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So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin'

Lil' bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
Tr-tr-trash talkin' som' bitch, trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at
I, got them girls, got them thangs
I, got them girls, got them thangs
I, got them girls, got them thangs
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I said
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I said
Got them guns, got them stunts, uh uh
P-p-pardon me dog, it's the gitchie from the gitchie bar

Rims spinnin', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
Fist stomp I know you mad but ain't too much you can do 'bout that
Plenty guns, plenty bows motherfucker chew ya road
I, got them girls, got them thangs

Rep the dirty like a car commercial you ain't heard it pitchin'
Now y'all ain't ready
Now watch me ball, da-dunna-dunna
Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say
Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass
In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn

I, got them girls, got them thangs

Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm sayin'
Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey I, Petey I
Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
I, got them girls, got them thangs

It's really a tittie bar but I ain't got no license for it
So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I said
I, got them girls, got them thangs
I, got them girls, got them thangs
You ain't never seen this before
Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year
I said it's hot as hell a nigga need some lemonade

Granddad in the field pickin' beans and corn-corn
I'm the quicker picker-upper crazy soda can crusher

Man we did it again

I, got them girls, got them thangs
I, got them girls, got them thangs
But when this shit drop, all she wrote
Petey Petey the pussy beater I suck 'em, fuck 'em, send 'em home
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Get a nigga wig pushed back, damn Timbaland where ya at
Mama never saw that a star was born-born
I, got them girls, got them thangs

I got a different role, different stroll
Got them guns, got them stunts uh
Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
I, got them girls, got them thangs
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I said
Bump it it's 2000 a nigga needs some Minute Maid
I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
All they want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo
Still rockin' with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh

Petey Pab got a bag of vats and a gat if it come to that
Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I said
Got them guns, got them stunts uh
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky shit
I gets my thug on, weekends, I get me club on, we in

Got them stunts uh, I said
Still reppin' for convicts in Sing-sing to Burgaw

Got them stunts uh, I said
I got the what they want plenty H, plenty O
Got them guns, got them stunts uh, I said
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Still in the plastic bag now tell me
'Cause I'll make 'em stop the track tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass
Got them stunts uh, I said
International playa D-D-Deah you go
I ain't a Macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone
Every time we hit 'em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna

You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
River, rock path, mobile home country motherfucker
Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to fuck with Petey hoes