I lyrics

Artist  : Petey Pablo 
Song : I



 Send "I" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Petey]

Man holla at ya dog

Petey Petey
hey yall hey yall

Carolina bird dog, still
got my shirt off

Still reppin' for convicts
in Sing-sing to Burgaw

Still rockin' with
T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh

I got a different
role, different stroll

Impose, every nigga in
here tryin' best to fuck with Petey hoes

I got
em by the boat load, dark skin to
pink-toes

Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to
forty-fo'

I got some 1965 pantyhose

Still
in the plastic bag now tell me I ain't a
macaroni

Jerome Jerome to Don
Corleone

Petey Petey the pussy beater

I
suck em, fuck em, send em home

I gets my thug
on, weekends

I get me club on, we in

So
many hotels boy I ought to buy my
own

Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey
I (Petey I)

MAN WE DID IT
AGAIN



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I I I I I I I I I I I
I

Got them girls 

Got them thangs

Got
them guns

Got them stunts uh, I said

I I
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 

Got them girls


Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got
them stunts uh, I said

I I I I I I I I I I I
I I I I I I I I I 

Got them girls

Got
them thangs 

Got them stunts uh, I said

I
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I

Got them
girls

Got them thangs

Got them
guns

Got them stunts
uh,



[Petey]

P-P-Pardon me
dog

Its the gitchie from the gitchie
bar

Its really a tittie bar but I ain't got
no license for it

I got the what they
want

Plenty H, plenty O

Plenty guns,
plenty bows

Muthafucka chew ya road

You
ain't never seen this before

But when this
shit drop, all she wrote

International playa
(yay ah)

D-D-Deah ya go

All they want is
that Timbaland and Petey Pablo

Now watch me
ball, da-dunna-dunna

Rims spinnin', 20's on
all the cars, da-dunna-dunna

Every time we
hit em they different broads,
da-dunna-dunna

Now yall ain't ready

I'm
the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash

You
don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the
track

Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass

Fist stomp
I know you mad

But ain't too much you can do
bout that

Cause I'll make em stop the
track

Tighten my belt and whoop y'all
ass

Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas
don't wanna drop shit this year

Five and five
equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it
is



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[Petey]

I'm the
quicker picker-upper

Crazy soda can
crusher

River, rock path, mobile
home

Country muthafucka

Rep the dirty
like a car commercial

You ain't heard it
pitchin

Like the smell in the pasture, I'm
the Cacky-lacky shit

Tr-Tr-Trash talkin'
som'bitch

Trust me man I ain't the one to get
mad at

Petey Pab got a bag of vats

And a
gat if it come to that

So nigga-nigga don't
act like that, playin'

Get a nigga smacked
like that, I'm sayin'

Get a nigga wig pushed
back, DAMN

Timbaland where ya
at



[Timbaland]

In a 18-wheeler
blowin' my horn-horn

Granddad in the field
pickin beans and corn-corn

Mama never saw
that a star was born-born

Mama said star go
mow that lawn-lawn

I said its hot as hell a
nigga need some lemonade

Bump it its 2000 a
nigga needs some Minute Maid

Go head and act
up get cut with this switch blade

Nigga you
better pay attention what the hook
say



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