(feat. Missy Elliott)



[Petey Pablo]

Man you see that

Everytime they with all them big cars, we can't get nothin

I don't like that, I don't like that at all



[Chorus]

I got myself some new funk

And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said

Well you got a lot of cash let me ask where yo maims

Damn where you fro out of town or where you stay

I got myself some new funk

And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said

You should play ball with the sweet game you play

Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here



[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]

Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle

To get every boy on his, brother Tim

Why you fuckin with him, he gone have you shame of yourself

Out on a limb and to far, to call help

I ain't hatin on him, I just heard it heard from him

He heard it from him, so he must have done it to them

Wait a cotton-pickin minute (Naw) y'all gone head

Get in the bed, hike up ya legs, give him some head

Girl play to win, work until the dick fall dead

I'm just hopin, I can get a chance to poke it myself

Yeah, for shizzle Mrs, Thizzle

My pager number (877 for Petey Pizzle)



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]

My man at the crib, nigga what the deal

Look but don't feel, come on man I came to kill

I think you wanna chill, cause you on the X pills

In Zeffer hills, and make my titties look like the hills

Beg if you will, like I ain't gettin no deal

My ass give him chills, like a slut in high hills

My body is a meal, like fries in the ville

Now playa look at here, ain't nothin goin in my rear

My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear

Now can't you tear my underwear like apple and pears

(Oh Yeah!) Oh yeah sheezy my neezy

7793 come on hit me when you need me



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[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]

Girl I got a half a pund of reffer, a thousand geeker pops

Call up all yo homegirls, see if they can come out

See if they'll show out, Freek-a-leek or somethin

See if they can boun-bounce over these speed bump-bumps

Make her blow the backdoor down

Make her scream loud (AHHH!)

Like on Girls Gone Wild, breaker break it down, turn it around

(ha - ha - ha) I'm tryin to throw a hooker hip out

Make her stick her tongue out (?) now sit down

Aint but one helicopter pilot in this chopper now

Show her what the chopper's about, you in Petey's house

Tu-tu-turn around, make a right and get the hell out



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