White On Rice - Petey Pablo

Give me some white on white’s

And Slauson Swap Meet Pants

4x Pro Club for my back

And a baseball cap

Why do people love Petey Pab

Petey Pab give can give the party people what they want

I can hit em' high

I can hit em' low

I can hit em' with a hit and put em' on the floor

Every time I roll, I’m hitting trip four’s

So many trip four’s, you wanting to check the dice don’t ya'

Go head, go on

I don’t know how to say it homey

I just do what I do

Somehow it work out for me

I ain’t a preacher’s son, but I can preach a sermon

All you gotta do is know the word

See I know how to take a curb, without swerving

I let the car do the work

What don’t fit (don't fit)

Don’t force it

Just relax and let it go

I don’t rock the boat

Do me a favor

Back up, you’re standing too close

Stupid is as stupid does, Forest told Bubba

So if ya' love your bitch you better tell her that ya' love her

Keep your bitch off my dick cause I’m gonna fuck her

And if she bad enough I might fuck her with no rubber

Trying to put a baby in her stomach

I ain’t got kids and I can afford one

Bank account, really sitting on something

And now I’m on the West Coast, I lost track of the number

This here the jam for the summer

Every time you walk in the club the shit bumping

You hear the bass pumping (bump, bump, bump, bump)

Little Drummer Boy (rrrrrrrrrrr pump, pump, pump, pumping)

Sick nigga

Set trip a bitch a go getter

Way from Carolina how I get out here

Way out here

Man, I have no idea

But I sure do love this here

(Spanish speaking)