I Told Y'all

I Told Y'all

Petey Pablo

(yeah...)
(heh...)
(hah...)
(Petey, Pab-lo)
(mmm...)
{Hook} (Petey singing) [Petey rapping]
I told Y'ALL (I told Y'ALL)
It was 'bout to happen, but Y'ALL wouldn't listen to me
(I told Y'ALL) Now you see it's poppin' off
Got you in he club, dancin' your a** off
(I told Y'ALL) Break it down Break it down for me
Break it down Break it down Break it down for me
(I told Y'ALL) Break it down for me
[Verse 1]
If Y'ALL ready get your lighter and put your fire in the air
'Bout to blow this up (oh yeah)
(Is it?) It's on now
Petey Pab' done graduated
Broke 'em loose
Shook 'em off
Twist the game
(Chooga Chooga Chooga Chooga) train comin'
Full speed!
ain't nothin' stoppin' this muh'f***a
Puttin' it down (Ch- Chooga Chooga Chang)
In my hometown (My n****s keep pickin' me up)
I got it rockin' at the show
All year a motherf***er stompin' in the flo' (boom boom)
Losing control! (eyes closed)
Hands up (bob in the dome)
And you can call it what you want to (if you wanna)
But you better keep your eyes on it
I done told ya over and over
I don't feel like talkin' no more
It's about to go down (Just like I told ya)
[Hook]
Move over
Makin 'em diesel
Fueled up
Jesus
Mmwaaa!
Clear the road
Block it off
Hold it back
Make a path for it
I'm a creeper
Carolina street sweeper
My brother keep her
You better believe her
Good as a bag of Afghanistan reefer
I can't f*** wit me and Y'ALL can't neither
(Hear me rap) You'll need bulletproof speakers
(My impact) Will kill 79 people
(Hah) The levels start to jumpin' on the needle
Then sparks start to shootin' out the speakers
DJ just just can't catch the needle
Clubs call the beaver for the flavor of the Petey
[Hook]
When they ask me where I'm from I say
Greenville, and Raleigh
Durham, Chapel Hill, Greensboro, Charlotte
Fairfield, Rocky Mount, and Tarboro
Pine Tops, Lil' Washington, Farmville
New Bern, Kinston, Snow Hill, Falkland
Please don't get me started
I could call 'em out til' tomorrow
Carolina's list alone is 16 malls
I'm bout to make a role call
Calling all out COULD TIMBALAND PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE!
You can't miss kickoff
Watchin' these n****s get they s*** off
Sending adrenaline rush through the whole park
Dust to dawn
From the club to the barn
Port to port
(N****!) From yard to yard
I done brought it from the far beyond
Stated claim
Got a name, got it painted and framed
MOTHERF***ER!
[Hook] 2x
[ad libs until the end]

Written by MOSLEY, TIMOTHY / BARRETT, MOSES III
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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