Petey Pablo - Let's Roc Lyrics

(Petey Pablo)

This, is a Petey Pizzle, Productshizzle
Thank you man

Chorus

Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)

(Verse 1)

Dawg, you ain't had to worry bout us, we wasn't even thinkin' bout ya til you went to flyin' out the mouth (all cattacornered)
Where the f*** did Petey go, (One-hit wonder) hell naw
I just been out here up on this horse that I done jumped on
Enjoyin' myself a little bit cause I deserve it
Befor Sadaam and ol Sadonna Jones supposed to
Get my ass I nthe Taliban bad ass it's over
F**kin' up some more planes my taxes pay for
Let me break it down for ya, everythang round here
Got Carolina on it bitch, I'm in charge of it
I don't care what shwaty said, security handle that
Before we start to rearrangin' shit up here with his ass
Oh yeah, we can go there, I'm qualified for this here
And certified, downtown, ready to stir it
So before you start to, ease up a little on this here
You gone hate it when I do that right there (Right There)

Chorus

Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)

(Verse 2)

Still off the chain, still in the game
I gotta hear you say (Petey Pab Motherf**ka!)
That's right baby, two scoops of raisins
Half man and half amazing
This time I got that purple in my haze, candy on my paint
Rocks a little larger on the side of my face
I'm the Mr.Carolina chairboard spokesman
Hail to the king (Thanks For Your Support)
If any n**** out there feel that they just wanna kill they self
To run up here and try to take what's mine
(Let Em Help They Self)

I ain't got no greaps or gripes, you choose how you lose your life

Gun bustin' knife cuttin' motherf**ker fist fight me
Watch how Carolina wild out for they homeboy
Some of them don't like me but they ain't gone let you hurt me

You can bet that there on the left cheek of yo ass
I'm the F**kin' man round here (Sound Off)

Chorus

Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)
Let's Roc, let's roll, squad up
(Squad Up, Squad Up)

(Verse 3)

I rep for the prisons, I rap for the block
All my nine to fivers out there workin' jobs
I rep for single parents that don't need they baby daddy
To buy them not nan pamper, show them punk b**ches you can handle it

Chinese, Japanese, Portugese, Hispanic
Phillipine, Dime piece , the white ones and the black ones
Cherokee, Mix Breeds, over here to cross seas
If y'all don't sound off I'm leavin' (Sweet Jesus!)

Chorus

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