Lyrics Petey Pablo

Petey Pablo

Holla at ya folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Chris what up

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Mike what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Yo, D what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Jermaine

Ya' know

When you can't talk about selling dope no more

Twenty-two's, Twenty-four's don't fit no more

And they realize, rocks ain't nothing but stones

Ten percent diamond, ninety Cubic Zirconia

The houses you televise, ain't your home

Cause to own it, you got to pay mortgage on it

When it's all over

Most of y'all ain't gonna have nothing to show

For what ya' had, cause ya' lost it all

Running round trying to play big dog

Keeping up with the Joneses

Dude, your paper ain't that long

Motherfuckers wanna hear a good song

Not how many cars ya' got parked in them White Folk's yard

That's why I can cut off, to cut back on

Jump slam off the same dude

Come back home

Hit the file cabinet, homeboy

Check my card, I been real since the day I was born

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Dave what up

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, White what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Yo, Rob what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Malique

I don't like him

He don't like me

We don't like each other

So now we got beef

Now I'm supposed to wait for good ass [?]

Telling the whole world how dude hurt my feelings

Please

I wish I would let the Game play me

You gotta problem, send your record sales to see me

You can meet me after the session, out in the street

And I can give ya' anything you need

I don't talk about nobody, to nobody

Mine discreet

Can't 106 & Park, talk the grief

Then ya' wonder who the clown supposed [?]

Tell the Engineer to go back and replay your lead

See, it's right there

Sixteen when they

Give ya' sixteen, take it from me

Handle it like ya' handle the streets

Said they was gansta'

Folk told me

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Tim what up

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Tate what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Yo, Jay what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Big Sean

No, I ain't went Jake yet on ya'

Still me

Still freak-a-leeking a freak

Still rock things give a polar bear locked knee's

Still push things [?]

[?]

Plenty a cheese

Spend it like I don't even need it

Like five G's a week, just on these

[?]

Try three-thousand pair of sneaks

Dude, holla' at me

And I can walk around turning up my nose at the beef

Wouldn't even care

How many thought I was mean

There's one thing, that ain't me

Holla' at your people

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Cam what up

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Joe what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Yo, Jack what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Big Ray

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Frank what up

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Holla at ya' folks

Yeah, Pete what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Yo, Will what up

Get at ya' people

Show em' you glad to see em'

Holla at ya' folks

Hey Dre