Petey Pablo - White On Rice lyrics

[Hook: Petey Pablo] 2x Give me some white on white's And Slauson Swap Meet Pants 4x Pro Club for my back And a baseball cap [Verse 1: Petey Pablo] Why do people love Petey Pab Petey Pab give can give the party people what they want I can hit em' high I can hit em' low I can hit em' with a hit and put em' on the floor Every time I roll, I'm hitting trip four's So many trip four's, you wanting to check the dice don't ya' Go head, go on I don't know how to say it homey I just do what I do Somehow it work out for me I ain't a preacher's son, but I can preach a sermon All you gotta do is know the word See I know how to take a curb, without swerving I let the car do the work What don't fit (don't fit) Don't force it Just relax and let it go I don't rock the boat Do me a favor Back up, you're standing too close [Hook] 2x [Verse 2: Petey Pablo] Stupid is as stupid does, Forest told Bubba So if ya' love your b**h you better tell her that ya' love her Keep your b**h off my dick cause I'm gonna f** her And if she bad enough I might f** her with no rubber Trying to put a baby in her stomach I ain't got kids and I can afford one Bank account, really sitting on something And now I'm on the West Coast, I lost track of the number This here the jam for the summer Every time you walk in the club the sh** bumping You hear the ba** pumping (bump,bump,bump,bump) Little Drummer Boy (rrrrrrrrrrr pump,pump,pump,pumping) Sick n***a Set trip a b**h a go getter Way from Carolina how I get out here Way out here Man, I have no idea But I sure do love this here [Hook] 2x (Spanish speaking) [Hook] 2x