Baby Bubba - Timbaland

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 s**t 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 a*s

Now they callin' me The Incredible Man

I'mma s**t 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 d**n

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 motherf**kin' deal

Hey

Petey Pablo：

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey 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 n***a 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 intimidators y'all intimidated

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 s**t up s**t 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 buck shots 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

Petey Pablo：

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey baby bubba

Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward

Magoo：

Mag spit it 'til I die f**ker

You with your label kissin' a*s like a d**n 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'mma 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 s**t all my n***as is wild

You gotta come up with a new plan I'm sayin' man

South boys ain't f**kin' 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 s**t

All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a d**k

I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be

They tryna take my love man and it bothered me

Petey Pablo：

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey baby bubba

Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey baby bubba

Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward