*featuring Petey Pablo
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(Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon)
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[Petey Pablo]
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It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
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Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at?
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I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
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Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
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C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'all
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Where my cats think you feel me at?
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Alla y'all, and when we earn that
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They finally let the dish and the pan
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Then I start with some cash
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Let me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
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Now I'm bustin they ass
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Now they callin me The Incredible Man
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I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
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And there is one thing to understand
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Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
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Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
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Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
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On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
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New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal
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Heyyyyyy
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[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
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Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
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If y'all feel it let me hear you say
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Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
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We lost the music selector
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Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
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If y'all feel it let me hear you say
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Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
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Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward
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[Timbaland]
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Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
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TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me
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Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
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He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYS
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all up in your local mall pickin all your local broads
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HOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawl
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We the in-timidators, y'all in-timidated
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by our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
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LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
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As we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!
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What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
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For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
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What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?
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What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?
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Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitality
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The come of the me, the come of the Pete
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The come of the 'goo, the come of the G
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[Chorus]
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[Magoo]
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Mag spit it 'til I die fucker
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You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker
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Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news
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Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sue
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If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?)
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from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughter
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Stayin in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
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I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
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You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
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South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them
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This week got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball
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Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHH
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We do it country cause we proud of this shit
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All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick
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I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
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They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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Baby Bubba
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Timbaland & Magoo |