car Four point six (seen it cuz) Black fifty-four from the front to back and got a button in the middle, make the trunk go eh-eh But it ain't 'bout that It's about gettin whatchu gettin and dribble on back here Big fellas (sick fellas) Half of me and Carolina niggaz, I'm tired of y'all Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Greene County, Timbaland, damn Transfer, Santa ria Browns over here (greens over here) Pasqoutank, down on the, Odom East (lemme think) Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville (Mt. Canata) Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville And all my niggaz doin life behind the wall This right here, right here, right here's for <i>[Chorus 2]</i>
This one's for New York city! C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter Jersey to Phillie! C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir! D.C to maryland! C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter Houston to Dallas!C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir!
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> (Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it) You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all We used to (Rep our city, rep our city!) Runnin through the school halls just before our basketball pep-rally jumped yall(hah!) My house, my home, my hood (hah!) My brother, my sister, my cuz(hah!) My niggaz that was there from the 'ginin been wit me 'fore he even knew what bein with me was Y'all niggaz just glanced at it, now I gotcha starin at it Wouldn't been the same ol' North Carolina's pimpin Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it? Oh you thought we said we were comin wit a whole lotta songs we were bullsitin
<i>[chorus3]</i> This one's for New Orleans!C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter St.Louie! C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir MIA!C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter on the way to L.A! C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir
<i>[Petey Pablo]</i> Man I had to do it just incase you were one of the ones who wanted to come and ask somethin stupid (What you think you doin?) What it look like? Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side North Carolina, South Carolina And all my little bitty open little cape towns We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nothin but a T.D. blast so whacha got comin atcha (beat) slammin, (first) classic (Go for this) What's after platinum? (Baby you don't want the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya but I'm about to bring it home
Blow these fellas, these hills, these things and N.C. out the water How's it feel to lose to motherfucker that be real Now tell 'em - "I told ya!"
<i>[Chorus4]</i>
This one's for Chi-Town playas!C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter (c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon) Las Vegas! C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir! The bay area! C'mon and raise up Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head Spin it like a helicopter The whole world baby! C'mon and raise up This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us; yes sir!
<i>[David Nevermind]</i> Uhh, af-after seeing this I, I have no other questions, I, I mean I Hey look, this is David Nevermind I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here Remember, if I ever talked anything about the Polk guys, nevermind North Carolina and V.A. are definitely at the front of the line You have my vote of support, over and out
