[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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