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letra de i (featuring slikk the shocker) - petey pablo

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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-gg- in here tryin’ best to f-ck with petey hoes
i got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
lil’ 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-ssy beater i suck ’em, f-ck ’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

i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh, i said
i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh, i said

i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them stunts uh, i said
i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh

p-p-pardon me dog, it’s the gitchie from the gitchie bar
it’s really a t-ttie bar but i ain’t got no license for it
i got the what they want plenty h, plenty o
plenty guns, plenty bows motherf-cker chew ya road

you ain’t never seen this before
but when this sh-t drop, all she wrote
international playa d-d-deah you 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-gg- i’m a jumpin’ -ss
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 -ss
y’all n-gg-s gon’ understand why n-gg-s don’t wanna drop sh-t this year
five and five equals ten petey pab timbaland is all it is

i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh, i said
i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh, i said

i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them stunts uh, i said
i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh

i’m the quicker picker-upper crazy soda can crusher
river, rock path, mobile home country motherf-cker
rep the dirty like a car commercial you ain’t heard it pitchin’
like the smell in the pasture, i’m the cacky-lacky sh-t

tr-tr-trash talkin’ som’ b-tch, 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-gg–n-gg- don’t act like that, playin’
get a n-gg- smacked like that, i’m sayin’
get a n-gg- wig pushed back, d-mn timbaland where ya at

in a 18-wheeler blowin’ my h-rn-h-rn
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 it’s hot as h-ll a n-gg- need some lemonade
bump it it’s 2000 a n-gg- needs some minute maid
go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
n-gg- you better pay attention what the hook say

i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh, i said
i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts uh, i said

i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them stunts uh, i said
i, got them girls, got them thangs
got them guns, got them stunts, uh uh

kmi was a bullfrog

- petey pablo

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