- Petey Pablo do DAT 歌詞
- Petey Pablo
- [Intro] Aiyyo check this verse out
My platinum chains, my big willy, my
Mercedes-Benz
Thats right? [laughing] [Verse 1]
Are you a gun busting *** ***? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)
Are you a ******* baggin ******? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your
Rolly on Not just any
Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.
Hey take ya car keys (Jingle Jingle) to ya class
E Big body be for your
CD- I mean,
DVD For ya
T.V in ya head beats, in ya back seat
Haha, yall think
Im mean Runnin round talking bout the ***** **t that you be talking bout
How you the drug game sold up and locked down
John Gotti got life and
Im sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the * ***** feds could buy it
You shouldnt be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters and
Techs and them
AK47s Illegal weapons you talking bout you snucked in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rappers steady getting robbed
I got two more verses for you (huh) this aint just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya [Hook]
I can write a song without ice, *******, and cars can you mutha ******as do dat? (DO DAT?!)
I can blaze a track without bustin a gat at a cat can you mutha ******as do dat? (DO DAT?!) [Chorus 2x]
Yoouuu gon have to change up all yo *******t in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin this
And they start to finding out what what rappin really is [Verse 2]
Verse 2, now that you know what the songs about
Yall probably cussin me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody like
Eskimo Rentin they jewelry from
Jacob and dont think we know
You got a platinum piece but your chain is plain white gold
After the video it got to go back to the store
Thats Crazy, talkin bout some *******t you dont own
Oughta be ashamed of yourself
Yo, dont they call that frontin, holmes?
You aint
Jigga, ******
Nor can you spin like
Puff And got a cash money deal
So whats your
Big Willy talk for?
I get so excited man, your track got me leapin
Then you start rhyming and (Yawn)
I get sleepy [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3]
Its a sad situation, record labels buggin out
Cuz they star artist done ran out of *******t to talk about (Whoa!)
Yeah thats crazy and you think about it baby
Only thing that changed in yo rhyme was ya date '2000'
Oh that *******t is hot, put that on the album
You heard it with my man kick that *******t (??)
Loud and proud, ****** swear he be throwin down
Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more mutha****** sound alikes!
Sound-a-like (Mobb Deep!)
Sound- a-like (Jay-Z!)
Sound-a-like (B.I.G.!)
And we dont need no more please! [Chorus]
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