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Petey Pablo
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Y'all Ain't Ready(Come On)
作詞:Moses Barrett Iii
I can make 'em, I can make 'em I can make 'em, I can make 'em I can make 'em bounce if I want to I can make 'em, I can make 'em I can make 'em, I can make 'em I can make 'em bounce if I want to
Who in the hell, this here? Big eared motherfucker, thinkin' he is comin' round here Spittin' like he the real deal Just 'coz he with Missy and Tim In the new Benz on them 20 inch rimz, grinnin' from ear to ear Got all them little bitches round him Creasy and keashy and them Hope he get gonorrhea, bitch ass nigga
That what they sayin', I know it Why they hate me so bad Boy this is my reward, you better get yours Quit worrying what Petey be doin', get you you's a turn My vocals rim rowdy and derm, you ain't heard? I think you been sippin' to much of that syzurp Better calm your nerves Before you ass serves up somethin' terrible thoroughly
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I'm the love boat, more potent than crack smoke Some folks say, I'm the all, they been waitin' for Tired of hearin' the same shit on their radio Tired of seein' the same bitches in your video Tired of Benzs, Bentleys and diamonds in your chain yo Tired of hearin' 'bout all of this cash and most of ya broke Can't even give 'em a decent show Energy level on a Richter Scale, triple 0.0
Holla for Petey Pablo Let me see ya b-breakin' it down on the dance floor I got what they wh-wh-what from a nigga that ti ti ti ti ti We at it again, you know what it is, 4000 and 70 spent My prediction, first week, half a motherfuckin' million Break it down for me, break it down, my man Pitchin' first week, half a motherfuckin' million
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Peter piper picked peppers, and I shook corn Now Humpty Dumpty fell down, and I kept goin' And Jacky Nimble was nimble, but not more nimble than this Can you imagine Jam Master, on some shit like this Kick it like your grandaddy, the baddest, the fastest, nastiest
Actin' asses to ever walk on this side of rappin' The skipper, the professor, and the captain The lighter and the matches I'm the one thats gonna 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, hey
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