Let's Roc Lyrics - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry - Petey Pablo

This is a Petey Pizzle productshizzle 

Thank you, man 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there 

Dawg, you ain't had to worry 'bout us, we wasn't even thinkin' 'bout ya 

'Til you went to flyin' out the mouth all cattacornered 

Where the fuck did Petey go, one-hit wonder, hell naw 

I just been out here up on this horse that I done jumped on 

Enjoyin' myself a little bit 'cause I deserve it 

Before Saddam and ol' Sadonna Jones supposed to 

Get my ass in the Taliban bad ass it's over 

Fuckin' up some more planes my taxes pay for 

Let me break it down for ya, everythang 'round here 

Got Carolina on it bitch, I'm in charge of it 

I don't care what shwaty said, security handle that 

Before we start to rearrangin' shit up here with his ass 

Oh yeah, we can go there, I'm qualified for this here 

And certified, downtown, ready to stir it 

So before you start to, ease up a little on this here 

You gone hate it when I do that right there, right there 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there 

Still off the chain, still in the game 

I gotta hear you say it Petey Pab motherfucka 

That's right baby, two scoops of raisin' 

Half man and half amazin' 

This time I got that purple in my haze, candy on my paint 

Rocks a little larger on the side of my face 

I'm the Mr.Carolina, chair board spokesman 

Hail to the King, thanks for your support 

If any nigga out there feel that they just wanna kill they self 

To run up here and try to take what's mine, let 'em help they self 

I ain't got no greaps or gripes, you choose how you lose your life 

Gun bustin', knife cuttin', motherfucker fist fight me 

Watch how Carolina wild out for they homeboy 

Some of them don't like me but they ain't gone let you hurt me 

You can bet that there on the left cheek of yo', ass 

I'm the fuckin' man 'round here, sound off 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there 

I rep for the prisons, I rap for the block 

All my nine to fivers out there workin' jobs 

I rep for single parents that don't need they baby daddy 

To buy them not nan pamper, show them punk bitches you can handle it 

Chinese, Japanese, Portuguese, Hispanic 

Philippine, Dime piece, the white ones and the black ones 

Cherokee, Mix Breeds, over here to cross seas 

If y'all don't sound off I'm leavin', sweet Jesus 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up 

Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there