[Petey Pablo]
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This, is a Petey Pizzle, Productshizzle
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Thank you man
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[Chorus]
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Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
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(Squad Up, Squad Up)
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Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
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(Squad Up, Squad Up)
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[Verse 1]
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Dawg, you ain't had to worry bout us, we wasn't even thinkin bout ya
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Til you went to flyin out the mouth (all cattacornered)
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Where the fuck did Petey go, (One-hit wonder) hell naw
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I just been out here up on this horse that I done jumped on
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Enjoyin myself a little bit cause I deserve it
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Befor Sadaam and ol Sadonna Jones supposed to
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Get my ass I nthe Taliban bad ass it's over
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Fuckin up some more planes my taxes pay for
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Let me break it down for ya, everythang round here
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Got Carolina on it bitch, I'm in charge of it
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I don't care what shwaty said, security handle that
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Before we start to rearrangin shit up here with his ass
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Oh yeah, we can go there, I'm qualified for this here
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And certified, downtown, ready to stir it
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So before you start to, ease up a little on this here
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You gone hate it when I do that right there (Right There)
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[Chorus]
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Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
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(Squad Up, Squad Up)
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Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
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(Squad Up, Squad Up)
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[Verse 2]
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Still off the chain, still in the game
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I gotta hear you say (Petey Pab Motherfucka!)
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That's right baby, two scoops of raisins
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Half man and half amazing
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This time I got that purple in my haze, candy on my paint
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Rocks a little larger on the side of my face
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I'm the Mr.Carolina chairboard spokesman
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Hail to the king (Thanks For Your Support)
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If any nigga out there feel that they just wanna kill they self
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To run up here and try to take what's mine (Let Em Help They Self)
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I ain't got no greaps or gripes, you choose how you lose your life
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Gun bustin, knife cuttin, motherfucker fist fight me
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Watch how Carolina wild out for they homeboy
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Some of them don't like me but they ain't gone let you hurt me
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You can bet that there on the left cheek of yo ass
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I'm the fuckin man round here (Sound Off)
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[Chorus]
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Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
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(Squad Up, Squad Up)
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Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
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(Squad Up, Squad Up)
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[Verse 3]
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I rep for the prisons, I rap for the block
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All my nine to fivers out there workin jobs
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I rep for single parents that don't need they baby daddy
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To buy them not nan pamper, show them punk bitches you can handle it
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Chinese, Japanese, Portugese, Hispanic
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Phillipine, Dime piece , the white ones and the black ones
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Cherokee, Mix Breeds, over here to cross seas
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If y'all don't sound off I'm leavin (Sweet Jesus!)
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[Chorus]
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Let's Roc
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| Petey Pablo |
