Break Me Off - Missy Elliott Lyrics - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry - Petey Pablo

[Petey Pablo] 

Man you see that 

Everytime they with all them big cars, we can't get nothin 

I don't like that, I don't like that at all 

[Chorus] 

I got myself some new funk 

And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said 

Well you got a lot of cash let me ask where yo maims 

Damn where you fro out of town or where you stay 

I got myself some new funk 

And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said 

You should play ball with the sweet game you play 

Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here 

[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo] 

Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle 

To get every boy on his, brother Tim 

Why you fuckin with him, he gone have you shame of yourself 

Out on a limb and to far, to call help 

I ain't hatin on him, I just heard it heard from him 

He heard it from him, so he must have done it to them 

Wait a cotton-pickin minute (Naw) y'all gone head 

Get in the bed, hike up ya legs, give him some head 

Girl play to win, work until the dick fall dead 

I'm just hopin, I can get a chance to poke it myself 

Yeah, for shizzle Mrs, Thizzle 

My pager number (877 for Petey Pizzle) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] 

My man at the crib, nigga what the deal 

Look but don't feel, come on man I came to kill 

I think you wanna chill, cause you on the X pills 

In Zeffer hills, and make my titties look like the hills 

Beg if you will, like I ain't gettin no deal 

My ass give him chills, like a slut in high hills 

My body is a meal, like fries in the ville 

Now playa look at here, ain't nothin goin in my rear 

My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear 

Now can't you tear my underwear like apple and pears 

(Oh Yeah!) Oh yeah sheezy my neezy 

7793 come on hit me when you need me 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Petey Pablo] 

Girl I got a half a pund of reffer, a thousand geeker pops 

Call up all yo homegirls, see if they can come out 

See if they'll show out, Freek-a-leek or somethin 

See if they can boun-bounce over these speed bump-bumps 

Make her blow the backdoor down 

Make her scream loud (AHHH!) 

Like on Girls Gone Wild, breaker break it down, turn it around 

(ha - ha - ha) I'm tryin to throw a hooker hip out 

Make her stick her tongue out (?) now sit down 

Aint but one helicopter pilot in this chopper now 

Show her what the chopper's about, you in Petey's house 

Tu-tu-turn around, make a right and get the hell out 

[Chorus]