[Petey]
Man holla at ya dog
Petey Petey hey y'all hey y'all
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 n**** in here tryin' best to f*** 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 p**** beater
I suck em, f*** 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
[chorus]
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
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 t***ie bar but I ain't got no license for it
I got the what they want
Plenty H, plenty O
Plenty guns, plenty bows
m****f**** chew ya road
You ain't never seen this before
But when this s*** 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 y'all ain't ready
I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
n**** I'm a jumpin' a**
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 a**
y'all n***** gon' understand why n***** don't want to drop s*** this year
Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
[chorus]
[Petey]
I'm the quicker picker-upper
Crazy soda can crusher
River, rock path, mobile home
Country m****f****
Rep the dirty like a car commercial
You ain't heard it pitchin
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky s***
Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'b****
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 n****-n**** don't act like that, playin'
Get a n**** smacked like that, I'm sayin'
Get a n**** wig pushed back, d***
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 n**** need some lemonade
b**p it its 2000 a n**** needs some Minute Maid
Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
n**** you better pay attention what the hook say
[chorus]
Man holla at ya dog
Petey Petey hey y'all hey y'all
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 n**** in here tryin' best to f*** 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 p**** beater
I suck em, f*** 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
[chorus]
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
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 t***ie bar but I ain't got no license for it
I got the what they want
Plenty H, plenty O
Plenty guns, plenty bows
m****f**** chew ya road
You ain't never seen this before
But when this s*** 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 y'all ain't ready
I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
n**** I'm a jumpin' a**
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 a**
y'all n***** gon' understand why n***** don't want to drop s*** this year
Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
[chorus]
[Petey]
I'm the quicker picker-upper
Crazy soda can crusher
River, rock path, mobile home
Country m****f****
Rep the dirty like a car commercial
You ain't heard it pitchin
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky s***
Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'b****
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 n****-n**** don't act like that, playin'
Get a n**** smacked like that, I'm sayin'
Get a n**** wig pushed back, d***
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 n**** need some lemonade
b**p it its 2000 a n**** needs some Minute Maid
Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
n**** you better pay attention what the hook say
[chorus]