Raise Up - Petey Pablo & Rasheeda

I'm looking around and I see more of the same People looking for purpose, someone to blame As I'm on my quest for fame, every day the place is changed As the humble trying to play the game I figured it out, my dreams are bigger than me Them taking much further than I thought it would be I'm so glad that I believe that God has plans for me Mama told me it will happen, you'll see Yeah, yeah Time for you to raise up Time for you to get right Time for you to get up Time for you to be loud Time for you to raise up Get up, stand up, raise up You gotta know who you are You are meant for a purpose Raise'n for you is meant to be You are meant to be I take a move forward 'til I let go off the past I needed my freedom, I needed it bad If we all could just forgive It's the only way to live I have more now than I ever had Here's a part and it is written for you Take your time to find the truth What do you have to lose? It's time for you to choose No one else can do it for you Time for you to raise up Time for you to get right Time for you to get up Time for you to be loud Time for you to raise up Get up, stand up, raise up You gotta know who you are You are meant for a purpose Raise'n for you is meant to be You are meant to be When judgment day comes, have you given your best? Has the world been changed by the love that you lost? Forgive those who trespassed against you Rise through the pain, let it go What happened is done, it's time to live again You gotta know who you are You are meant for a purpose Raising for you is meant to be You are meant to be Time for you to raise up Time for you to get right Time for you to get up Time for you to be loud Time for you to raise up Get up, stand up, raise up You gotta know who you are You are meant for a purpose Raise'n for you is meant to be You are meant to be Time for you to raise up Time for you to get right Time for you to get up Time for you to be loud Time for you to raise up Get up, stand up, raise up You gotta know who you are You are meant for a purpose Raise'n for you is meant to be You are meant to be Raise up, get up Raise up, get up Raise up, get up Raise up, get up Raise up, get up Raise up, get up

This is one for them old boys There in them old trucks Crankin' some Hank in a Mellencamp town Crushin' some cold beer Rockin' a John Deere tan On the back of their necks from plowing that ground From when the sun comes up 'Til it goes back down It just runs through their blood like roots runnin' in the ground Raise one up if you're a two lane, dirt road junkie Livin' on love, lovin' on a honey Sweet as honeysuckle growin' on the vine Raise one up if you were raised up front pew believin' Back porch sittin' and tailgate dreamin' If fishin' in the dark was your first taste of love Raise one up This is one for them home teamers Packin' them home bleachers All of them home game Friday nights All of the sunsetters from the back of the truck bedders Watchin' God paint the sky Raise one up if you're a two lane, dirt road junkie Livin' on love, lovin' on a honey Sweet as honeysuckle growin' on the vine Raise one up if you were raised up front pew believin' Back porch sittin' and tailgate dreamin' If fishin' in the dark was your first taste of love Raise one up Raise one up if you're a two lane, dirt road junkie Livin' on love, lovin' on a honey Sweet as honeysuckle growin' on the vine Raise one up if you were raised up front pew believin' Back porch sittin' and tailgate dreamin' If fishin' in the dark was your first taste of love Raise one up Oh, raise one up

((Petey)) Man holla at ya dog Petey Petey hey yall hey yall Carolina bird dog, still got my shirt off Still reppin' for convicts in Sing-sing to Burgaw Still rockin' with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh I got a different role, different stroll Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to fuck with Petey hoes I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo' I got some 1965 pantyhose Still in the plastic bag now tell me I ain't a macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone Petey Petey the pussy beater I suck em, fuck em, send em home I gets my thug on, weekends I get me club on, we been So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey I (Petey I) MAN WE DID IT AGAIN ((Chorus)) I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh, I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh, I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them stunts uh, I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh, ((Petey)) P-P-Pardon me dog Its the gitchie from the gitchie bar Its really a tittie bar but I ain't got no license for it I got the what they want Plenty H, plenty O Plenty guns, plenty bows Muthafucka chew ya road You ain't never seen this before But when this shit drop, all she wrote International playa (yay ah) D-D-Deah ya go All they want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo Now watch me ball, da-dunna-dunna Rims spinnin', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna Every time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna Now yall ain't ready I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass Fist stomp I know you mad But ain't too much you can do bout that Cause I'll make em stop the track Tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is ((Chorus)) ((Petey)) I'm the quicker picker-upper Crazy soda can crusher River, rock path, mobile home Country muthafucka Rep the dirty like a car commercial You ain't heard it pitch Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky shit Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'bitch Trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at Petey Pab got a bag of vats And a gat if it come to that So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin' Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm sayin' Get a nigga wig pushed back, DAMN Timbaland where ya at ((Timbaland)) In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn Granddad in the field pickin beans and corn-corn Mama never saw that a star was born-born Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn I said its hot as hell a nigga need some lemonade Bump it its 2000 a nigga needs some Minute Maid Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say Aah ((Chorus))

Petey Pablo I told y'all (I told y'all) Everybody happen y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all) Now you see it poppin' off, got you in the club dancing your ass off (I told y'all) Break it down, break it down for me (For me) Break it down, break it down, break it down for me (For me) (I told y'all) Break it down for me (For me) If y'all ready get your lighter put your fire in the air I'm bout to blow this up (Oh yeah) Its a it's a on now Petey Pab done and graduated Broke a loose, shook em' off Twisted the game Train comin' Full speed Ain't nuthin' stopin' this muthafucker Puttin' it down for my home town (Ti-ti-train) For my home town (My niggas keep picking me up) I got em' rockin' at the show All y'all muthafuckers stompin' on the floor (Boom, boom) Losing control (Eyes closed) Hands up (Bobbin' the dome) And you can call it what ya wanna if ya wanna But you better keep your eyes on it I'd a told ya over and over I don't feel like talking no more It's about to go down (Yeah like I told ya) I told y'all (I told y'all) Everybody happen y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all) Now you see it poppin' off, got you in the club dancing your ass off (I told y'all) Break it down, break it down for me (For me) Break it down, break it down, break it down for me (For me) (I told y'all) Break it down for me (For me) Move ova makin' em' diesel (Fuled up) Jesus Clear the road, block it off, hold it back, make a path (I'm a creeper) Carolina's street sweeper My brother keep her, you better believe her Good as a bag of Afghanastan reefa I can't fuck with me and y'all can't either To hear me rock you need bulletproof speakers (My impact) It'll kill 79 people The levels start jumping on the meter (The sparks) Then start shootin' out the speaker The DJ ju-just can't catch the needle Clubs call it fever for the flavor of the Petey I told y'all (I told y'all) Everybody happen y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all) Now you see it poppin' off, got you in the club dancing your ass off (I told y'all) Break it down, break it down for me (For me) Break it down, break it down, break it down for me (For me) (I told y'all) Break it down for me (For me) When they ask me where I'm from I say Greenville and Raleigh Durham, Chapel Hill, Greensboro Charlotte Fayetville, Rocky Mount And Tarboro Pine top, Lil Washington Arm ville New bern Kinston, Snow Hill Falkland Please don't get me started I can call em' out till tomorrow Carolina list alone is 16 bars I'm a make a row call, calling out, all out (Timbaland) Please report to the office You can't miss kickoff, watching these niggas get there shit off Sending a adrenaline rush Through the whole park Dusk to dawn, from club to the barn From port to port from yard to yard I'd a brought from the far beyond Stated claim, gutta name, got it painted and framed (Mutherfucker I told y'all) I told y'all (I told y'all) Everybody happen y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all) Now you see it poppin' off, got you in the club dancing your ass off (I told y'all) Break it down, break it down for me (For me) Break it down, break it down, break it down for me (For me) (I told y'all) Break it down for me (For me) I told y'all (I told y'all) Everybody happen y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all) Now you see it poppin' off, got you in the club dancing your ass off (I told y'all) Break it down, break it down for me (For me) Break it down, break it down, break it down for me (For me) (I told y'all) Break it down for me (For me)