Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you today
The new album from Petey Pablo, "Still Writing in My Diary: The 2nd Entry"
The boy hot now; he been gone for a little while, had a little vacation, enjoyin life
But thats what youre supposed to do when you get there: enjoy your life
Ynawmean, cause this aint promised to us tomorrow, we can lose this shit tonight
Ya understand what Im sayin
but this young man that Im bringin before you today, has done it all
Hes been at the lowest of the low, hes been at the top of the world
And he still remains grounded, thats a trill nigga, street cat
A fine young man, and Im very proud to
be able to say that I even know the young fellow
But without further ado, because I know youve been waitin
Still writin in his diary, the 2nd entry
My mama said, "Can you give her 3 dollars for a 5 dollar book of food stamps
so she can get her some cigarettes?" (laughs)
Ya see, I go through some shit called voice exercisin
When I go in the booth, and I go in there
and I just lay a hook now n then, know what Im sayin
Like this shit right here
Time to take them shirts off again (put em back up in the air)
Represent, represent (put em back up in the air)
I really need you to mean it, mean it, mean it (put em back up in the air)
Start up that South shit again (put em back up in the air)
What you want this time, more fire?
Your problem, I got it (I got it)
Yall better be ready to call the motherfuckin firetruck
to come up in this bitch an put me out (yeah, yeah)
Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin it down (I brought this fire, baby)
Stronger than weve ever been baby boy
yall in trouble now (now now now now now now)
If yall aint ready (ready), better find your door
its time to go and yall gotta get out
All up in the wheels and under your heels
and let the best thing to roll you out
If you been there, I aint got to talk to you about it
It dont get more gangsta, gangsta than it gets in this South
Got another rake, got another lawn mower, got another hoe
A brand new weed wacker, with diamonds on the top where you hold
Got a water hose, anything you want it up on
Carolina (?) painted float to go with my post
I be out there in that water round them rich white folks
And caught me fishin, but guess what, dog, I look good in that boat
Im just as country as the day I was born, I love it
Change my name for me (Mmmmmm mmmmmm P-P-Petey Pablo, ?)
Bob your head, get your thang off, show yourself
Look around ya boy, if that aint there the South at its best
We run this shit here, all this shit here, nigga, look at me man
Your Jack aint why you should be worried, its the Ace in my hand
Im sellin this song out to everybody that took the time when I aint got my shit
Record store, bootleg, under hung and everywhere that my CD is at
I take my hat off, if it werent for yall, I wouldnt be nothin at all
And Carolina would still be two states, yall motherfuckers used this to drive across
Do you see anything on my goddamn face that look like Im playin?
Have I said anything tonight, that yall motherfuckin niggaz aint understand?
That I leave when I had a reason, talk to me man!
Naw I stayed, cause this where I was born and raised
(And I) I swear on everything I love
Ima do my best to keep doin it for us
And I dont need a gold on a black to black
just some down at home country love (country love)
I dont ask for much (huuuuuh huuuuhhh)
thats enough to keep my heart in the court (huuuuuh huuuuhhh)
Tell the truth, its really messin me up
to see all yall niggaz still raisin up (ooooooooooh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put em back up in the air
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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