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Petey Pablo( Moses Barrett III )
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Let's Roc
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Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
Dawg, you ain't had to worry 'bout us, we wasn't even thinkin' 'bout ya 'Til you went to flyin' out the mouth all cattacornered Where the fuck did Petey go, one-hit wonder, hell naw I just been out here up on this horse that I done jumped on
Enjoyin' myself a little bit 'cause I deserve it Before Saddam and ol' Sadonna Jones supposed to Get my ass in the Taliban bad ass it's over Fuckin' up some more planes my taxes pay for
Let me break it down for ya, everythang 'round here Got Carolina on it bitch, I'm in charge of it I don't care what shwaty said, security handle that Before we start to rearrangin' shit up here with his ass
Oh yeah, we can go there, I'm qualified for this here And certified, downtown, ready to stir it So before you start to, ease up a little on this here You gone hate it when I do that right there, right there
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
Still off the chain, still in the game I gotta hear you say it Petey Pab motherfucka That's right baby, two scoops of raisin' Half man and half amazin' もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
This time I got that purple in my haze, candy on my paint Rocks a little larger on the side of my face I'm the Mr.Carolina, chair board spokesman Hail to the King, thanks for your support
If any nigga out there feel that they just wanna kill they self To run up here and try to take what's mine, let 'em help they self I ain't got no greaps or gripes, you choose how you lose your life Gun bustin', knife cuttin', motherfucker fist fight me
Watch how Carolina wild out for they homeboy Some of them don't like me but they ain't gone let you hurt me You can bet that there on the left cheek of yo', ass I'm the fuckin' man 'round here, sound off
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
I rep for the prisons, I rap for the block All my nine to fivers out there workin' jobs I rep for single parents that don't need they baby daddy To buy them not nan pamper, show them punk bitches you can handle it
Chinese, Japanese, Portuguese, Hispanic Philippine, Dime piece, the white ones and the black ones Cherokee, Mix Breeds, over here to cross seas If y'all don't sound off I'm leavin', sweet Jesus
Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, squad up Let's roc, let's roll, squad up, knock that outta there
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