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I lyrics

[Petey]

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 in

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



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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
girls

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



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[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 pitchin

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



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