Petey Pablo - Petey Pablo

The year of nineteen-two-thou ya’ll 

Yo’ P (unreal) 
I think they’re ready for ya baby 

YEAAAHH! 

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Petey Pablo, Petey Paab 
Petey Pablo, Petey Paab 
Petey Pablo, Petey Paab 
Petey Pablo, (Pablo, Pablo) 

Petey Pablo, Petey Paab 
Petey Pablo, Petey Paab 
Petey Pablo, Petey Paab 
Petey Pablo, (Pablo, Pablo) 

What’s up wit ya’ll hot boys, hot girls 
Came here to see ya dog didn’t ya cous’ (uh-huh) 
Love is love 
That’s the reason I hold it down for ya’ll 
Ya’ll motherfuckers do the same for Pab 
I’m gonna keep fuckin wit ya’ll 
Kick it like I been kickin wit ya’ll 
I own all a ya’ll 

Ya’ll was the motherfuckers that gave a god damn 
Anything I got, nigga you can get half 
Word on my grandmomma that passed 
You stay right by a nigga like me and you’ll get blessed 
Ain’t fucckin with that 
Guys like the one I got 
Yes high neck get stomped with the backbone 
Motherfucker fakin a fall 
And then the nigga get jumped on 
And don’t know where they come from 

Bet they do 
Punk ass pimp (or two) 
Petey done what they said to do 
Came home where I’m back down(hit the road) 
Every time I open my mouth (Yeah) 
Dirty Sound 
Maybe that’s what they talkin’ bout 
My motherfuckin name when it enters your mouth 
My nigga, my neck a the woods 
Get a shout out 
North Carolina (in the House) 

Shit gotta lock 
Gotta wanna gotta lock 
Got a house 
got a lock 
gotta drunk 
gotta step 
Folks think I’m outta my mind 
I’m outta line a lot of times 
I don’t give a fuck about guidelines 
Do what I wanna do when I wanna do it 
If you don’t like what I’m doin 
You ain’t got to 
I ain’t mad at ya 
But eventually you find to call me 

Chorus 

One a the reasons that I gave you the first joint 
Like of the niggas sellin on second and third 
Runnin’ the world 
Greatest stuff put in the word 
Telling the stuff in my motherfuckin’ top boy 
Representin’ my crew (you know who) 
Ain’t to many who put it down like I do 
North Cak this, North Cak that 
I’m gonna hit ya back to back with that motherfuckin hot shit 
Ya’ll ready to get it (Yeah) 
Ready to set it(Yeah) 
Headin’ up in to it 
This nineteen, two-thousand shit is headed 
Off to magnetic, athletic, cosmetic 
Cosmetologist, paramedic, slash schizophrenic 
Energetic and spaz in minutes and milliseconds 
Play the wrong video edit 
Do you like Puff did it 
Go to court get them charges acquitted 
Motherfucker like “Oh Wait” 
Motherfucker like “No Way” 
Yeah you know nigga 
Like “Whoa” ain’t it? 
Pab make a video 
Black war Louisiana, land on me 
and bust on ‘em 
If you slingin' a wood around town (Fuckin' em two at a time) 
Motherfucker that’s ‘fore he even got some 
How you like the sound (Hittin’ in three styles) 
Hip-hop, R&B and underground 
Yeah playa it’s me this year 
What my name is? 

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Petey AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!