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lirik lagu o it’s on – petey pablo

intro [petey pablo & young buck]

p.b. cuz..
y.b. wh-ssup n-gg-?
p.b. if a m-th-f-cka would have told me years ago
that the game today would be so f-cked up..
y.b. common holla at cha boi
p.b. that these m-th-f-ckin n-gg-s be runnin around here actin mo b-tchy- fied
y.b. b-tch n-gg-s..
p.b. (?)
y.b. i see these n-gg-s man
p.b. 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
y.b. 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 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 m-th-f-ckin book by it’s cover
but i can spot a b-tch a mile away
pardon me brotha

chorus

o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 it’s on n-gg-

chorus

o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s 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 don’t like!
bend that b-tch right there wit all ya might
if he say, anything in here tonight, u don’t like!

verse 3 [petey pablo]

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 im fittin to take and break across this zombies head
look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (atten-chun!)
that’s 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 can’t stand em, but i bet i can handle em

chorus
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, get ya some, m-th-f-cka
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, c-mmon, bring all the b-tches
o it’s on, get at me, b-tch im gon slap the sh-t
whachu want, drag, get ya some, m-th-f-cka

- petey pablo

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