Petey Pablo – O It’s On

Petey Pablo – O It’s On Lyrics

Artist: Petey Pablo
Song: O It’s On

‘Cuz
Whassup n#gg#?
If a muthaf#cka would have told me years ago
That the game today would be so f#cked up

Common holla at cha boi
That these muthaf#ckin’ n#gg#s be runnin’ around
Here actin’ mo b#tchy fried
b#tch n#gg#s

One year more penalize
I see these n#gg#s man
Lord this sh#t crazy then a muthaf#cka, but you know what
Tonight we gon handle that sh#t, we gon bring this to ya spot yao

Ey yo speak on that sh#t
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin’ that #ss hole
Throwin’ the crooked finger dick ridin’ the west coast

Them some real soldiers, y’all son of b#tches, fonies
I called it like I called it, think I’m wrong, step forward
And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin’ now that 50 got on

Quit fantasizing ’bout that man life, and live yo own
You ain’t neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonite were gettin’ closure, I’m pointin’ out folks

Pullin’ n#gg#z cards, exposin’ what ya hold
I’m sorry if it feels you don’t know me no more
Just had some sh#t on my mind, in my chest I had to get off
You can’t judge a muthaf#ckin’ book by its cover

But I can spot a b#tch a mile away
Pardon me brotha
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, give ’em some, muthaf#cka
These n#gg#z catchin’ feelings, they ain’t men they women
And he gay ‘cuz he wit ’em and he trying to defend ’em

So I say we should expose these hoes
I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows
O it’s on now yeah, I can cummon down
I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, I swear it make no sound

A 4.5 caliber with some bullets that so round
50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
Petey you need me n#gg# just holla and I got ya
Throw on some frank Sinatra and order me some pasta

They f#ckin’ with some mobstas, see we can get it done
And I bet you at his funeral nobody gon come
I ain’t here to be beefin’ wit no n#gg# to get a name
If you p#ssies and show yo panties, I’m pullin’ out my thang

Got a habit of smackin’ faggots with semi-automatics
You n#gg#s in trouble buck and Petey back at it it’s on n#gg#
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthaf#cka
Bend that b#tch right there wit all ya might
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don’t like

Bend that b#tch right there wit all ya might
If he say, anything in here tonight, you don’t like
If you jump off in the club it’s a jump off in the club
She can tow up just get toed up like I give a good buck

All the champagne I don bought b#tch I done paid for this chair
That I’m fittin’ to take and break across this zombies head
Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read
That’s on everything I love to drop dead

f#ckin’ round get a main artery cut in half
Blood gushin’ out the side of your neck bleedin’ to death
Needin’ a paramedic to reconnect ‘n’ piece you back together
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man

It’s gettin’ crucial out here ‘n’ you takin’ this sh#t for granted
p#ss# punk, panty wearin’ mascara faggot
Blow pop suckin’ #ss, juicy fruity crooked man
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy

Backstabbin’ motherf#ckin’ crabs in a barell
I can’t stand ’em, but I bet I can handle ’em
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthaf#cka
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches
O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the b#tches

O it’s on, get at me, b#tch I’m gon slap the sh#t
Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthaf#cka
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Petey Pablo Lyrics – O It’s On

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Release Year: 2004