(feat. petey pablo). (pop a dom boo what c'mon). [petey pablo]. It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that. Let's take you back where the original tim the bird at?. I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack. Call rudy tell him hook us up a twenty sack. C'mon c'mon c'mon we ballin y'all. Where my cats think you feel me at?. Alla y'all and when we earn that. They finally let the dish and the pan. Then i start with some cash. Let me get to virginia (v-a) link up with timbaland. Now i'm bustin they ass. Now they callin me the incredible man. I'ma shit it sick like yeahhh. And there is one thing to understand. Y'all know what it is and petey is just what i am. Spit what i spit cause i don't give a damn. Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers. On some du-rag it's 'bout to be the all that is. New broad new day new cars new motherfuckin deal. Heyyyyyy. [chorus: petey pablo]. Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba. If y'all feel it let me hear you say. Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba. We lost the music selector. Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba. If y'all feel it let me hear you say. Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba. Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward. [timbaland]. Check me out in my black trans-am dippin on that man who that be?. Tim-ba-land now haters wanna get at me. Just because we three brothers dippin in the fly ride. He don't care though nigga we just three fly guys. All up in your local mall pickin all your local broads. Holla - if you wanna get into a local brawl. We the in-timidators y'all in-timidated. By our bling bling ring ring and i can't debate it. Lowriders (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches. As we pass by ya (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!. What y'all need to do is throw that shit up shit up. For the cool amigos with tequila in the gut. What y'all know about them southern girls with them big butts?. What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?. Yeah yeah - that's that southern hospitality. The come of the me the come of the pete. The come of the 'goo the come of the g. [chorus]. [magoo]. Mag spit it 'til i die fucker. You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker. Meanwhile mag in virginia in some house shoes watchin the news. Do my album when i'm ready tell my label to sue. If i got it i'ma get 'em it's cornered and sell some (?). From n-y to floater while i'm humpin your daughter. Stayin in the french quarter and listen to juvenile. I like that south shit all my niggaz is wild. You gotta come up with a new plan i'm sayin man. South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them. This week got outkast and no limit and eightball. Scarface ludacris and goodie mob uhh. We do it country cause we proud of this shit. All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick. I ain't a thug and i ain't tryna be. They tryna take my love man and it bothered me. [chorus - repeat 2x]