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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
You ain't ready for me
Come on
You ain't ready for me
Come on
You ain't ready for me
Come on
You ain't ready for me
Come on
You ain't ready for me
Come on
You ain't ready for me
Come on
You ain't ready for me
Come on
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
You ain't ready for me
Come on
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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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