Текст (слова) песни: Petey Pablo - I

[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 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

[chorus]
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 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
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 wanna drop shit this year
Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is

[chorus]

[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

[chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Petey Pablo - I [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 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 [chorus] 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 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 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 wanna drop shit this year Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is [chorus] [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 [chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/3240.html Все тексты песен: Petey Pablo » Petey Pablo - Intro » Petey Pablo - Test of My Faith » Petey Pablo - Truth About Me » Petey Pablo - Freek-A-Leek » Petey Pablo - Didn`t I » Petey Pablo - Raise Up » Petey Pablo - Jam Y`all » Petey Pablo - I » Petey Pablo - Raise Up » Petey Pablo - Diary Of A Sinner » Petey Pablo - Funroom » Petey Pablo - I Told Y`All » Petey Pablo - Raise Up (All Cities Remix) » Petey Pablo - Let`s Roc » Petey Pablo - Raise Up (USA Flag Remix) » Petey Pablo - Tha Come Up » Petey Pablo - Test Of My Faith » Petey Pablo - I Told Y`all » Petey Pablo - Club Banger » Petey Pablo - Y`all Ain`t Ready (Come On) Рекомендуем скачать: » Beth Nielsen Chapman - Seven Shades of Blue » Brian Mcknight - You » Bad Religion - God Song » Beverly - Here » Bury Your Dead - Tuesday Night Fever » Buck Owens - I`ll Give My Heart To You » Beseech - Manmade Dreams » bach johann sebastian - heart ever faithful \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Boy George - Dont Cry » Barrett Dave - Kitty Bone » Better Than Ezra - Teenager » Bill Monroe - Have A Feast Here Tonight » Bush Kate - Kashka From Baghdad » Box Car Racer - And I » Bill Monroe - You Won`t Be Satisfied That Way » Bel Canto - Shimmering, warm and bright » Blink 182 - Toast & Bananas » Bavu Blakes - Bah-Voo » Bonny Cepeda - Fotografia » Boo Radleys, The - New Brighton Promenade (for James)
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