Petey Pablo - 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 n***a 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 ho, 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**y beater I s** 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 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 Muthaf**a chew ya road You ain't never seen this before But when this sh** 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 n***a 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***as gon' understand why n***as don't wanna drop sh** 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 muthaf**a 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** Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'b**h Trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at Petey Pab got a bag of bats And a gat if it come to that So n***a-n***a don't act like that, playin' Get a n***a smacked like that, I'm sayin' Get a n***a 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 n***a need some lemonade Bump it its 2000 a n***a needs some Minute Maid Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade n***a you better pay attention what the hook say [Chorus]