Let me tell y'all niggaz like this here right
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It's 2003 my nigga
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All that, all that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga
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Um, niggaz ain't with that shit my nigga
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We don't play that shit no more mane
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Soon as a nigga start talkin that shit
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Mane, you on the floor shawty
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Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH!)
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[Chorus]
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Watch a nigga get swole on (For talkin that shit)
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Watch a bitch get rolled on (For talkin that shit)
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Watch that nigga get laid out (For talkin that shit)
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Watch them bitches get drug out (For talkin that shit)
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You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
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You don't want none, bitch you don't want none
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You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
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You don't want none, bitch you don't want none
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[Bridge 1]
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You don't like me, I don't like you
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You want to fight me, I want to fight you
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Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch
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Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
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Fuck these rental cops, they don't run shit
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Who run this shit, we run this bitch
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Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch
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Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
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My back ain't dirty, my lip ain't swole
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My head ain't busted, my nose ain't broke
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Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch
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Put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick
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[Verse 1]
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I'm from a small town called, whoop a nigga ass
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And I mean we'll whoop a nigga ass
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And I mean we'll beat a bitch to death
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And I mean, carry him all the way there
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Take a nigga down the dirt path to the junk yad
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Where it's stankin at
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Put his ass in a plastic bag, where there's a hole where you blast him at
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And I'm talkin bout, tired up witha shoe string
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And a fishing hook stuck in his thing
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Layin on empty cans, recycled bags, and some pissy as gatorade
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Swiss blade, what cut buddy gone enter the damn microwave
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Better get you a sharpener baby, cause that thang gone only get me activated
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You look hard, but you really soft
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You tried to make me mad, but you just piss me off
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I ain't scared of you nigga, I ain't scared of them hoes
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And I definately ain't scared of tight T-shirt as nigga that thank he swole
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge 2]
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I don't blame you, I blame yo mammy bitch
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She should've fucked yo daddy, she should've sucked his dick
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You's a punk boy, a fuck boy
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That like it in the ass, with somethin real hard
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[Verse 2]
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So when he come motherfuckers you can stand him up
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Ask one of these niggaz I was tearin him up
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Have them sayin that country boy bad as fuck
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Came in here with a heater and had to bust
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Put him right back in before I put it on
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I'm sayin this game ain't changed much
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Still the same motherfucker used to sell the drugs
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Still the same one, used to come to the club
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See a nigga, leave a nigga in a bag of blood
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In the car with his broad when the police come (Gone)
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For they find what they lookin for
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(Yeah boy) you don't hear me though
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Cause ain't nothin that a nigga ain't cone before
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And nothin that a nigga won't try again
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But remeber what's up and I'm is the man
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You gone crazy, feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap
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but whe nyou jump over here, try to remeber what the fuck I said
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cause I meant it
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[Chorus]
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U Don't Want Dat
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Petey Pablo |