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off tha chain (bonus track) - petey pablo lyrics

[intro]
yeah, baby
it’s your man
everybody running ’round, wanna know where petey at
petey right here, baby
yo, don, what up?
told you, man
any time a n*gga get in the studio and just jump on the track and just let loose
kurupt, yo, j, y’all better let ’em know, sh*t
it’s going down
i mean, last year, year before last, this year, it’s a wrap
godd*mn it
y’all motherf*ckers f*ckin’ with me?
you been f*ckin’ with me too long
come on
[chorus]
sick n*gga, set tripper, b*tch go*getter
quick to sn*tch a b*tch up off the n*gga that’s with her
if that’s really your chick, you need to sit with her
these n*ggas off the chain
sick n*gga, set tripper, b*tch go*getter
quick to sn*tch a b*tch up off the n*gga that’s with her
if that’s really your chick, you need to sit with her
these n*ggas off the chain, off the chain

[verse 1]
sick as a sumb*tch, i’m hard as a dope d*ck
my mind on some mud sh*t, you know i’m a convict
quick to sn*tch a b*tch, any b*tch
that want to ride on these seats in this cadillac
key sb, holmes
sittin’ on twenty*fours, bumpin’ my own song
f*ck it, might as well, huh?
all that’s missing is a missus, bad chick with big tits willin’ to put her head on it
feds on me, followin’ my car like i done done somethin’ all because i run with the big homies
big homie told me log in my paperwork, they finna lay a hand on me
i’m out of control, sick from the top of my head to the soles of my air force 1s
i really bang, but i don’t mean west coast bang
’cause these n*ggas off the chain

[chorus]
sick n*gga, set tripper, b*tch go*getter
quick to sn*tch a b*tch up off the n*gga that’s with her
if that’s really your chick, you need to sit with her
these n*ggas off the chain
sick n*gga, set tripper, b*tch go*getter
quick to sn*tch a b*tch up off the n*gga that’s with her
if that’s really your chick, you need to sit with her
these n*ggas off the chain, off the chain
[verse 2]
let me tell you motherf*ckers what it’s hittin’ for
i’m comin’ in this motherf*cker with a nickel on it
ain’t have nothing to say when the nickel exploding
handle unloading, hittin’ n*ggas backwards and forwards
i’m up even when i’m down
try to test me, i’ll ditch your chest in
young frank, james, and jesse
you pathetic f*ckin’ with n*ggas that’s soft for the chippin’
poppin’ the sh*lls and droppin’ out, berettas are spittin’
tired of n*ggas, tired of these b*tches and pigeons
pippin’ the kitchen, you start frickin’ seein’ them chickens
good in the heezy, sippin’ on a fifty of the henny
fly as a sparrow, towel, i’m jettin’ through the air like an apple
i’m a crocodile modern day
genovese, holloway
pull the k and let it spray
this is what i have to say
long as the gang keep poppin’, homie
poppin’ for me
you ain’t gon’ stop me, homie
i’m a

[chorus]
sick n*gga, set tripper, b*tch go*getter
quick to sn*tch a b*tch up off the n*gga that’s with her
if that’s really your chick, you need to sit with her
these n*ggas off the chain
[verse 3]
so you like s*x
mm, i love s*x
do your p*ssy get wet?
my p*ssy get real wet
have you ever gave neck?
yeah, i done done that
have you ever tried that?
i’m a master at it
so you like s*x
mm, i love s*x
do your p*ssy get wet?
my p*ssy get real wet
have you ever gave neck?
yeah, i done done that
have you ever tried that?
i’m a master at it
i done ran with the best of ’em and ran through the rest of ’em
take a couple down today, then rest up
if you think i’m playin’, you want, you can bet somethin’
take the bet light on yourself, don’t bet too much
i been known to leave a n*gga homeless, homie
nasty motherf*cker, i don’t give a f*ck
finna put it up, i’m a hustler, phony
got some dust on my nuts, could you blow it off for me?

- petey pablo lyrics

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