Petey Pablo - Everywhere I Go lyrics

[Hook:] Everywhere I go I'm fresh and I'm clean I got that man, sitting on my chain Every one of my cars, all up to date You can say what you want b**h, I'm straight Everywhere I go I'm fresh and I'm clean I got that man, sitting on my chain Every one of my cars, all up to date You can say what you want b**h, I'm paid My Mom be begging me Please Baby Put up your paper You never know when them folks might cut 'ya loose from your label And these houses and car payments ain't able to be paid And we out on the bus stop stuck in the rain I ain't gonna say it ain't gonna happen Cause anything can happen But I ain't out here just rapping I'm bout' to be a actor I'm out here with Sean Penn And we well connected The bill collectors can wait a second (Hey Sean cut the check) You know your Son's a hustler I ain't let 'ya down yet I ain't finna' to start today You can bet that Look at all these stones on my neck I can take out just a chair And put you in a condo with that Take the other part of the sh** And clear up your debt So anything that they took from us I betcha they gonna bring back I'm prepared for the bad weather I ain't a dumb a** Anything happen (Hey Suge) Give my Ma a garbage bag [Hook] I ain't never took them folks to my crib Showed them folks how I live If I take em' somewhere I take em' to the Pen Show em' how I did it for six years How I dealt with the bullsh** And how it worked out for the best How being in there sharpened the sk** Turned the kid into the kid that your hearing right now And I know you got questions about Why I'm hanging out With Suge Knight And what the hell is this all about And I'm gonna tell 'ya like this Real n***as recognize real n***as That's just how it is I ain't make it up That's how it been Since way back when You can check for yourself I ain't bullsh**ting I know the situation at hand Might make folk mad But goddamn, what 'ya mad at Cause my house done got a lot bigger Car's are triple figures And I ain't gotta f** with 'ya jealous n***as [Hook] Homeboy, Petey got the streets wondering The label that I'm labeled on They wonder Nervous, shaking like the air condition on And they ain't got no sweater on And they colder, than a polar bear's cold Did they think about it before they signed Usher Every time I turn around All up under American Music Awards They ain't get no ticket for me But I still was there Ticket's, paid cash for em' Or Suge paid for em' [?] Cause if he paid for em' We homeboys I'll get em' back When I drop three hundred stacks On this phat, black Phantom (my man) Throw the keys to em' [Hook x2]