Part 2 Lyrics - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry - Petey Pablo

[Petey Pablo: Talking] 

Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you today 

The new album from Petey Pablo, "Still Writing in My Diary: The 2nd Entry" 

The boy hot now; he been gone for a little while, had a little vacation, enjoyin' life 

But that's what you're supposed to do when you get there: enjoy your life 

why'naw'mean, 'cause this ain't promised to us tomorrow, we can lose this shit tonight 

Ya understand what I'm sayin' 

but this young man that I'm bringin' before you today, has done it all 

He's been at the lowest of the low, he's been at the top of the world 

And he still remains grounded, that's a trill nigga, street cat 

A fine young man, and I'm very proud to 

be able to say that I even know the young fellow 

But without further ado, because I know you've been waitin' 

Still writin' in his diary, the 2nd entry 

My mama said, "Can you give her 3 dollars for a 5 dollar book of food stamps 

so she can get her some cigarettes?" (laughs) 

Ya see, I go through some shit called voice exercisin' 

When I go in the booth, and I go in there 

and I just lay a hook now 'n then, know what I'm sayin' 

Like this shit right here 

[Chorus: Repeat 2x] 

Time to take them shirts off again (put 'em back up in the air) 

Represent, represent (put 'em back up in the air) 

I really need you to mean it, mean it, mean it (put 'em back up in the air) 

Start up that South shit again (put 'em back up in the air) 

[Petey Pablo] 

What you want this time, more fire? 

Your problem, I got it (I got it) 

y'all better be ready to call the motherfuckin' firetruck 

to come up in this bitch an' put me out (yeah, yeah) 

Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin' it down (I brought this fire, baby) 

Stronger than we've ever been baby boy 

y'all in trouble now (now now now now now now) 

If y'all ain't ready (ready), better find your door 

it's time to go and y'all gotta get out 

All up in the wheels and under your heels 

and let the best thing to roll you out 

If you been there, I ain't got to talk to you about it 

It don't get more gangsta, gangsta than it gets in this South 

[Chorus: Repeat 2x] 

[Petey Pablo] 

Got another rake, got another lawn mower, got another hoe 

A brand new weed wacker, with diamonds on the top where you hold 

Got a water hose, anything you want it up on 

Carolina (?) painted float to go with my post 

I be out there in that water 'round them rich white folks 

And caught me fishin', but guess what, dog, I look good in that boat 

I'm just as country as the day I was born, I love it 

Change my name for me (Mmmmmm mmmmmm P-P-Petey Pablo, ?) 

Bob your head, get your thang off, show yourself 

Look around ya boy, if that ain't there the South at its best 

We run this shit here, all this shit here, nigga, look at me man 

Your Jack ain't why you should be worried, it's the Ace in my hand 

[Chorus: Repeat 2x] 

[Petey Pablo] 

I'm sellin this song out to everybody that took the time when I ain't got my shit 

Record store, bootleg, under hung and everywhere that my CD is at 

I take my hat off, if it weren't for y'all, I wouldn't be nothin' at all 

And Carolina would still be two states, y'all motherfuckers used this to drive across 

Do you see anything on my goddamn face that look like I'm playin'? 

Have I said anything tonight, that y'all motherfuckin' niggaz ain't understand? 

That I leave when I had a reason, talk to me man! 

Naw I stayed, 'cause this where I was born and raised 

(And I) I swear on everything I love 

I'ma do my best to keep doin' it for us 

And I don't need a gold on a black to black 

just some down at home country love (country love) 

I don't ask for much (huuuuuh huuuuhhh) 

that's enough to keep my heart in the court (huuuuuh huuuuhhh) 

Tell the truth, it's really messin' me up 

to see all y'all niggaz still raisin' up (ooooooooooh) 

[Chorus: Repeat 2x] 

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put 'em back up in the air 

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Repeat 4x) 

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]