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[Petey]
Man holla at ya dog
Petey Petey hey yall hey yall
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 n*gga in here tryin' best to f*ck with Petey hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big ho, 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 pus*y beater
I suck em, f*ck 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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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
Muthaf*cka chew ya road
You ain't never seen this before
But when this sh*t 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 yall ain't ready
I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
n*gga 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 n*ggas gon' understand why n*ggas don't wanna drop sh*t 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 muthaf*cka
Rep the dirty like a car commercial
You ain't heard it pitchin
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky sh*t
Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'b*tch
Trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at
Petey Pab got a bag of bats
And a gat if it come to that
So n*gga-n*gga don't act like that, playin'
Get a n*gga smacked like that, I'm sayin'
Get a n*gga 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 n*gga need some lemonade
Bump it its 2000 a n*gga needs some Minute Maid
Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
n*gga you better pay attention what the hook say
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