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petey pablo - be country
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air forceones
Til the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
Would i ever leave here?
Naw i.., i can answer that without even thinking about it
I am carolina (you know)..., north and
South (you know)
It give my folks a since of it can happen for you
To lookup and see my ridin around somewhere
Doing my thug thizzle
I can't leave here
Ain't no way in the world
They need me, i need them¥
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air forceones
Til the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
What it feel like to be on the road with petey pablo
Something i never experienced before
Yeah i remember when i first met you
You was just getting out of the pen
Told me how hungry you was
Now you there ¥¥¥¥..you made it
I appricate everything you done for me
Taking me on the road with you
Showing me the finer things in life
Thank-you
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air forceones
Til the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
[background]
That mutha-fucka is crazy (petey pablo than gone crazy)...
That nigga than lost his mind
(naw i ain't dog i'm just tripping man¥)
That's what i do man i have fun
Jive put me on there label because they knew
Barry white seen the vision you understand
And he believed in me man and i really appricate it..
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day i die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air forceones
Til the day i die
Just because i got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean i forgot
petey pablo - blow your whistle
[Intro]
Hey hey! Everybody come here, I need all y'all to come over here
Come here come here, yeah, I want you to do this, come on
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
[Verse 1]
I can do anything and everything with new flows
Then take this Manny track and tear the game a new asshole
Me and my do-rag half man, with two black hoes
How in the world could it do this, I be so damn cold
I got a rabbit foot in my pocket, uh huh
Come on I needed the other part of the rabbit
To fill up a pocket, I gotta major problem partna
So that means I don't need to be bothered for nada
Um, feel me dogga
My head hot, uh huh, and my body warm
Uh huh, my nose runnin, could you close the door, uh huh
Letting out all granted and goodies sweet G's and deviled eggs
Boiled tater to goat cheese
Y'all don't even remember me
I'm Petey - take ya shirt off Carolina from Greenboro
But what Petey needs to see this evening
You can keep your shirt on - we gon' use these
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I tell ya when I come runnin head down, but naw
But naw, y'all ain't hit me
So I guess I had to ahead hit ya with something that could grip yo attention
That make ya yell at ya kids from the kitchen
What put that whistle down! But Petey on tv
Damn it Petey, ya heard what I say
I just love it when I could take a track and have me some fun
Get footloose, and still can put the club on crunk
Make a girl butt bump (ba bum), make a party go crazy, (ba bum)
When the first two bumps come on (ba bum)
I'ma have some, I'm telling ya mayne
I'm the new spokesman for gas grills and propane
When I wrote this I had to wear shades
I had to wear rubber gloves to get this today
Manny Fresh's CD player wasn't even playin
Man we need a fire truck, where my whistle at baby
[Chorus]
(Hey, let me hold ya whistle) No
(Uh huh, please, I just wanna blow it) No
(Just a little bit)
Ain't ya proud of me now
[Verse 3]
Release ya mind, body, and soul
And let yourself become a part of the flow, like the EX roll
And you can try your best to hold it back but you can't hold
And even if you had a cramp, pull these handcuffs on ya
Turn 'em loose, don't worry 'bout 'em , leave 'em alone
He the one gon' look like the button ho
Whistle blowin', and the party still goin' on
And he all upset, mad, cause he too grown
I'm back, I'm ready to take my back
Oh and I hooked up with Cash Money
Now how in the hell did you do that?
Elementary my nigga, I just took this little thing here and blew it
(Ya Petey Pizzle whistle?) Yeahhhhh
[Chorus] - 3X
[Outro - Manny Fresh]
Oh, and there he go, fa sho', Petey Pab
Straight hustla, play child, uh Manny Fresh ya heard
Petey check it out baby cakes
Uh you can buy yo momma a house off of this one
You can get yo daddy that truck that he always wanted
You can get yo grandfatha that chromed out wheelchair
And you can just go ahead on and just, glide in the wind
Ya heard, ooh, I'm feelin myself
I wanna thank everybody for givin' me this opportunity to blow my whistle
Blow my whistle, blow my whistle
petey pablo - club banger
Dizzy, whoo
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho)
I want a club banger, ok yo, yo
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha)
I want a club banger
What's the dealy my nigga
You feelin' this and all of my fellas pimpin' from the dirty south
Out here to South Central, North Carolina up in here
Y'all know what time it is, this rock the party
Pass me some Belvedere, pass me a mic up here
Take it to another level
Focus, turn that beat up, give me bass with my trebble
Give me space for my fellas, yeah
I brought the west coast, Aftermath staff to the cotton picking south baby, whoo
Baby Bubba, I done figured it out
I stole the blueprints from the motherfucking government house
Hurtin' 'em now, sit down nigga, tonin' it down
And I ain't held a nigga hand since my daddy ran out
What you know about not having to remix shit, aha
If you made the original hot you wouldn't have to do that
You mad at me, ain't y'all
I don't care, I ain't gon' change it, I'm real, I'm trill
And this a motherfucking club banger
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho)
I want a club banger, ok yo, yo
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha)
I want a club banger
Front page, read that boy, He done did it again
Petey cheese steaks up with all that vinegar man
Damn, how they went there, yeah
I thought you knew that
I bootleg my shit on the street and sell it myself
Why you think I'm always grinning
I stay a step ahead of these niggaz
Motherfucker I'm up on these niggaz
Ain't tryin' to use it either
Baby I done revvin' it up
I got a money bucket on me, and I'm a fill that bitch up
So what if I wanna buy another car, yeah
I wanna get another truck
Ice my whole shit up, I can pay cash for it
As long as y'all ask for it, I'm a show my ass on it
I don't keep many spastics till the man put the tag on it
Yeah, halt the class, Michael Jackson bag
Good as some Sunday dinner country corn bread
Dope like a west coast Cali hallway
Give it like you wanna get it
Ain't that what Dogg said, yeah
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho)
I want a club banger, ok yo, yo
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha)
I want a club banger
Carolina walk for me, walk for me (yeah)
Walk for me, walk for me (yeah), walk for me
Walk for me (yeah), walk for me (yeah)
California walk for me, walk for me
Walk for me (yeah), walk for me, walk for me (yeah)
Walk for me, Petey, yeah
I know you want it, I know you want it
I know you need it, I know you need it
I had to do it, tell 'em why
You love Petey, Petey, yeah, and what I do to beats, yeah
I'm a genius, yeah, give me the right producer, yeah
You'll get ya one of these, yeah
I make ya move your feets, yeah
I tear the club to pieces, hot lights
The Cara sun, heater heats
Mama fried, chicken grease
Drumstick, breasts and thighs
Bring out the paper plates, everybody eating me now
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (fa sho)
I want a club banger, ok yo, yo
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club banger (aha)
I want a club banger
Uh, give it to 'em, Petey, yo
petey pablo - darkside
Yeah nigga, peep this.
Take a ride on the darkside, take a ride on the darkside.
As the forewind blows, my mind goes on the trip
But more like a tool when I drop this dope shit
Niggas want me stumped to my lyrics cause they jump
But I'm from that darkside, you know whuts up punk
You up in flames, you bitches I'm from tha D.S
Down South, darkside, it's all good bitch.
I'm like that violent rain that struck the city, Eugene Knight
May the 8th, I put my theory down right
Who gives a fuck I say
There's no explanation for the some of the things
that happens in the city at night
I seen a nigga ??????
They put the fire out for water electricuted the bitch
They make sure ya dead
Cause that's all that matters to a nigga in the darkside
Chorus
I'm comin for ya
Niggas die on the darkside
I'm comin for ya
Niggas get glocked on the darkside x4
Nigga, now when the lightning strike the thunder always come
Bitch niggas don't even flinch cause if you do you get pistol whipped
I seen a nigga run for his life, from a fist fight
Same nigga lost the fight, got the gat right
That's how it's be in my city
Four hundred and twenty one murders, niggas don't show no pity
You got to be real in the land you live in, punk
Or get handled by them niggas in the darkside chump
I scar, I dwell, where demons have nothing but houghts of murder
Look down, await, body's hangin' out that burner
Aint nothin but murders that kill up around this bitch
That New Orleans city is wicked, that New Orleans city is wicked
Them bitches can't run, them hoes can't hide
Y'all niggas commit suicide in the darkside
Chorus x3
petey pablo - diary of a sinner
[in backround]
I feel you pablo
[petey pablo]
This petey pablo
April the 9th, 19-2000
Diary of a sinner, huh, 1st entry
[verse 1]
Dear diary, this the 1st time
I had a chance to sit and just think with a clear mind
Has a homeboy stressed out for a little while, few things ain't work out
Could somebody come out or it's about 3:29, i'll give it about another hour
I'm over here at your man house
On your man couch, just puttin these thoughts down
Maybe this right here one day will be worth something
Before we start messin up
You know you get big when you leave, it's a damn shame
But that's the way that it gotta be huh,
Look at malcolm x, martin luther king
Marvin gaye, tupac, b.i.g. and big pun damn this pen messy
[chorus]
A motherfucker had thought
And i had to write em down
It's the diary, of a sinner
A motherfucker had thought
Then i had to write em down
Liven life as a born loser
Liven in a world that i didn't see ohhh
[verse 2]
Damn, i'm back, i had to change pen, i done got ink everywhere
All over my hand, and on my pant and how in the hell i get it way down there
Just can't get it right
Seem that everything i do just fall on one side
But i can say one thing, i dont always get mine, and i dont ever stop tryin
Feel like i was here before my time
People say when they hear my rhyme
People see it when they look in my eye it's like ?
Like 35 years on a 26 year life
I done walk so many miles in these shoes
I'm surprise that the bottom ain't wore out
I'm about to go take a walk right now
[chorus]
[verse 3]
Mmmm hmmm
It wha good ta me, a little walk
Just what i needed, cool breeze, nobody on the street with me
My own little world of peace
But reality gotta be what it gotta be
And nuttin in the book said, life will to be sweet
I'm pleased with the life that was given to me
I could of still been sleep
On my way so please when none this here will matter to me
Cuz, know when i messed up, several times
I just done something tonite
And i know i know right from wrong
And that's what kill me
I still do the wrong thing
Am i crazy, can't believe i got a damn diary
[chorus]
Oh oh oh ohh
Liven life, liven life
Ohh a diary, a diary ohh
And it's written on paper ohh
Can't you just see it
All of my life oh,
All of my life oh,
All of my life
All of [x3]
All of my life oh lright
Oh it's the diary of a sinner
[petey pablo]
There it is, my life
Right there, right in your face
The diary, i wanna thank everybody that went out and picked up the album
Got the album, and got a chance to understand who, who i'm is
Know what i'm sayin, everything i gave ya'll was the truth
Damn i ran out of time
petey pablo - didn t i
[Petey arguing with cop]
All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell
Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call?
Hey look, what you need to do is sit down
I just wanna make my phone call
Just sit down -
Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker
Fuck you
Hey fuck you too ya bastard
I just want my fuckin phone call
Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate-
[Verse 1]
I got his ass didn't I?
told him my plan didn't I
thought I was playin wit him
now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he?
smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he?
when they found him - took bout a motherfuckin week didn't it?
down in a motherfuckin creek didn't they?
Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he?
gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he?
Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they?
I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I?
disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he?
y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya?
y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya?
(hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he?
especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk)
that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened)
took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I?
[sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over]
you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherfuckers in the rap game
97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya
with this new shit Didn't I -ya
boy that boy has done a lot of things
Petey- tell sumden else you did
[Verse 2]
thought I was playin didn't ya?
I did everything I said didn't I?
I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn't I?
you didn't believe me did ya?
ya'know I know you didn't
you probably decided that I'd be right back on the street didn't ya?
I guess I showed you didn't I?
Got in the race and then I won it didn't I?
I didn't even rub it in your face did I?
I could of got real shitty but I didn't did I?
or got all fly but I didn't did I? (nope)
man, I just kept it all real didn't I? (ya)
brought it right back to the homefront just like I said didn't I?
they kept skippin Carolina didn't they?
yo (cough cough) excuse me, can I have your attention didn't I?
I fucked 'em up the way I did it didn't I?
came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty didn't I?
I changed a lot of things here didn't I?
came from the back to the front and I had them kissin a nigga ass didn't I?
[sung chorus in background, man talking over]
you real crazy, boy you a trip, you a real trip
but hey, but hey, the boy kept it real , he did
oh you thought it was over
hey petey
get real fly on they ass
and talk about some shit - some real shit - come on
[Verse 3]
you coulda had me couldn't ya?
all that time couldn't ya?
faggot - mad little penny-pinchin ass
that little cash wouldn't hurt you would it?
well it shouldn't should it?
you wouldn't be broke and not tell us would you? (haha)
c'mon, don't laugh, it could happen couldn't it? (yeah)
it wouldn't be so bad would it?
if I wasn't right there on your ass would it?
such little shit shouldn't effect you should it?
glitter my ass - I'm a star cat (now Petey you shouldn't even be like that)
mother fucker! (mother fucker)
didn't they tell you man?
all your dumbness is gunna come back on your monkey ass
you gunna be mad at this verse here ain't ya man?
I wrote a song a bout it
would you like to here it here it comes (ha ha ha ha ha haaa)
[chorus sung, with man talking over]
hey let me tell y'all something
I wanna tell y'all that this mother fucka here don't give a fuck
for real, he is pimp, straight up and motherfuckin down
y'all got to hear this shit
Petey Pablo - tha boy be out 19-2000 killin shit yo
aiyyo we outta here
we'll let this motherfuckin beat ride
we're gunna let y'all motherfuckers sit there
and enjoy the rest of this motherfuckin song
aight, that was just a fly ass intro to this whole thang,
the whole thang
petey pablo - do dat
Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)
Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on,
Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.
Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E
Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya head beats
In ya back seat (Haha)
Yall think I?m mean
Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout
How you the drug game sewed up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I?m sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it
You should be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two more verses for (huh)
this ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya
(Hook x1)
I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat
(DO
DAT)
I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do
dat (DO DAT)
(Chorus x2)
Yoouuu gon? have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin really is
Now that you know what the song about
Yall probably cussin me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin they jewelry from Jacob
And don?t let me know
You got a platinum piece
But your chain is plain right gone(?)
After the video it gotsta go back to the sto?
That?s Crazy
Talkin bout some shit you don?t own
Oughta be ashamed of yourself
Yo don?t they call that frontin holmes?
You ain?t Jigga, Nigga
Nor can you spin like puff
And got a cash money deal
So what?s your big willy talk for?
I get so excited man
Your track got me leapin
Then you start rhyming and *Yawn*
I get sleepy
(Chorus x1)
(Hook x1)
It?s a sad situation
Record name buggin out
Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about
Whoa
Yeah that?s crazy
And you think about it baby
Only thing that changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day ?2000?
Oh that shit is hot
Put that on the album
You heard it with my man
Kick that shit (??)
Loud and proud
Nigga swear he be throwin down
Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin sound alikes
Sounded like (Mobb Deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (B.I.G.!)
And we don?t need no more please!
(Chorus x1 & 1/2)
petey pablo - drama
It be's that razor-sharp nigger, when I'm flexing
Look here, thoughts be so deadly nigga pull your weapon
Everywhere I'm from niggas straight killas yo'
I'm talking bout' that N.O.C nigga, dig it yo'
We stay cocked, that East Bank to that West Bank, straight killas
And looka here nigga, thats on the reala
Now looka here, I'm giving you true game
If you can't believe, so boy dig this man
Nigga bringing drama,everywhere we come from
From the both sides of the twin banks don't run
I'm the you know one thing that's like that
You can't get away from the real shit, dig it black
That's drama
Nigga running hot on your block, for the hit
You can't stop that nigga, its drama
Nigga go and split your wig quick
Because they trying to get that money, dig
Thats drama
Nigga running hot on your block, for that hit
You can't stop, thats drama
Nigga bout' to split your wig kid
You can't stop that shit
Its drama
All my hoodlum niggas don't trip
Drama plagues my city like ebola, dig it
I wonder if that white man put the chip in your head
And every down Ward nigga end up dead
Man, what you have to prove, huh
You niggas are punks and sissies
Cause you don't fight, you bitches
See I'm trying to tell you bout' the drama, dig it
It can be indoors or outdoors, niggas still slang them Bolo's
Dog, them hands was the shit, but looka here that shit's past tense
Check it, you be shaking and tripping
When a nigga say it's on after school
You got butterflies in your stomach, dude
But look, that butterfly shit quit after the first lick
That's some bone rattling shit
When a nigga hand can break a nigga jaw, a back, or break a nigga hip
That drama bitch
Nigga coming on your block for the hit
You can't stop that nigga, you dig it, thats drama
Nigga bout to split your wig kid,
Because he got to get that money, dig
Thats drama
petey pablo - fight club
Fat Joe feat. M.O.P., Petey Pablo
Ch-ch-ch-ch... Yeah
(Terror Squad.. First Family..)
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Yeah, hahahah!)
You see them diamonds gliserin off that three-quarterla (Hahaha)
Dat dem dere polyesther (Uh, nigga!)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?!)
(Terror Squad... First Family...)
OH!, OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
OH! (OH!) OH! (OH!)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap... then stomp...
Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin your calm streets?
I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for dolo
Blow holes in ya carseat and roll over ya Rover
Fuck this role model shit I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin, we formed with raw plastic
Blastin off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin the walls to crash in
You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack - keep it gully
Known to clap - keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap - doin thirty
Drivin through the Heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave., now I gotta blast until them pearlies
We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic (BLAH!)
And we love to fight (BLAH!)
You heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife!
[Hook] - 2x
We gonna,
BREAK! - (BREAK!)
MASH! - (MASH!)
BRAWL! - (BRAWL!
CLASH! - (CLASH!)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass!!
GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
SHOW ME WHERE YOU AT!
GET YO' ASS UP NIGGA!
OPEN UP HIS BACK!
[Lil' Fame]
Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin up outta Brooklyn lookin like Mighty Joe Young
(FACE DOWN!) Know we real - got this motherfucker
crackin and buzzin with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(WE INTERNATIONAL!) 151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin bout drama
With that nasty-ass Coogi suit, lookin like pajamas
(SOMEBODY GON' GET HURT TODAY!) So be it
We the First (First!) Fam (Family!) - You see it!
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
CALM (CALM!) DOWN (DOWN!) GET - BACK!
[Billy Danze]
For you niggaz that wanna trap me
I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'RYBODY KNOW!) Everybody wanna clap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
so get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I (SPIT) with intentions (TO RIP)
Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces - leave him standin still
Cobra-ass nigga (Huh?!) You beg me to kill (Yeah!)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (Chill!)
(Y'ALL REMEMBER BILL!) Y'all remember the motherfuckin deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?!!
[Hook - 2x]
[Petey Pablo]
Oh motherfucker uh-uh, y'all ain't seen nuttin yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker would, look and he shall find
TEN MILLION WAYS TO DIE!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many niggaz round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky BLOAW BLOAW!!
Bitch I break 'em down (DOWN) with Terror Squad now
Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down - get up get out
Hottest thang they got in the south (Petey Pablo!)
If ya don't know now ya know - HOLLA AT 'EM JOE!
Fight club! - Fight club!
Fight club! - Fight club!
Fight club! - Fight club! HOLLA AT 'EM JOE!
[Hook - 2x]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?! (Hahaha)
First Family, Terror Squad
petey pablo - fool for love
Today we will be discussing... Love
(I dont think you hear me though)
Is there anyone.. (I don't think you hear me though)
Is there anyone.. (I don't think you, I don't think you)..
anyone...in love?
[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love.
[Verse One]
man, I was sure I had Ms. Perfect
I was settling down
through fuckin' round
most the time I stayed at her house
spent all my time, with her when we stayed in the town
thought this shit right here was really bout to work out
quickly found out, that wasn't her intentions
shorty phone used to ring e're five seconds
ain't pay attention
she would always take her calls in the kitchen
go to the sink, runnin' water like she washin' dishes
ain't tryin' a listen
I know how them shorties is
always in somebody business
gossipin', shootin' bullshit with her girlfriend
one day feelin like a joker
told her I wasn't comin over
Jive got me on the last flight out to Arizona, what I told her
went over unexpected
rung the bell (ding dong!) Domino's (just a second!)
opened the door with the robe on
she only put on, when she naked as the day she was born
I'm just standin' there with crossed arms
then her baby car came out
lookin' at me like (Nigga wha's wrong?!)
Wha's wrong?!?
[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love.
[Verse Two]
if I aint just get outta prison,
man listen, I'd a did him
by Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the nigga, I aint' bullshittin'
glad I had my man with me
he fast, turned me around
pulled me out the house
to the car, nigga we out
I'm madder than a muhfucker, heart tore up
lookin for a clip to dry this off the side of (whoo!)
man I caught him in the house wit' my girl
damn cuz that shit was fucked up
fuck her,.... just like the rest of 'em
I'm a tell ya somethin', I can't front
we been broke up for a couple of months
and I done called her up we talked
I aint mad as I was
she ain't doin no mo' than I done
ya know?, just got caught wit her's
hit me right here when she told me she still had my stuff
(want me to bring it?) can you stay when you come?
(uh huh) DAMN!
[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love.
[Verse Three]
sheeeit, I ain't a sucker cuz
shit, I can't help that I love her
my baby got some good stuff
I'm coo-coo for coco puffs
time to break out the candles
and old Marvin Gaye
huh, let me straighten up
aw, you know what?
hmmm, lemme call her back
where I put her number at?
ain't it 757-23..yeah, 36
see if she want some fish
I can fix it 'fore she get here
man, I hope my boo ain't left yet
aw, come on, come on
know you on the other line an' shit
(Hi Derek!) Derek!?! what the..? (Pablo?) BITCH!!
[Hook]
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
Knowin' the shit you do
I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
All that shit you took a nigga through
I told myself that everything would work out fine
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love. [x3, until fade]
petey pablo - freek-a-leek
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Lets take some calls from the request line, caller number 1
[Caller number 1]
Hey man what's up this Dominque from shade-n-low trailer park
[DJ Petey Pablo]
What's up Dominque
[Caller number 1]
I wanna hear that song from Lil' John and Petey Pablo
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Aight, I got that coming right up for ya
Now shout out the radio station that gave ya what ya wanted
[Caller number 1]
W boom boom beat baby
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How you like it daddy (Would ya do it from the front?)
How you like it daddy (Would ya take it from the back?)
How you like it daddy (Gonna break it down like that)
[Verse 1]
Twenty-four, thirty-four, fourty-six
Good and thick and what you give her she'll work wit' it (she'll work wit' it)
Pretty face and some cute lips
Earing in her tounge and she know what to do with it (know what to do wit' it)
Made a name for herself and she do her shit well and know how
to keep her buisness to herself
Come over anytime nigga call check
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock (ding dong) and she right there
And she know why she came here
And she know where clothes suppose to be (off and over there)
Sniff a lil' coke, take a lil' x, smoke a lil' weed, drink a lil' bit
I need a girl I could freak wit' (freak wit')
And wanna try shit and ain't scared of a big dick (big dick)
And love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch
Cause I aint drunk enough to do that shit
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Freek-a-leek
(How you like it daddy) Shamika, Kiesha, Tara (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Shawna, Sabrina, Crystal, Derhonda (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Lisa, Felicia, Tonisha, Shavon (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Monica, Monique, Christina, Yolonda
[Verse 2]
I need to know a whole lot
That could teach me broad
Need a ding dong stick a tounge and take her to ball
I had to gon' head do that for her
Im spoiled and I dont like to work that hard
I like to lay back relax and enjoy my turn
Til my eyes roll back and my toes curl
I love when do that girl
Til it come time for me to give her hers
Tell me what you want
Do want it missonary with your feet cramed to the head board
Do want it from the back with your face
in the pillow so you could yell as loud as you want to
Do you want it on the floor, do want it in the chair
do you want it over here, do want it over there
Do you want it in your pussy, do you want it in your ass
(I could give you anything you can handle)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Freek-a-leek
(How you like it daddy) Shamika, Kiesha, Tara (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Shawna, Sabrina, Crystal, Derhonda (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Lisa, Felicia, Tonisha, Shavon (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Monica, Monique, Christina, Yolonda
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How you like it daddy (Would ya do it from the front?)
How you like it daddy (Would ya take it from the back?)
How you like it daddy (Gonna break it down like that)
[Caller number 1]
Hey I appreciate that homeboy
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Not a problem, you know I do it cause I love ya
Now I got to give a shout out to Seagram's gin
Cause I drink it, and they payin for it
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Freek-a-leek
(How you like it daddy) Shamika, Kiesha, Tara (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Shawna, Sabrina, Crystal, Derhonda (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Lisa, Felicia, Tonisha, Shavon (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Monica, Monique, Christina, Yolonda
petey pablo - funroom
Hey
And i can't be to late
How long we gon be here?
To when
Where the hell is this taken me too?
Man ya'll crazy the fun room?
No
The what?
Man
Ohh lord
C'mon
Ha..ha
Ohh lord
Ah.....ah
[petey pablo]
Its...its..its petey pablo (ah)
The first one to run the ball (ah)
97 yards in the first quarter (ah)
What's messing with those country boys? (man nothing at all)
Me and mt partner dog (ah)
Timberland on the itty bitty wizard of oz (ah)
Greatest beat makers of the greek god (ah)
Best thing that happen since the made cars
Running things shiny to the north star (ah)
Best communications since cellular
Ill tell ya boy
We terrible (ah)
Every time we get together its a odd (?)
Load the pussy up, then we out the door
Then what? to the studio
In the mic room baby on the floor
You know
[hook 1x]
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Fun room
[petey pablo]
Im talking bout the doors locked
In the bath room
Fill the bath up
Some (?)
Im talking bout cross the boy
Punch him now
(is this mic on?)
Girl hell naw
Talking bout bending over
Bust it open
(im talking bout) give me some jello mode
(im talking bout) quit acting like you aint done it before
(im talking bout ) u butt naked hoe
Cut you're toe bite on my shoe string if i start hurting you're box
Quits squirmming (aight)
Im ah sweat it up
Send ya home
With a ice pack on
And u know what happen last time don't ya
(petey you aint me stony)
Had you're bad ass on motrin 500
Im sorry i hurt ya honey
That means
[hook 1x]
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Fun room
[girl speaking]
Any thing you want is going down
In the fun room...fun room
Any thing you want is going down
In the fun room...fun room
[petey pablo]
Chain in the fun room (all night)
Do any thing in the fun room (all night)
Ca-cam you hang in the fun room? (all night)
Or would ya bang in the fun room (all night)
Where tha chicks show u love dat (and they)
Aint scared to touch ya (and they)
Mite rub ya butt (and they)
Make a nigga cum (and they)
Mite give you some (if ya)
(i don't ) see nothing wrong
A little bit of fun
[hook 3x]
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Any thing is likely to go down
In the fun fun room
Fun room
petey pablo - get xxx d
Get XXXd
Trek boys!!!
You heard this thing
J-Kown
You'll see me in a minute
Petey Pablo
We're gettin X'd man
Ebony Eyes
Ya'll ready?
[J-Kwon]
Imma run while gettin front
It's cuz your gettin none
Here the cop, they hit a nun
It's all with a gun
What is done is what is done
It's all for the fun
Somebody said cut off they head, it's already done
Now I'm clap wit mini straps including mini matched
Wit a bat, my clipse on, I'm bangin wit that
Where it's at what it's at
Don't worry bout that
Your a soldier, where a soldier relate to that
Now I'm marching down the ally
In a rally
Some meany motherfuckers they try, we need a tally
Now we, put it in mind and then we outty
Rowdy, they step on a bomb
The bomb outty
Doubt me, I start to shot up you to Nelly
Try Kwon, here give a bomb to your family
Met your family in a start that you can't see
But yo I'm gon' do it anyway
[Chorus: Ebony Eyez]
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
West Coast (Get X'd)
East Coast (Get X'd)
Midwest (Get X'd)
Down South (Get X'd)
West Coast (Get X'd)
East Coast (Get X'd)
Midwest (Get X'd)
Down South (Get X'd)
[Petey Pablo]
Come take a ride as we roll to the ghetto
But your feet on the pedal
Cuz it could get pretty extreme in the ghetto
Triple X level, no holds bar
We got hood cap, and luitenets, and project sergeants
Capable of pullin your car, bombin your car
Grenades through your window, this is all our war
Take the main road here where we go
Everytime we roll
Family transportin, guns stashed in truck flow
Real talk dog, I hit real hard
One swing knock a motherfucker block
Slam off (slam off)
Hit him in the part where he talk from
Naggin back to momma cuz the wise in his jaw make it hard for him to tell you
something (tell you something)
It's sunny now but the sotrm comin
Best thing for you to do is try to get prepared for it (for it)
Find'em bread, water, milk, couple cans of soup, and a place to go just incase you
have to move
[Chorus: Ebony Eyez]
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
West Coast (Get X'd)
East Coast (Get X'd)
Midwest (Get X'd)
Down South (Get X'd)
West Coast (Get X'd)
East Coast (Get X'd)
Midwest (Get X'd)
Down South (Get X'd)
Finally, when it comes to the tools
I'm not forgiving the blues
I'll knock another man clean out his shoes
We get the breakin the rules
Lets get the takin his jewels
Sit still, trippin, turn his ass into dog food
Who's got he static (huh)
Better bring the plastic (uh)
Better automatic (punk)
And let him have it (chump)
I'm a savage (What?)
Let me show you magic (bra)
Wish I had this and turn your ass saw dust
Partner we lawless
I'm talkin all us
When it come to handlin business, durrty we flawless
See these revolvers
Thats why they call us
The same reason the police never caught us
I'm on another level
Words from a true rebel
I rock your ass and I ain't talk heavy metal
Your just a punk and meI durrt devil
Lets see what's left as soon the the smoke settle
[Corus: Ebony Eyez]
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
We can take it thurr (We can take it thurr)
We can handle that (We can handle that)
West Coast (Get X'd)
East Coast (Get X'd)
Midwest (Get X'd)
Down South (Get X'd)
West Coast (Get X'd)
East Coast (Get X'd)
Midwest (Get X'd)
Down South (Get X'd)
petey pablo - give it up
Now ever since I was a little girl
I had a feeling of a naughty girl coming out of me
Now that I'm a little bit older, it's hard to control her
Petey whatcha got for me
[Chorus: girl]
You turn me on and I like it
Wanna get it on but I just can't
Give it up, give it up, give it up, baby
You got it goin' on and I like it
Wanna take you home but I just can't
Give it up, give it up, give it up, baby
[Verse 1]
6 feet 1, thick as a motherfucker
Sex symbol to some, freaky as a motherfucker
I don't need 'em all but I will lick some
And I don't gotta be that drunk neither motherfucker
Fuck money, I ain't gotta floss to fuck
All I gotta do is let her touch it to fuck her mind up
Peanut butter, caramel
Like 'em brown like a Reese cup
Pantie like paper and I usually tear the paper up
West coast women are a lot different from the East coast
Silicone titty, big nipples, only red bone
I know what they want see I know how to talk to 'em
And I know they want me to slip it in the back door
Only thing slow about me, I got some Luther
You just need to hold on
I ain't tryin' to hurt ya mama
I know it's your first time, tryin' to take it easy on ya
Speak for itself, whatcha think shorty
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
(Girl) You like it daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) I feel excited daddy
(Petey) Do you like it like that
(Girl) I'm so delighted daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) From the front to back but I can't give it up
(Girl) Now how you like it daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) I feel excited daddy
(Petey) Do you like it like that
(Girl) I'm so delighted daddy
(Petey) I like it like this
(Girl) From the front to back but I can't give it up
[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
Everybody wanna take a ride wit' a bad boy
I don't know what it is about you and bad boys
Bad boys do bad things, we got bad names
But y'all girls love us to death, I don't understand
Is it the way that we wear our clothes
Pants low by our assholes, hats turned back like so
Smokin on ganja, bullet holes in the escalade door, I don't know
But whatever it is that turns y'all on, keep turning me on
So as the world turns...
But you gon' learn, keep playin with fire and you will get burned
See I can lie to ya and make it sound fly to ya
But I choose to tell you this up front
We ain't good for nothin' but a night of good fuckin' and suckin'
So you might wanna pass us up, I said
[Chorus x2]
petey pablo - goodies
[Ciara]
My Goodies, My Goodies, My Goodies
Not my goodies!
[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]
I got a sick reputation for handlin broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more.
And in my rap
Tell valet to bring my 'Lac
And I ain't comin back
So you can put a car right there.
I'm the truth
And ain't got nothin' to prove.
An you can ask anybody
Cuz they seen me do it.
Barracades, I run right through 'em
I'm used to 'em.
Throw all the dirt you want it's no use.
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.
(I love you boo)
Yeah freak and Petey love you too.
Ha Ha
You know how I do..
[Hook: Ciara]
You may look at me and think that I'm
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a young girl.
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for:
Sexy, independent, down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough
I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it.
[Chorus: Ciara]
I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh
[Verse 2: Ciara]
Just because you drive a Benz
I'm not goin home with you.
You won't get no nookie or the cookies
I'm no rookie.
And still I'm
Sexy, independent
I ain't wit' it so you already know.
I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it
You think you're slick
Tryna hit
But I'm not dumb
I'm not bein too dramatic it's just how I gotta have it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
So damn hot but so young.
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil one
And you ain't got it all
Hey shawty
You think you bad but you ain't bad
I'll show you what bad is.
Bad is when you capable of beatin' the baddest.
I been workin' at it ever since I came to this planet
And I ain't quite there yet but I'm gettin' better at it.
Matter of fact,
Lemme tell it to you one mo' again
All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey!)
Ain't naa chick in here dat I can't have
Bada boom bada bam ba bam!
[Verse 4: Ciara]
You're insinuating that I'm hot
But these goodies boy are not
Just for any of the many men that's tryna get on top.
No you can't call me later
And I don't want your number.
I'm not changin' stories
Just respect the play I'm callin'.
[Chorus (2X)]
Uh...Yeah...Uh...Yeah Uh Uh Uh
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