[Petey]
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Man holla at ya dog
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Petey Petey hey yall hey yall
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Carolina bird dog, still got my shirt off
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Still reppin' for convicts in Sing-sing to Burgaw
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Still rockin' with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh
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I got a different role, different stroll
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Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to fuck with Petey hoes
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I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
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Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
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I got some 1965 pantyhose
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Still in the plastic bag now tell me I ain't a macaroni
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Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone
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Petey Petey the pussy beater
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I suck em, fuck em, send em home
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I gets my thug on, weekends
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I get me club on, we in
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So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own
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Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey I (Petey I)
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MAN WE DID IT AGAIN
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[chorus]
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I I I I I I I I I I I I
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Got them girls
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Got them thangs
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Got them guns
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Got them stunts uh, I said
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I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
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Got them girls
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Got them thangs
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Got them guns
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Got them stunts uh, I said
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I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
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Got them girls
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Got them thangs
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Got them stunts uh, I said
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I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
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Got them girls
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Got them thangs
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Got them guns
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Got them stunts uh,
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[Petey]
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P-P-Pardon me dog
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Its the gitchie from the gitchie bar
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Its really a tittie bar but I ain't got no license for it
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I got the what they want
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Plenty H, plenty O
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Plenty guns, plenty bows
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Muthafucka chew ya road
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You ain't never seen this before
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But when this shit drop, all she wrote
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International playa (yay ah)
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D-D-Deah ya go
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All they want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo
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Now watch me ball, da-dunna-dunna
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Rims spinnin', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
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Every time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna
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Now yall ain't ready
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I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
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You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
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Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass
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Fist stomp I know you mad
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But ain't too much you can do bout that
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Cause I'll make em stop the track
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Tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass
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Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year
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Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
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[chorus]
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[Petey]
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I'm the quicker picker-upper
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Crazy soda can crusher
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River, rock path, mobile home
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Country muthafucka
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Rep the dirty like a car commercial
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You ain't heard it pitchin
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Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky shit
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Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'bitch
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Trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at
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Petey Pab got a bag of vats
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And a gat if it come to that
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So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin'
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Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm sayin'
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Get a nigga wig pushed back, DAMN
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Timbaland where ya at
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[Timbaland]
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In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn
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Granddad in the field pickin beans and corn-corn
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Mama never saw that a star was born-born
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Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn
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I said its hot as hell a nigga need some lemonade
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Bump it its 2000 a nigga needs some Minute Maid
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Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
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Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say
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[chorus]
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I
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| Petey Pablo |
