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I (Street Album Version)

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Yo Tim'

Yeah yeah

Yo I'mma change it up on 'em

Man holla at ya dog

Petey Petey, hey y'all (hey y'all)

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

Little bitty to big ho, nineteen to forty-fo'

I got some 1965 pantyhose

Fit in the plastic bag, tell me I ain't a macaron'

Jerome Jerome, I'm the Don Corleone

Petey Petey, the pussy beater

I suck 'em, fuck 'em, send 'em home

I gets my thug on, weekends

I get my club on, we been

So many at hotels boy I ought to buy my own

Petey Ott, Petey Swiss, Petey Inn, Petey I (Petey I)

Man, we did it again

I, Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh, I said

I, Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh, I said

I, Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them stunts uh, I said

I, Got them girls

Got them thangs

Got them guns

Got them stunts uh

P-P-Pardon me dog

Its the gitchy from the gitchy 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 choose ya road

You ain't never seen this before

But when this shit drop, all she wrote

International playa (aya)

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 jumpin' in the Jumpin' 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, five equals ten, Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is

Got them stunts uh, I said

I'm the quicker picker-upper

Crazy soda can crusher

River, rock path, mobile home

Rep the dirty like a car commercial

You ain't heard it pitchin'

Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the cacka-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 bats

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

In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn

Granddad gettin' his fill 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

Got them stunts uh, I said

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I (Street Album Version)

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