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[Petey Pablo] Man you see that Everytime they with all them big cars, we can't get nothin I don't like that, I don't like that at all [Chorus] I got myself some new funk And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said Well you got a lot of cash let me ask where yo maims Damn where you fro out of town or where you stay I got myself some new funk And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said You should play ball with the sweet game you play Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here [Verse 1 - Petey Pablo] Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle To get every boy on his, brother Tim Why you fuckin with him, he gone have you shame of yourself Out on a limb and to far, to call help I ain't hatin on him, I just heard it heard from him He heard it from him, so he must have done it to them Wait a cotton-pickin minute (Naw) y'all gone head Get in the bed, hike up ya legs, give him some head Girl play to win, work until the dick fall dead I'm just hopin, I can get a chance to poke it myself Letras de cancionesYeah, for shizzle Mrs, Thizzle My pager number (877 for Petey Pizzle) [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] My man at the crib, nigga what the deal Look but don't feel, come on man I came to kill I think you wanna chill, cause you on the X pills In Zeffer hills, and make my titties look like the hills Beg if you will, like I ain't gettin no deal My ass give him chills, like a slut in high hills My body is a meal, like fries in the ville Now playa look at here, ain't nothin goin in my rear My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear Now can't you tear my underwear like apple and pears (Oh Yeah!) Oh yeah sheezy my neezy 7793 come on hit me when you need me [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Petey Pablo] Girl I got a half a pund of reffer, a thousand geeker pops Call up all yo homegirls, see if they can come out See if they'll show out, Freek-a-leek or somethin See if they can boun-bounce over these speed bump-bumps Make her blow the backdoor down Make her scream loud (AHHH!) Like on Girls Gone Wild, breaker break it down, turn it around (ha - ha - ha) I'm tryin to throw a hooker hip out Make her stick her tongue out (?) now sit down Aint but one helicopter pilot in this chopper now Show her what the chopper's about, you in Petey's house Tu-tu-turn around, make a right and get the hell out [Chorus] From Letras Mania