I Lyrics - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry - Petey Pablo

[Petey] 

Man holla at ya dog 

Petey Petey hey y'all hey y'all 

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 y'all 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 want to 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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