Petey Pablo - We R Blown lyrics

Puff, puffing that Cali dro Sipping on Patron I got my mind made up, and goddammit we're blown [x2] Y'all can't touch me now Y'all can't f** with me now Yeah, I'm up in y'all house Now with a dick in your mouth Whatcha know about doing these numbers when you come out f**ing y'all b**h a** n***a's with no grease Ain't scared of cops, I'm paying the police f** what a song been saying about me I'm only being what I was born to be A superstar on the d**h Row label like [?] Thanks Suge for n***a' understanding me Putting Petey in a position for Petey to breath Setting your motherf**ing homeboy free Holla at me dog, regardless right or wrong I ain't nothing but a call away Hit me on the horn I'll be there to settle the score This Carolina n***a' right here ride for ya Puff, puffing that Cali dro Sipping on Patron I got my mind made up, and goddammit we're blown [x2] Yeah, yeah, yeah, my Escalade Down here, came out here Jumped up in a new black Benz Way out here, got me a few more friends [?] Neckbone what the business is Still trill, still got a house at the crib Still own the house I growed up in Still kick it with my folks and them Every time I'm here Cause, I'm just real to d**h It's so ill at how I feel myself And I ain't arrogant at all dog Nah, I just know I'm blessed f** all that bullsh** y'all, I don't stress I just sit back relax and give me that right there Whatever that right there is That right there Therefore no questions asked (how bout' that) n***a' I'm grown, been grown Been on my own since I was young, thirteen years old Puff, puffing that Cali dro Sipping on Patron I got my mind made up, and goddammit we're blown [x2] Yeah, yeah, yeah I changed up sh**, y'all changed up What y'all change for Add that change up Huh, cop me a barrel of buck Hit the yard And b**h go and battle it up Monster truck, mashing on all y'all toe You don't wanna get truck snuffed then back the f** Keep your hands off sh** don't belong to ya' Keep your mouth outta sh** before you get f**ed up Keep your man outta her before your man get touched It ain't Suge you got to worry about in here no more He on parole, ho done rode this road But me, I gotta ways to go Puff, puffing that Cali dro Sipping on Patron I got my mind made up, and goddammit we're blown [x2] Ooh!