Y'all Ain't Ready (come On) Lyrics - Diary Of A Sinner: 1st Entry - Petey Pablo

I can make um 

(I can make um) 

I can make um 

(I can make um) 

I can make um bounce if I want to 

I can make um 

(I can make um) 

I can make um 

(I can make um) 

I can make um bounce if I want to 

Who and the hell this here big eared mutherfucker 

Thinkin' he is comin' 'round here 

Spittin' like he the real deal 

Just 'cause he wit Missy and Tim 

In the new Benz on 'em twenty inch rimz 

Grinnin' from ear to ear 

Got all them lil' bitches 'round him 

Kresha and Kesha and them 

I hope he get gonorrhea 

(Bitch ass nigga) 

Dat what they sayin' 

(I know it) 

Why they hate me so bad 

(Boy) 

This my reward 

You betta get yours 

Quit worrying 'bout what Petey be doin' 

You keep securing 

My vocals [Incomprehensible] rowdy and derm 

(You ain't heard) 

I think you been sippin' to much of the syzurp 

Betta calm your nerves 

Before yo ass get served 

Somethin' terrible, thoroughly 

(Ha, ha) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

I'm the Love Boat 

More potent than crack smoke 

Some folk say I'm all they been waitin' for 

Tired of hearin' the same shit on the radio 

Tired of seein' the same bitches in the video 

Tired of Benzes, Bentleys and Diamonds in yo chain yo 

Tired of hearin 'bout all this cash, when most of you broke 

Can even give a decent show 

Energy level on a Richter scale triple 0 point 0 

(Holla) 

For Petey Pablo 

Let me see you breakin' it down on the dance floor 

I got what they want 

From a nigga that ti, ti, ti 

(Woo) 

We at it again, you know what it is 

4000 and 7 to spend 

My prediction 1st week 

Half a mutherfuckin' million 

(Break it down for me) 

(Break it down my man) 

Picture first week half a mutherfuckin' million 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

Peter Piper picked peppers and I shook corn 

Humpty Dumpty fell down and I kept goin' 

And Jack be nimble was nimble 

But wasn't more nimble than this 

Can you imagine Jam Master on some shit like this? 

Kind of like your grand daddy 

The baddest, the fastest, nastiest actin' ass 

To eva walk on this side of rappin' 

The skipper, the professor and the captain 

The lighter and the match 

I'm the one that's goin' to carry Jive 

Past N'SYNC status 

(I can't believe he said it) 

(Can't believe he said it) 

(I can't believe he said it) 

Y'all ain't ready 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on) 

You ain't ready for me 

(Come on)