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 ***** in here tryin' best to ***k with Petey hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Lil' bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'

I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag now tell me
I ain't a Macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone
Petey Petey the ***** beater I suck 'em, ***k 'em, send 'em home

I gets my thug on, weekends, I get me club on, we in
So many 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, it's the gitchie from the gitchie bar
It's really a ***tie bar but I ain't got no license for it
I got the what they want plenty H, plenty O
Plenty guns, plenty bows mother***ker chew ya road

You ain't never seen this before
But when this **** drop, all she wrote
International playa D-D-Deah you 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 y'all ain't ready

I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
***** I'm a jumpin' ***
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 ***
Y'all *****s gon' understand why *****s don't wanna drop **** this year
Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is

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

I'm the quicker picker-upper crazy soda can crusher
River, rock path, mobile home country mother***ker
Rep the dirty like a car commercial you ain't heard it pitchin'
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky ****

Tr-tr-trash talkin' som' *****, trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at
Petey Pab got a bag of vats and a gat if it come to that
So *****-***** don't act like that, playin'
Get a ***** smacked like that, I'm sayin'
Get a ***** wig pushed back, damn Timbaland where ya at

In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn
Granddad in the field pickin' beans and corn-corn
Mama never saw that a star was born-born
Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn

I said it's hot as hell a ***** need some lemonade
Bump it it's 2000 a ***** needs some Minute Maid
Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
***** you better pay attention what the hook say

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 uh

KMI was a bullfrog