(Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon)
    [Petey Pablo]
  It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
  Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at?
  I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
  Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
  C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'all
  Where my cats think you feel me at?
  Alla y'all, and when we earn that
  They finally let the dish and the pan
  Then I start with some cash
  Let me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
  Now I'm bustin they ass
  Now they callin me The Incredible Man
  I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
  And there is one thing to understand
  Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
  Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
  Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
  On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
  New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal
  Heyyyyyy
    [Chorus: Petey Pablo]
  Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
  If y'all feel it let me hear you say
  Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
  We lost the music selector
  Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
  If y'all feel it let me hear you say
  Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
  Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward
    [Timbaland]
  Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
  TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me
  Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
  He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYS
  all up in your local mall pickin all your local broads
  HOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawl
  We the in-timidators, y'all in-timidated
  by our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
  LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
  As we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!
  What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
  For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
  What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?
  What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?
  Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitality
  The come of the me, the come of the Pete
  The come of the 'goo, the come of the G
    [Chorus]
    [Magoo]
  Mag spit it 'til I die fucker
  You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker
  Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news
  Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sue
  If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?)
  from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughter
  Stayin in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
  I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
  You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
  South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them
  This week got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball
  Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHH
  We do it country cause we proud of this shit
  All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick
  I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
  They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
    [Chorus - repeat 2X]