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Petey Pablo - O It's On (featuring Young Buck) Lyrics
Intro (Petey Pablo & Young Buck)
P.B. Cuz
Y.B. Whassup n****
P.B. If a muthaf**ka would have told me years ago
That the game today would be so f**ked up
Y.B. Common holla at cha boi
P.B. That these muthaf**kin' n****s be runnin' around here actin' mo B****y- fied
Y.B. B**** n****s
P.B. (?)
Y.B. I see these n****s man
P.B. hehe.. Lord this shit crazy then a muthaf**ka, but u know what, tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
Y.B. Ey yo speak on that shit!
Verse 1 (Petey Pablo)
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin' that ass hole
Throwin' the crooked finger d*** ridin' the west coast
Them some real soldiers
Y'all son of B****es, fonies
I called it like I called it
Think I'm wrong, step forward
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin' now that 50 got on
Quit fantisizing bout that man life, and live yo own
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
Probaly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonite we're getting' closure, I'm pointin' out folks
Pullin' n****z cards, exposin' what ya hold
I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more
Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest I had to get off
You can't judge a muthaf**kin' book by it's cover
But i can spot a B**** a mile away
Pardon me brotha
Chorus
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all (Here I go!) the B****es oh it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, (Get em Buck!!) Give em some, muthaf**ka
Verse 2 (Young Buck)
These n****z catchin' feelings
They ain't men they women
And he gay cuz he wit em and he trying to defend em
So I say we should expose these hoes
I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows
O it's on now (on now) Yeah I can cummon down
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer
I swear it make no sound
A 4.5 caliber with some bullets that so round
50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
Petey you need me n**** just holla and I got ya
Throw on some Frank Sinatra and order me some pasta
They f**kin' with some mobstas
See we can get it done, and I bet you at his funeral
Nobody gon come
I ain't here to be beefin' wit no n**** to get a name
If you pu**ie and show yo panties, I'm pullin' out my thang
Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semi-automatics
You n****s in trouble
Buck and Petey back at it it's on n****
Chorus
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, get ya some, muthaf**ka
(Bridge)
Bend that B**** right there wit all ya might
If he say, anything in here tonight, u don't like!
Bend that B**** right there wit all ya might
If he say, anything in here tonight, u don't like!
Verse 3 (Petey Pablo)
If you jump off in the club it's a jump off in the club
She can tow up just get toed up like i give a good Buck
All the champagne i don bought B**** I done paid for this chair that I'm fittin' to take and break across this zombies head look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (ATTEN-CHUN!) that's on everything i love to drop dead (B**** I ain't never scared!)
F**kin' round get a main artery cut in half
Blood gushin' out the side of ur neck bleedin' to death
Needin' a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man
It's getting' crucial out here n you takin' this shit for granted
P**** punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot
Blowpop suckin ass,juicy fruity crooked man
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
Backstabbin motherf**kin' crabs in a barell
I can't stand em, but I bet I can handle em
Chorus
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, get ya some, muthaf**ka
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the B****es
O it's on, get at me, B**** I'm gon slap the shit
Whachu want, Drag, get ya some, muthaf**ka
