[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
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  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
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    [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
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