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Petey Pablo Nome Artístico De Moses Mortimer Barrett Iii (greenville, 22 De Julho De 1973) é Um Rapper,ator Norte-americano. (wikipédia)

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petey pablo01. do dat

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 pablo02. get xxx d

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 pablo03. jam y all

petey pablo - jam y all

Ay, Check this out,This the Carolina Birddog
AKA Ginboy, Mister Ginboy, Y'all know what it is
I got my man Gotto in the house tonight
I got my homeboy Bryan in the house tonight
We gone represent, Carolina we back baby
Holla atcha boy

[Verse 1]
We came to fill the gap in the game
The helicopter man took and bought him a plane
Now I guess I'm just gone have to pick me a name
To place cross the face of my new runway
International roller, while y'all still ridin round local
Crusin through in somethin' chopped off at the roof
Tearin up my baby doll new hair-do
Candy painted sittin on some brand new shoes
Aint studying nothin' lesser than them 22's
Actin a fool, by the hip-hop and the music
Doin tricks, hittin switches like (uh uh uh)
All us sittin on dubs, and all our guls cut cuz
Y'all broke, and can't get shit from us
Besides a motherfuckin dick to suck (C'mon)

[Chorus - 2X]
Shit, Gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam
Awww Shit, gotdamn, get off yo ass and jam

[Verse 2]
Carolina nigga got the game on lock
You can tell a pimp nigga when you see his car
Still tickin passin him with two bad hoes
Window rolled down so his curls can blow
That boy from the west coast, naw I don't thank so
I thank he from down south, where they get low
(To the windowwwwwwwwww!) dual pipes and vogues
Sippin gin, head in the wind, you seen it before
You know how we roll, cars both sides of the road
Like a motherfuckin pimp nigga, watch me hoe
Cut that shit down, what he talking bout
He just mad cuz, his girlfriend turned out
Look at that bitch in that truck, bouncin that butt
(Look at that bitch in that truck, bouncin that butt)

[Chorus]

Aight, now what we do right now, we gone go back
Way back, c'mon c'mon

Yo momma, yo daddy, yo greasy greasy grandmammy
These girls scandalous, got holes in they panties
Got big behinds like Frankenstein
Breathe smeel just as shitty
And meatballs on they titty
And scrambled eggs down 'tween they legs
Aint yo girlfriend pretty

YEEAAAAH! This is another Lil'Jon production
Petey Pablo, y'all what it is
Set it off

[Chorus]

you know I'd like to come over there
and just choke the life outta ya right in front of Jesus [laugh]

petey pablo04. raise up

petey pablo - raise up

This is David Nevermind
And today's controversy is coming from yet another member
(Aiyyo tell 'em that we not gon' be playin)
or should I say members of the hip-hop community:
(I'll blaze 'em niggaz)
Petey Pablo - a new artist signed under Jive
(Aiyyo look at my homeboys)
and has teamed up with Timbaland, outta V.A.
(We gonna blow this up)
In a quest to redeem his title
And bring, North Carolina, and Virginia, to the front of theline
(Yeah, we gon' do it)
We're gonna stand by

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' head
Spin it like a helicopter
North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!

[Petey Pablo]
Who am I? Petey Pab motherfucker!
First to put it down for North Carolina
But guess what (what?), it's been worth it
I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car!)
Black fifty-four from the front to back
and got a button in the middle, make the trunk go eh-eh
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin whatchu gettin and drivin all back here
Big fellas (six fellas)
Half of me and Carolina niggaz, I'm tired of y'all
Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Greene County, Timbaland, damn
Transfer, Sandy Ridge, Browns over here (greens over here)
Pasqoutank, down on the, Odom East (lemme think)
Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby,Kenansville
(Man Catawba) Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax,Fayettville
And all my niggaz doin life behind the wall
This right here, right here, right here's for

[Chorus]

[Petey Pablo overlapping Chorus]
Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it
You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all
The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all
We used to (Rep our city, rep our city!)
Runnin through the school halls
just before our basketball pep-rally jumped yall (round!)
My house, my home, my hood (round!)
My brother, my sister, my cous' (round!)
My niggaz that was there from the beginin
been wit me even 'fore they knew what bein with me was
Y'all niggaz just glanced at it, now I gotcha starin at it
Wouldn't been the same ol' North Carolina, it's been then
Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it?
Oh you thought we said we were comin wit a whole other
we were bullshhh! (ahh!)

[Chorus]

[Petey Pablo]
Man I had to do it
just incase you were one of the ones who wanted to come and asksomethin stupid
(What you think you doin?) What it look like?
Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side
North Carolina, South Carolina
And all my little bitty open little cape towns
We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nothin but a T.D. blast
that we got comin atcha, (beat) slammin, (first) classic
(Go for this) What's after platinum?
(Baby you don't want the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya
but I'm about to bring it home
Blow these fellas, these hills, these things and N.C. out thewater
How's it feel to lose to motherfucker that be real
Now tell 'em - "I told ya!"

[Chorus]

[David Nevermind]
Uhh, af-after seeing this
I, I have no other questions, I, I mean I
Hey look, this is David Nevermind
I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here
Remember, if I ever talked anything about the Polk guys,nevermind
North Carolina and V.A. are definitely at the front of the line
You have my vote of support, over and out

petey pablo05. show me the money

petey pablo - show me the money

Chorus
Show off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin that, You twerkin that
You tickin' that, like a clock

Verse (Petey Pablo)
Cant nobody do it like i do it,
when i do it, dog i do it
(Break it down) Break it down putcho back into it
Mean Yall aint ready for the **** im doing
(Get up) Get up Putcho drinks down
Dont want yall shloshin' your drinks out
All over that your cheap blouse aint nothin but swallow in it anyhow
(Still me) Still me I just changed the sound to the other one i had and just swapped it out
(Switch) Kept somethin in the backround, cuz you in love with the song but you in love with the backround
Come on let a momma work for me
Make a playa wanna spend some money
(Come on) I dont really like to spend a money
But you can do what you do and do it well Imma

Chorus
Show off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin that, You talkin that
You tickin' that, like a clock
(REPEAT)

Verse
(Show up) Show up, empty
Nothin in um, Her..her
No Silicone, no lypo, no botox no tummy tuck (No)
All Natural, let the day spoil when another brother in this world
Good lookin momma
That good and hot to death make an athelete lose his breath
And had to move that *** when you bump south
You gonna need a couple skirts keep fallin out
(For Real) a 10.5 on a rhictor scale a high number you can go to 12
shorty shaking like hell
We ought be shamed ourselves, creator couldnt rock the bed that well
(Look Out) Breakin it down, ridin this beat like (WOW)
Papa jail man i gun her down

Chorus
Show off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin that, You talkin that
You tickin' that, like a clock
(REPEAT)

Bridge]
This is defiantly the wickedest thing i hear in my life!
OK! I've been sippin on that patron
(Get Up, Get up)
I'm ready, Give you what you want
OK! (Get Up, Get Up)
Might not feel the same way tomorrow (Ok)
But I'll deal with that tomorrow
(Get up, Get up)
Cuz tonight you got me feeling like i wanna take you home

Chorus
Show off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin that, You talkin that
You tickin' that, like a clock
(REPEAT)

petey pablo06. truth about me

petey pablo - truth about me

Ayo cuz
When y'all tellin folk... about my life
I don't want y'all to add nothing
I don't want y'all to take nothing away
I want y'all to play that thang
Just like this here...
Ya heard me

[Petey]
Since the tender age (since the tender age)
I been running wild (I been running wild)
I seen all those things (all those things)
You don't show to a child
It wasn't love I was missing (lord knows)
My folks cared for me
I had a stubborn ass attitude (did what I wanna do)
And y'all couldn't talk to me
Tried often the strait and narrow
But every time I would stumble and fall
Fell so hard one time I fucked around and stayed down
I don't wanna try no more
I was getting a little older
Those mistakes were a part of my life
And my only regret is that I only get one chance to get it right

[Chorus]
And I wanna tell the world the truth about me [2x]
(listen to the song...)

[Petey]
I caused more unnecessary stress to my mama than the word allow
Old sister of mine
I had once upon a time
We ain't spoke in a while
Life's been hard on me
But I found a way to keep standing it
And holding on (holding on)
Pressing on (good God almighty)
Standing in jail someday I'll break the monotony
Cause Petey wasn't doing that well
And I can behold a way that the world christened me
... If anybody give a damn to know
What really went on in my life I wrote a song

[chorus]
[voice talking]
It is now gallow time
All inmates are asked to get on your assigned bunks and
Remain there until count time is made....count time...
Olden... (yeah)
Williams... (here)
Monroe... (yo)
Durant... (here)
Pablo... Pablo.....

[Petey]
Man I was just one of the ones
That always wounded up in the midst of something
Stayed in trouble if I won't fuckin' up
I love ( I love) to bring the pain
Growing up in Greenville, North Carolina outside of Rocky Mount
I'm a be on the winning side
When this whole life decide to give me just a little money
You can sell it bootleg just as long as you can get it
Whatever...just understand me

[Chorus]

petey pablo07. waitin on

petey pablo - waitin on

[Intro: Petey Pablo]
(That's right) that's right [6x]
That's right

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
All that you've been waitin' on! [15x]

[Verse: Angie Martinez]
Now everybody just bounce-bounce
When we climb up outta' that truck
And you standin' out in that line
And we walk straight in - nigga that's wassup
Straight to the V-I, where they got them bottles ready
My name good cause we kinda heavy
Walk in with the hood and the cars steady talkin'
Wish I could, but our time is very important
You should find your mind already
Cause I got hot shit, hooks kinda' catchy
I spit so quick, no time to catch me, nah-uh don't stress me
Cause we, just came to make ya bounce
"Tear da club up" and clear it out
Thugs in the club: beef just air it out
Now everybody just bounce-bounce

[chorus 2x]

[Verse: Angie Martinez]
Now everybody just bounce-bounce
Every time we jump on that stage
From page 1 through to 8
In the hallways or through the day
You know our name good, kinda' thick
Woke up in the spot with the shiny whips
Keep talkin' a lot - bring out the grimey chicks
Incase you forgot how the grimey get
Niggas surround this shit, let me remind you chick
How one hit can leave you all blind and shit
Have to send your little friends to come find your shit
But right now there's really no time to flip
Just bounce, get twisted, get ripped no doubt, that's
What I'm talkin' about
'Till ya whole crew, they walkin' ya out
Swear ya'll never drink again, sure no doubt

[Chorus 2x]

[Bridge: Petey Pablo]
(That's right) that's right [6x]
That's right (ok, this is it right here)

[Verse: Angie Martinez]
Now if you still Bouncin' and this yo shit
Then ok, pump it in your whip
We get it crunk, in the A-T-L
Down in the south, baby blaze that L
Just bounce, bounce, rep your hood
Rep your city, playa it's all good
This worldwide, any town any club
Unless you busy, you can party wit us
'Till the mornin' come, then we on the run
Then we do it again - cause that's how it is
On them ones, playa that's how it is
Talk money? It's done that, just biz
I get it on lock like "that's just a bid"
Every time I rock it's like "that's just the kid"
If you didn't know, now you know
Gotta get this paper, gotta go gotta go

[Chorus 2x]

petey pablo08. be country

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 pablo09. blow your whistle

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 pablo10. club banger

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 pablo11. darkside

petey pablo12. diary of a sinner

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 pablo13. didn t i

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 pablo14. drama

petey pablo15. fight club

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

Playlist Petey Pablo

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