 Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry » Lyrics [+ Tillsätt +] |
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1. _ Vibrate
C'mon
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
I want them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin' me
Neighbors bangin' on the wall cause we over here
Disturbin' the peace, baby be easy
Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off
All tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em
A couple hours in the session we done been
Through bout four CDs (about four CDs)
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci
(They love Jodeci)
By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks
(Yeah I'm gone need em)
'Cause these hoes go vibratin in they coochie
[Chorus 1: 2x]
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
[Chorus 2: 2x]
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
[Verse 2: Rasheeda]
Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro
Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow
Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual
Make a nigga want to eat it like a vegetable
When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll
Round here we gangstered out, this ain't no titty bar
We let it all hang out
Break bread till the song played out, show that nigga what a real bitch bout
These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon
But they all played out like the thong song
Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout
Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south
[Both Choruses]
[Verse 3: Petey]
I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow
Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her
Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there
When I move you move, just like that
Just as show as yo ass is fat, there's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac
Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven
At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex
I ain't met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn't have
All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am
Pull up to the side and get away from them
Doom, Doom, Doom
[Both Choruses]
[Chorus 2 - 2X]
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2. _ Freek- A-Leak
[Petey Pablo:]
Let's take some calls from the request line.
Caller number one.....
[Caller:]
Ay...man...whats up.
This Dominique from shay lil' shack bar.
[Petey Pablo:]
Whats up Dominique.
[Caller:]
I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo.
[Petey Pablo:]
Aight, I got that coming right up for you.
Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you
wanted.
[Caller:]
Double-u boom boom b baby!
[Bridge:]
[How you like it daddy?]
Would you do it from the front?
[How you like it daddy?]
Would you do it from the back?
[How you like it daddy?]
Fyna break it down like that!
[How you like it daddy?]
[How you like it daddy?]
Would you do it from the front?
[How you like it daddy?]
Can you take it from the back?
[How you like it daddy?]
Fyna break it down like that!
[How you like it daddy?]
[Verse 1:]
24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it.
Put a face and some cute lips, earing and a tongue and she'll know what to do wit it.
Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself.
Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, [ding dong] and she right there.
And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be [off and over there].
Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit.
I need a girl that I can freak wit,
and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick.
And love to get her pussy licked,
by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that.
[Chorus:]
FREAKALEEK!
[Do you like it daddy?] Shameka
Keisha
[Do you like it daddy?] Sara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
[Do you like it daddy?] Sabrina
Crystal
[Do you like it daddy?]Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
[Do you like it daddy?] Falicia
Tenisha
[Do you like it daddy?] Shara
FREAKALEEK!
Ronda
[Do you like it daddy?] Monique
Christina
[Do you like it daddy?] Yolanda
[Verse 2:]
I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong.
Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled [and I don't like to work that hard].
I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and let your eyes roll back and my toes curl.
[I love when you do that girl] Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers.
Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board?
Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can
yell it loud if you want to?
Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair?
Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there?
Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass?
I'll give you anything you can handle!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Caller:]
Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy.
[Petey Pablo:]
Not a problem. You know I do it because I love you.
Now I got to give a shoutout to Seagrim Gin cus I drink it, and they
paying me for it.
[Chorus] [2x]
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3. _ Blow Your Whistle
PETEY PABLO - Blow Your Whistle
[Intro:]
Hey hey! Everybody come here, I need all y'all to come over here
Come here come here, yeah, I want you to do this, come on
[Chorus:] [2x]
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
[Verse 1:]
I can do anything and everything with new flows
Then take this Manny track and tear the game a new asshole
Me and my do-rag half man, with two black hoes
How in the world could it do this, I be so damn cold
I got a rabbit foot in my pocket, uh huh
Come on I needed the other part of the rabbit
To fill up a pocket, I gotta major problem partna
So that means I don't need to be bothered for nada
Um, feel me dogga
My head hot, uh huh, and my body warm
Uh huh, my nose runnin, could you close the door, uh huh
Letting out all granted and goodies sweet G's and deviled eggs
Boiled tater to goat cheese
Y'all don't even remember me
I'm Petey - take ya shirt off Carolina from Greenborough
But what Petey needs to see this evening
You can keep your shirt on - we gon' use these
[Chorus:]
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
[Verse 2:]
I tell ya when I come runnin head down, but naw
But naw, y'all ain't hit me
So I guess I had to ahead hit ya with something that could grip yo attention
That make ya yell at ya kids from the kitchen
What put that whistle down! But Petey on tv
Damn it Petey, ya heard what I say
I just love it when I could take a track and have me some fun
Get footloose, and still can put the club on crunk
Make a girl butt bump [ba bum], make a party go crazy, [ba bum]
When the first two bumps come on [ba bum]
I'ma have some, I'm telling ya mayne
I'm the new spokesman for gas grills and propane
When I wrote this I had to wear shades
I had to wear rubber gloves to get this today
Manny Fresh's CD player wasn't even playin
Man we need a fire truck, where my whistle at baby
[Chorus:]
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
[Hey, let me hold ya whistle] No
[Uh huh, please, I just wanna blow it] No
[Just a little bit]
Ain't ya proud of me now
[Verse 3:]
Release ya mind, body, and soul
And let yourself become a part of the flow, like the EX roll
And you can try your best to hold it back but you can't hold
And even if you had a cramp, pull these handcuffs on ya
Turn 'em loose, don't worry 'bout 'em , leave 'em alone
He the one gon' look like the button ho
Whistle blowin', and the party still goin' on
And he all upset, mad, cause he too grown
I'm back, I'm ready to take my back
Oh and I hooked up with Cash Money
Now how in the hell did you do that?
Elementary my nigga, I just took this little thing here and blew it
[Ya Petey Pizzle whistle?] Yeahhhhh
[Chorus:] [3x]
Blow ya whistle! Blow ya whistle!
Blow ya whistles for me y'all!
I said if you wanna bizzle then you can let a nizzle
to blow ya whistle from Petey Pizzle to come on anda...
[Outro: Manny Fresh]
Oh, and there he go, fa sho', Petey Pab
Straight hustla, play child, uh Manny Fresh ya heard
Petey check it out baby cakes
Uh you can buy yo momma a house off of this one
You can get yo daddy that truck that he always wanted
You can get yo grandfatha that chromed out wheelchair
And you can just go ahead on and just, glide in the wind
Ya heard, ooh, I'm feelin myself
I wanna thank everybody for givin' me this opportunity to blow my whistle
Blow my whistle, blow my whistle
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4. _ He Spoke to Me
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5. _ Roll Off
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6. _ Let's Roc
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7. _ Stick 'Em Up
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8. _ I Swear
(Chorus)
I swear, I would lock the door if the cops came and tell em you gone
I swear, I would rest in eternal sleep if they would let you live a little bit more
I swear, I'd give em my right arm, if they would just leave yo alone
Tell the truth, how much do I love ya
Tell the truth, more than you'll ever know
(Verse 1)
I'd tell you I'm tired of it, but nigga I will always be wit ya
Through hell or hot water it'll be me and you nigga
This can go down in the test of time
whether Ripley believe it or not, make it happen once in a lifetime
Kinda hard to find, two niggaz that growed up on two different sides of town
That get down like I get down, and done his like I done mines
Hit it off first time around, and been solid as the foundation under the house
This some, shit for us to brag about (bout it bout it)
We answered the question and never had to take the time to thank out
That's why I'll ride for my nigga, cry for my nigga
Die for my nigga
Hold ya one hand in the sky for ya nigga
Tell them you gone always remember
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
you know you one of the reasons I'm still breathin cause without you I don't know where in the hell I'd be
(homeboy)
You know life's been hard at home (homeboy)
That's what made us turn to the streets (homeboy)
I think that's what had us claimin thugs, sellin drugs
Duckin from the fuckin police, indulgin in
Boughshe women, foolish niggaz
Young, dumb, and off the leash
Outta control, but I wouldn't change it
If I could I would do it the same (if I can do it)
But if it wasn't for the game, teachin us game
We prolly would be stuck with the lames (but DAWG)
Somehow we made it, and I'm glad that I can tell ya today
That my nigga gone always be my nigga
'cause that's the way it's ‘pose to be
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Sometimes I want to play some ball, Sometimes I want to walk through the mall
(Sometimes I want to play some ball, and just walk through the mall)
Sometimes it ain't about the broads, and I just want to spend some time alone
(Sometimes it ain't about the broads, and I just want to spend some time alone wit my niggaz)
Sometimes I want to hop in the car, and drive till tomorrow
(Sometimes I want to hop in the car, and just drive till tomorrow)
Sometimes I want to pick the phone, just to see what's goin on
(Sometimes I gotta pick up the phone, just to see what's goin on wit my niggaz)
(Chorus 2x's)
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9. _ Boy's Bathroom
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10. _ What You Know About It
[Verse 1]
Hail to the king, high on the throne
Who the hell is this, answer the phone
Turn his ass back around, close my door
Get the hell up outta here, leave me alone
I'm the man round here, fuck what you heard
You looking at a kid that ain't scead to dirty
This little knotty head nigga been thirsty
Just enough sugar fo, for one cup of cool-aid
I've been all the way, I mean all the all the way down
But looking at this nigga now I never could've told it
And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game around
The same thang I'm bou tto do now put this in ya mouth
[Chorus]
International, to worldwide
What you know about it, what you know about it
Banana peels, watermelon rhymes
What you know about it, what you know about it
Eveythang I did, for the dirty south
What you know about it, what you know about it
International, to worldwide
What you know about it, what you know about it
[Verse 2]
Just when you thought that I had put back on my clothes
Look at here, there he is, flyin out the side door
Time to rock & roll, bought a bag of dominoes
Bet it up, set it up (uh ha ha, what be at the time)
North Carolina, ba-ba-back out on the road
Used to push 22's now I'm on them 24's
A lot of shit done changed, since a Range Rover
Couldn't turn them burgers over, cause the flame got too high on him
Made it a little slower for folks in them paddle boats
I might have a little motor but mines been worked on
Carefully took them two preachers and let em prayed on
Told me I can do anything that I put my name on
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Every breath that I take, move that I make
Song that I sang, been fo these states
The eyes in my face, hold so much pain
And seen so much hate, I'm shamed to even say it
But thangs they done changed through GOD and his grace
My folks and they faith, these hearts that don't break
The dirt roads they laid, have just been paved
By state my claim, and stand my name
Cross the top of the tallest wall up
Rock for my prison niggas 'cause I done been crossed up
Locked up, 'cause I made a wrong turn ,but guess what
I took it as a lesson learned
[Chorus - 2X]
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11. _ Part 2
[Petey Pablo: Talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you today
The new album from Petey Pablo, "Still Writing in My Diary: The 2nd Entry"
The boy hot now; he been gone for a little while, had a little vacation, enjoyin' life
But that's what you're supposed to do when you get there: enjoy your life
why'naw'mean, 'cause this ain't promised to us tomorrow, we can lose this shit tonight
Ya understand what I'm sayin'
but this young man that I'm bringin' before you today, has done it all
He's been at the lowest of the low, he's been at the top of the world
And he still remains grounded, that's a trill nigga, street cat
A fine young man, and I'm very proud to
be able to say that I even know the young fellow
But without further ado, because I know you've been waitin'
Still writin' in his diary, the 2nd entry
My mama said, "Can you give her 3 dollars for a 5 dollar book of food stamps
so she can get her some cigarettes?" (laughs)
Ya see, I go through some shit called voice exercisin'
When I go in the booth, and I go in there
and I just lay a hook now 'n then, know what I'm sayin'
Like this shit right here
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
Time to take them shirts off again (put 'em back up in the air)
Represent, represent (put 'em back up in the air)
I really need you to mean it, mean it, mean it (put 'em back up in the air)
Start up that South shit again (put 'em back up in the air)
[Petey Pablo]
What you want this time, more fire?
Your problem, I got it (I got it)
y'all better be ready to call the motherfuckin' firetruck
to come up in this bitch an' put me out (yeah, yeah)
Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin' it down (I brought this fire, baby)
Stronger than we've ever been baby boy
y'all in trouble now (now now now now now now)
If y'all ain't ready (ready), better find your door
it's time to go and y'all gotta get out
All up in the wheels and under your heels
and let the best thing to roll you out
If you been there, I ain't got to talk to you about it
It don't get more gangsta, gangsta than it gets in this South
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
[Petey Pablo]
Got another rake, got another lawn mower, got another hoe
A brand new weed wacker, with diamonds on the top where you hold
Got a water hose, anything you want it up on
Carolina (?) painted float to go with my post
I be out there in that water 'round them rich white folks
And caught me fishin', but guess what, dog, I look good in that boat
I'm just as country as the day I was born, I love it
Change my name for me (Mmmmmm mmmmmm P-P-Petey Pablo, ?)
Bob your head, get your thang off, show yourself
Look around ya boy, if that ain't there the South at its best
We run this shit here, all this shit here, nigga, look at me man
Your Jack ain't why you should be worried, it's the Ace in my hand
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
[Petey Pablo]
I'm sellin this song out to everybody that took the time when I ain't got my shit
Record store, bootleg, under hung and everywhere that my CD is at
I take my hat off, if it weren't for y'all, I wouldn't be nothin' at all
And Carolina would still be two states, y'all motherfuckers used this to drive across
Do you see anything on my goddamn face that look like I'm playin'?
Have I said anything tonight, that y'all motherfuckin' niggaz ain't understand?
That I leave when I had a reason, talk to me man!
Naw I stayed, 'cause this where I was born and raised
(And I) I swear on everything I love
I'ma do my best to keep doin' it for us
And I don't need a gold on a black to black
just some down at home country love (country love)
I don't ask for much (huuuuuh huuuuhhh)
that's enough to keep my heart in the court (huuuuuh huuuuhhh)
Tell the truth, it's really messin' me up
to see all y'all niggaz still raisin' up (ooooooooooh)
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put 'em back up in the air
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Repeat 4x)
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
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12. _ Be Country
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones
Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
Would I ever leave here?
Naw I, I can answer that without even thinking about it
I am Carolina (you know)
North and South (you know)
It give my folks a since of it can happen for you
To lookup and see my ridin around somewhere
Doing my thug thizzle
I can't leave here
Ain't no way in the world
They need me, I need them?
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones
Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
What it feel like to be on the road with Petey Pablo
Something I never experienced before
Yeah I remember when I first met you
You was just getting out of the pen
Told me how hungry you was
Now you there...you made it
I appreciate everything you done for me
Taking me on the road with you
Showing me the finer things in life
Thank you
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones
Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
That muthafucker is crazy (Petey Pablo than gone crazy)
That nigga than lost his mind
(Naw I ain't dog I'm just tripping man?)
That's what I do man I have fun
Jive put me on there label because they knew
Barry white seen the vision you understand
And he believed in me man and I really appreciate it...
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my Air Force Ones
Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot
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13. _ Get On Dis Motorcycle
AH!
(*Females voices humming*)
[Petey Pablo - talking]
Why'all ready ..
Why'all ready ..
Why'all ready ..
[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo]
One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina, put this whole shit
On the map
Went back got two states, why'all crammed way to the back
And brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)
Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the Army
I was a bad motherfucker, slightly retarded
Mentally institutionalized, since the '85
Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't blow down)
Look at me now, holdin it down
Doin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)
I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the president
And reppin both states (back here in Carolina)
Where the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)
His flow is incredible, style is bananas
I just want to go to the Grammy's and I don't care if I win
Just to say I've been god dammit (god dammit)
[Chorus: x2]
Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And that way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready)
Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And get your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready)
(*motorcycle engine*)
[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home, lay in a - screen doors
Car in the back yard, dog chain tied up
Ain't drove it in years, sittin on nothin
Spit crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord, with house speakers
Bag, phone and beeper, corduroys and sneakers
Pit Spike Lee's and them shell toe Adidas
You don't know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)
Real definition of the greasy, grimy and gritty
You really fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga
Always lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin
I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your business
I'm already to get it, cause I don't be bullshittin
I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin
I'm a blow up in this motherfucker
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up
85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me drive
Left off from LaGrange, passin through Squattenburg
On the way to High Point and my speech startin to slur
Better tell these sons of bitches, boy to move won't allow for me
To stop and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scout
It was just a little bump, shit you dented my Ferrari
Don't call the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorry
All we have done in the name of the south
Gave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" about
But I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivin
That fuckin school bus, know that Bubba still strivin
I want me a label, want me a mansion
Timmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to me
Rest assure though, the day is approachin
When these old country boys ain't just playin, they coachin
[Petey Pablo - talking]
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Why'all ready, get on dis motorcycle
(*motorcycle engine*),
why'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Why'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle (*motorcycle engine*)
HEYYY!
[Chorus: x2]
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14. _ Break Me Off
Man, you see that? Yeah
Every time they come right here with all them big cars
We can't get nothin', I don't like that
I don't like that at all
Got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
Well you talk a lotta trash, let me ask where yo' mans
Damn, where you from, outta town or where you stay?
Well, I got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the sweet game you playin'
Girl, ain't no ball playin' goin' on 'round here
Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle
To get every boys on the brother Tim?
Why you fuckin' with him? He gone have you shame of yourself
Out on a limb, too far to call help
I ain't hatin' on him, I just heard it, heard from him
He heard it from him, so he must have done it to them
Wait a cotton pickin' minute, naw, y'all gone 'head
Get in the bed, hike up ya legs, give him some head
Girl, play to win, work until the dick fall dead
I'm just hopin' I can get a chance to poke it myself
Yeah, fo' shizzle, Mrs. Thizzle
My pager number 877 for Petey Pizzle
Got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
Well you talk a lotta trash, let me ask where yo' mans
Damn, where you from, outta town or where you stay?
Well, I got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the sweet game you playin'
Girl, ain't no ball playin' goin' on 'round here
My man at the crib, nigga, what the deal?
Look but don't feel, come on, man, I came to kill
I think you oughta chill 'cause you on them X pills
In Zeffer hills an' make my titties look like the hills
Beg if you will, like artist with no deals
My ass give him chills like a slut in high hills
My body is a meal like fries in the ville
Now playa, looka here, ain't nothin' goin' in my rear
My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear
Now can't you tear my underwear like apple an' pears
Oh yeah? Oh yeah, fo' sheezy my neezy
7793 go 'head, hit me when you need me
Got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
Well you talk a lotta trash, let me ask where yo' mans
Damn, where you from, outta town or where you stay?
Well, I got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the sweet game you playin'
Girl, ain't no ball playin' goin' on 'round here
Girl, I got a half a pound of reffer, a thousand geeker pops
Call up all yo' homegirls, see if they can come out
See if they'll show out, freek-a-leek or somethin'
See if they can be-bounce over these speed be-bumps
Make her blow her back door down
Make her scream loud like on 'Girls Gone Wild'
Breaker break it down, turn it around
I'm tryin' to throw a hooker hip out
Make her stick her tongue out, now sit down
Ain't but one helicopter pilot in this chopper now
Show her what the chopper's about, you in Petey's house
T-t-turn around, make a right, get the hell out
Got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
Well you talk a lotta trash, let me ask where yo' mans
Damn, where you from, outta town or where you stay?
Well, I got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the sweet game you playin'
Girl, ain't no ball playin' goin' on 'round here
Got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
Well you talk a lotta trash, let me ask where yo' mans
Damn, where you from, outta town or where you stay?
Well, I got myself some new funk
An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the sweet game you playin'
Girl, ain't no ball playin' goin' on 'round here
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15. _ Freek-A-Leek Remix - Feat. Jermaine Dupri & Twista
PETEY PABLO - Freek-A-Leek (Remix)
(Feat. Jermaine Dupri & Twista)
yeah! Lil Jon! uh!
[Bridge:]
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Baby break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Can you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Baby break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)
[Jermaine Dupri]
one that's always thinkin of new shit
any place any time she wanna do it
keep her pumpin that "get krunk fluid"
never hesitate shorty get right to it
i know that it's her when my phone go ring
in three in the morning it's time to cut!
sometimes she like it soft but not as much as she like it when a nigga
straight beat it up
she don't care where i put it at
long as a put it back
deep down deep down in that putty cat
if u ain't never had a freek-a-leek in yo
life i suggest u get u one cuz ain't nothin
like a freek-a-leek!
[Chorus:]
FREAK-A-LEEK!
(How you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(How you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAK-A-LEEK!
Shonda
(How you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crystal
(How you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAK-A-LEEK!
Theresa
(How you like it daddy?) Felicia
Tenisha
(How you like it daddy?) Sha'von
FREAK-A-LEEK!
Monica
(How you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(How you like it daddy?) Yolanda
[Twista]
girl i love how u clap dat ass
the way ya booty cheeks move around when i tap that ass
she t'work it so slow she gon stack some cash
poppin it quick askin me twista how u rap dat fast?
wanna spit like dis cuz it is i from the chi
wanna get that booty up in the bed thighs open wide
everytime she speak she tell me how her throat go deep
and how she a freek-a-leek so i kept my eyes on the prize
shorty work dat, t'work dat guh,
pump back show me how u cut back guh
suck dat luv it how u take dat guh
show lil jon and petey pab how u shake dat stuff
never be trippin she cuttin like it ain't nothin
an info maniac
always got fussin suckin and fuckin
she told me next time better be sure i bring the seguls
and she gon bring her guh and we can all have a threesome
[Chorus:]
FREAKALEEK!
(How you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(How you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
(How you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crystal
(How you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
(How you like it daddy?) Felicia
Tenisha
(How you like it daddy?) Sha'von
FREAKALEEK!
Monica
(How you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(How you like it daddy?) Yolanda
[Petey Pablo]
u ain't never had a freak like dis
dat do all the tricks
and could do wat she do to a dick
take mouthfuls supurb that'll make u sick
can't imagine who the fuck would talk wit her all this shit
everybody wanna kno who the hot chick is
i was wit in the video wit the blue outfit
i don't kno wat to tell a nigga tryin how to find a bitch
i might try to find a ho myself
how u love that there?
i keep em all to self
i don't like to share
unless they determine that they into that
being the man i am imma let them help they self
and jus hope that i live to tell it
i'm good for that!
every now and then it's good to reflect
and think back to the hot cocks that u done hit or u done licked
and that nigga say he ain't did it
he lying mafuckin son of a bitch! haha!
[Chorus:]
FREAKALEEK!
(How you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(How you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
(How you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crysta
(How you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
(How you like it daddy?) Felicia
Tenisha
(How you like it daddy?) Sha'von
FREAKALEEK!
Monica
(How you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(How you like it daddy?) Yolanda
[Bridge:] [2x]
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Baby break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)
(How you like it daddy?)
Would you do it from the front?
(How you like it daddy?)
Can you take it from the back?
(How you like it daddy?)
Baby break it down like that!
(How you like it daddy?)
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16. _ U Don't Want Dat
I'ma tell y'all niggas like this shit right
Its 2003 my nigga
All that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga, ah
Man niggas ain't with that shit my nigga
I don't play that shit no more man
As soon as a nigga start talking that shit
Man, you on the floor son
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Watch a nigga get sword on, for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on, for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out, for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out, for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga you don't want none
You don't want none bitch you don't want none
You don't want none nigga you don't want none
You don't want none bitch you don't want none
You don't like me, yeah
I don't like you, yeah
You want to fight me, yeah
I want to fight you, yeah
Put your hands up, nigga
Put your hands up, bitch
Put your hands up, hoe
Put your hands up, trick
Fuck these rental cars
They don't run shit
Who run this shit
We run this bitch
Put your hands up, nigga
Put your hands up, bitch
Put your hands up, hoe
Put your hands, trick
My back ain't dead, yeah
My lip ain't swoll, yeah
My head ain't bust, yeah
My nuts ain't grey, yeah
Put your hands up nigga
Put your hands up bitch
Put your hands up hoe
Put your hands up trick
I'm from a small town called woop a niggas ass
And I mean well woop a nigga ass
I mean well beat a bitch to death
And I mean well came all the way there
Taka nigga down a dirt path to a junk yard where it stankin' at, aha
Put his ass in a plastic bag, but just a home where you blast him at
I'm talkin' bout
Tie it up with a shoe string, and a picture hook stuck in the thang
Layin' on empty cans and recylin' bags with some bitchass gatorade
I own a switchblade
Well cut butter to put in tha damn microwave
Better get you a sharpener baby, 'cause that thang only gonna get me aggrivated
You look hard
But you really soft, you cotton soft
You try to make me mad, mad
But you just piss me off, you piss me off
Shit I ain't scared of you nigga
And I ain't scared of them hoes
And I definitely ain't scared of that tank t-shirt ass nigga thankin he swoe
[lil john:]
Watch a nigga get sword on, for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on, for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out, for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out, for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga you don't want none
You don't want none bitch you don't want none
You don't want none nigga you don't want none
You don't want none bitch you don't want none
[petey pablo:]
I don't blame you, yeah
I blame your mammy bitch, yeah
She should't of fucked your daddy, yeah
She shoulda sucked the dick, yeah
Yous a punk boy, yeah
A fuck boy, yeah
You like it in the ass, yeah
With something real hard, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
[petey pablo:]
Swear to god motherfucker we be slayin em up
Have one of these niggas, I tear him up ....have women eatin niggas
Havin him sayin that country boy was bad as fuck
Came hit him with a heater, ain't have to bust
Take the bullets from a gun nigga, add them up
Put them right back in it before I put it up ?
I'm saying this game ain't changing much
Still the same motherfuckers used to sell the drugs
Them same ones
That used to come to the club see a nigga leave a nigga in a thang of blood
In a car with a browd when the police come
Gone...before they find out what the hell itwas fo
Dead wrong, you don't hear me tho ?
But it ain't nothing that nigga ain't done before
It ain't nothing thata nigga won't try again
But are'member, that suckas already killed a man ?
Gone craig, gone craig
Still froggin and go ahead and leap but when you jump over here, jump over here
Try and remember what the fuck I said, 'cause I mean
[lil john:]
Watch a nigga get sword on, for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on, for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out, for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out, for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga you don't want none
You don't want none bitch you don't want none
You don't want none nigga you don't want none
You don't want none bitch you don't want none
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17. _ Freek-A-Leek
* first single; send corrections to the typist
[Intro]
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Lets take some calls from the request line, caller number 1
[Caller number 1]
Hey man what's up this Dominque from shade-n-low trailer park
[DJ Petey Pablo]
What's up Dominque
[Caller number 1]
I want to hear that song from Lil' John and Petey Pablo
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Aight, I got that coming right up for ya
Now shout out the radio station that gave ya what ya wanted
[Caller number 1]
W boom boom beat baby
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How you like it daddy (Would ya do it from the front?)
How you like it daddy (Would ya take it from the back?)
How you like it daddy (Gonna break it down like that)
[Verse 1]
Twenty-four, thirty-four, forty-six
Good and thick and what you give her she'll work wit' it (she'll work wit' it)
Pretty face and some cute lips
Earing in her tongue and she know what to do with it (know what to do wit' it)
Made a name for herself and she do her shit well and know how
to keep her business to herself
Come over anytime nigga call check
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock (ding dong) and she right there
And she know why she came here
And she know where clothes suppose to be (off and over there)
Sniff a lil' coke, take a lil' x, smoke a lil' weed, drink a lil' bit
I need a girl I could freak wit' (freak wit')
And want to try shit and ain't scared of a big dick (big dick)
And love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch
Cause I ain't drunk enough to do that shit
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Freek-a-leek
(How you like it daddy) Shamika, Kiesha, Tara (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Shawna, Sabrina, Crystal, Derhonda (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Lisa, Felicia, Tonisha, Shavon (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Monica, Monique, Christina, Yolonda
[Verse 2]
I need to know a whole lot
That could teach me broad
Need a ding dong stick a tongue and take her to ball
I had to gon' head do that for her
I'm spoiled and I don't like to work that hard
I like to lay back relax and enjoy my turn
Til my eyes roll back and my toes curl
I love when do that girl
Til it come time for me to give her hers
Tell me what you want
Do want it missonary with your feet cramed to the head board
Do want it from the back with your face
in the pillow so you could yell as loud as you want to
Do you want it on the floor, do want it in the chair
do you want it over here, do want it over there
Do you want it in your pussy, do you want it in your ass
(I could give you anything you can handle)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Freek-a-leek
(How you like it daddy) Shamika, Kiesha, Tara (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Shawna, Sabrina, Crystal, Derhonda (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Lisa, Felicia, Tonisha, Shavon (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Monica, Monique, Christina, Yolonda
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How you like it daddy (Would ya do it from the front?)
How you like it daddy (Would ya take it from the back?)
How you like it daddy (Gonna break it down like that)
[Caller number 1]
Hey I appreciate that homeboy
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Not a problem, you know I do it cause I love ya
Now I got to give a shout out to Seagram's gin
Cause I drink it, and they payin for it
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Freek-a-leek
(How you like it daddy) Shamika, Kiesha, Tara (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Shawna, Sabrina, Crystal, Derhonda (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Lisa, Felicia, Tonisha, Shavon (freek-a-leek)
(How you like it daddy) Monica, Monique, Christina, Yolonda
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18. _ Did You Miss Me
Oh yeah
Birdman
Prrrrrrr
Yeah
North Carceezy!
Oh yeah
Cash Money ha
Yeah
Get the money baby
Get this money baby
TQueezy!
It's Birdman baby
Freezy you did the damn thing boy
[Petey Pablo comes in]
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Holla at ya boy, Birdman!
Prrrrrrrrrr
Oh yeah
Uh huh
[Baby]
Ay ay
See I came around early
It was me and Ms Birdy
It ain't nothing to a pimp
It ain't nothing to a baller
Worldwide hustling known shot caller
[TQ]
Yeah yeah
When I came through dippin'
In the Bird Benz
With the Birdman and some Bird friends
I got big wheels
And every time I'm in the club it's a big deal
[Baby]
Mama on everything (oh yeah)
God bless the day and the 20 inches
Came around the corner with the slab on rags (alright)
Think about my dad and the shit we had
[TQ]
Ooh Lord, I remember yesterday
Trippin' hittin switches in a white on white tray
Caught a Bird with the Bird the very next day
Down to Carolina where is Petey
[Petey Pablo]
I tried to tell ya'll
It about to happen
Ayo Baby
How we're gonna have the Birdman and the Helicopter
Man on the same track
Yo Mannie, you cut the fool on this track
TQ, I see you boy
You out from West Coast to New Orleans and North
Carolina
Give a fuck what them New Orlean do
You know how I do
Mashin on 22's
I got a caddy to it
And a jag and a Benz and a corvette
Just like baseball ?bit?
I'm on deck ballin cat
All ya'll should call me that
Took mine, dip mine
Trippled the stack
Who's fucking with that
Carolina, Cash Money
Man, Mannie what you do to this track
TQ, Bird, Petey on the same jam
I'll be GOD DAMNed! It's on now!
And I don't expect you to understand
And this is for grown man
You standing on some dangerous land
And this time I got a master plan
I got a man with papers to handle the pistols
So I don't have to tj-tj-tj-tj
I done had it up to here with this shit
Take this track to the label
Here's your single bitch!
[Petey Pablo (Baby)]
(Petey Pablo baby!) ?all the time, boy
(Birdman!)
(Cash Money number 1!) You know ?
(C'mon) see'mon
(Mannie Freezy!) Show em how to do the time, Baby
(Prrrrr) Birdman, Helicopter Man, oh
Boy is crazy, boy
North Carolina to New Orleans, baby
[Petey Pablo]
We got some questions of my home town
While I was gone working on this album
Racking my brain going through all types of problems
'Cause the world would never get passed the first
Single I dropped
The whole album was hot
Bottom to the top
And this time I'm giving ya'll a whole enchilada
Rappin hard I went back to the drawing board
Got me a sharper sword
Jumped on the right horse
Good Lord!
It ain't a game anymore
It's a rain forrest of wack shit and I don't want no
Part to it
I done built me a fort I'm prepared for it
If the boat do sink, dawg, I won't on it
I was on the damn flight to New Orleans
And do a song with Souljah from Magnolia
Holla if you hear me
And I ain't dis, trip, flip script on none of my
Homies
It's Carolina till I die, whody!
[Petey Pablo (Baby)]
Yeah!
What ya'll gotta say about that there
Birdman
You better told em (Petey Pablo, baby!)
I told em (Petey Queezy be!)
Oh Lord (North Carceezy and ?Bird Beezy?, baby)
(NO and NC, baby)
(We doin it real real real big)
(So so so fly)
[TQ]
We fly, Baby
We fly
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