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lirik lagu o it’s on – petey pablo


“o it’s on”

[intro – petey pablo & young buck]
pb cuz..
yb wh*ssup n*gg*?
pb if a m*th*f*cka would have told me years ago
that the game today would be so f*cked up..
yb common holla at cha boi
pb that these m*th*f*ckin n*gg*s be runnin around here actin mo b*tchy- fied
yb b*tch n*gg*s..
pb (?)
yb i see these n*gg*s man
pb hehe.. lord this sh*t crazy then a m*th*f*cka, but u know what,
tonight we gon handle that sh*t, we gon bring this to ya spot yao
yb ey yo speak on that sh*t!

[verse 1 – petey pablo]
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
with victoria secret panties crammin that *ss hole
throwin the crooked finger d*ck ridin the west coast
them some real soldiers
y’all son of b*tches, fonies
i called it like i called it
think im wrong, step forward
and get yo mind pushed in a science cl*ss bucket
she in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
quit fantisizing bout that man life, and live yo own
you aint neva be hard, yo mammy t*tty fed you too long
probaly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
tonite were gettin closure, im pointin out folks
pullin n*gg*z cards, exposin what ya hold
im sorry if it feels you dont know me no more
just had some sh*t on my mind,in my chest i had to get off
you cant judge a m*th*f*ckin book by its cover
but i can spot a b*tch a mile away
pardon me brotha

[chorus]
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all (here i go!) the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, (get em buck!!) give em some, m*th*f*cka

[verse 2 – young buck]
these n*gg*z catchin feelings
they aint 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 its on now (on now) yeah i can c*mmon 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
n*body gon come
i ain’t here to be beefin wit no n*gg* to get a name
if you p*ss*e and show yo panties, im pullin out my thang
got a habit of smackin f*ggots with semi-automatics
you n*gg*s in trouble
buck and petey back at it its on n*gg*

[chorus]
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, get ya some, m*th*f*cka

[bridge:]
bend that b*tch right there wit all ya might
if he say, anything in here tonight, u dont like!
bend that b*tch right there wit all ya might
if he say, anything in here tonight, u dont like!

[verse 3 – petey pablo]
if you jump off in the club its 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 im fittin to take and break across this zombies head
look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (10 ton!)
thats on everything i love to drop dead (b*tch i aint never scared!)
f*ckin round get a main artery cut in half
blood gushin out the side of ur neck bleedin to death
needin a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together
i don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man
its gettin crucial out here n you takin this sh*t for granted
p*ssy punk, panty wearin mascara f*ggot
blowpop suckin *ss,juicy fruity crooked man
molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
backstabbin motherf*ckin crabs in a barell
i cant stand em, but i bet i can handle em

[chorus]
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, get ya some, m*th*f*cka
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, c*mmon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, drag, get ya some, m*th*f*cka


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