Lirik Lagu Stick 'Em Up - Petey Pablo
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Yeah I seen em come through here a couple timesI didnt think nuttin of emY'know what I'm sayinBut that shit you dont talk that huh?That shit shocked everybody
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa)Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall (yessir)This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it (and i)Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
[Verse 1][Petey]I wonder how many thought about Petey PabWhen I was apache rappin in the penetentury yardEatin ?? outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meatWaitin for the day cut in the term and freeSo I could get out here and make mama proud of meAnd do the right thing run up on the right manThat can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to beHad to get ejected cause the game a coldAnywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the doorOh no, hell naw (say what!?)Get lost (Hold up)Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie)Fucked around one night went out in New YorkWhen I met one of the brothers "up-in-ala-boys"Ever since then money been a real long headThat bout says it all (c'mon)
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yallThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
[Verse 2][Petey](Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me all the timeJust incase one of these motherfuckers loose they mindAnd run up on me like I aint gone hold it down for mineI can show you better than tryin to tell ya bout itSee once upon a time I think Pitt was the countyWhere these niggas used to run around armed and robbinThere was this little boy by the name of MosesHad to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolenTill one day nigga caught a hold to himDid what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coatOh naw (hell naw)Shit yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?)What the fuck you think I did?Told Grama, granny told GrampaGrampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy)Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure offInstead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth (ahhhh)
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yallThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
[Verse 3][Petey]They aint certified till a nigga run in they housePut the thang in they mouth and blow errrthing they think outRun around actin like bitches (talkin bout errrbody)You gone make me loose it all (I swear to God)I wasnt gone talk about it but, God damnit!This motherfucker bout to piss me off (errrrrr)And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin nigga down here in Raleigh (keep goin!)I dont give a fat bitch big titty pair one of yall motherfuckin play my shit (my nigga!)And the couple of spins that yall son-bitches did give me came from my man and them (Devious!)Man fuck that church boy grab the looksCome on the motherfuckin road with us (trust ya home boy)If I said anything I aint spossed to said and hurt anyone of yall them fuck it
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yallThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor...
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa)Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall (yessir)This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it (and i)Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
[Verse 1][Petey]I wonder how many thought about Petey PabWhen I was apache rappin in the penetentury yardEatin ?? outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meatWaitin for the day cut in the term and freeSo I could get out here and make mama proud of meAnd do the right thing run up on the right manThat can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to beHad to get ejected cause the game a coldAnywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the doorOh no, hell naw (say what!?)Get lost (Hold up)Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie)Fucked around one night went out in New YorkWhen I met one of the brothers "up-in-ala-boys"Ever since then money been a real long headThat bout says it all (c'mon)
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yallThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
[Verse 2][Petey](Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me all the timeJust incase one of these motherfuckers loose they mindAnd run up on me like I aint gone hold it down for mineI can show you better than tryin to tell ya bout itSee once upon a time I think Pitt was the countyWhere these niggas used to run around armed and robbinThere was this little boy by the name of MosesHad to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolenTill one day nigga caught a hold to himDid what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coatOh naw (hell naw)Shit yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?)What the fuck you think I did?Told Grama, granny told GrampaGrampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy)Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure offInstead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth (ahhhh)
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yallThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
[Verse 3][Petey]They aint certified till a nigga run in they housePut the thang in they mouth and blow errrthing they think outRun around actin like bitches (talkin bout errrbody)You gone make me loose it all (I swear to God)I wasnt gone talk about it but, God damnit!This motherfucker bout to piss me off (errrrrr)And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin nigga down here in Raleigh (keep goin!)I dont give a fat bitch big titty pair one of yall motherfuckin play my shit (my nigga!)And the couple of spins that yall son-bitches did give me came from my man and them (Devious!)Man fuck that church boy grab the looksCome on the motherfuckin road with us (trust ya home boy)If I said anything I aint spossed to said and hurt anyone of yall them fuck it
[Hook][Petey]Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yallThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor...
