Let's Roc - Petey Pablo

This, is a Petey Pizzle, Productshizzle

Thank you man

Let’s Roc, let’s roll, squad up

(Squad Up, Squad Up)

Let’s Roc, let’s roll, squad up

(Squad Up, Squad Up)

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 fuck 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

Fuckin 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)

Let’s Roc, let’s roll, squad up

(Squad Up, Squad Up)

Let’s Roc, let’s roll, squad up

(Squad Up, Squad Up)

Still off the chain, still in the game

I gotta hear you say (Petey Pab Motherfucka!)

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 nigga 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, motherfucker 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 fuckin man round here (Sound Off)

Let’s Roc, let’s roll, squad up

(Squad Up, Squad Up)

Let’s Roc, let’s roll, squad up

(Squad Up, Squad Up)

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 bitches 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!)