เนื้อเพลง O It's on - Petey Pablo

Intro [Petey Pablo & Young Buck]

P.B. Cuz..
Y.B. Whassup n*gga?
P.B. If a muthaf*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 muthaf*ckin n*ggas be runnin around here actin mo b*tchy- fied
Y.B. B*tch n*ggas..
P.B. (?)
Y.B. I see these n*ggas man
P.B. hehe.. Lord this sh*t crazy then a muthaf*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 ass 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 class 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 titty fed you too long
probaly still s*ck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
tonite were gettin closure, im pointin out folks
pullin n*ggaz cards, exposin what ya hold
im sorry if it feels you dont know me no more
just had some sh*t on my mind,in my chest i had to get off
you cant judge a muthaf*ckin book by its cover
but i can spot a b*tch a mile away
pardon me brotha

Chorus

o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all (Here I go!) the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, (Get em Buck!!) Give em some, muthaf*cka


verse 2 [Young Buck]

These n*ggaz 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 its on now (on now) Yeah I can cummon 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*gga 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
nobody gon come
i ain't here to be beefin wit no n*gga to get a name
if you pussie and show yo panties, im pullin out my thang
got a habit of smackin faggots with semi-automatics
you n*ggas in trouble
Buck and Petey back at it its on n*gga

Chorus

o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, get ya some, muthaf*cka

Bridge:
Bend that b*tch right there wit all ya might
if he say, anything in here tonight, u dont like!
Bend that b*tch right there wit all ya might
if he say, anything in here tonight, u dont like!

Verse 3 [Petey Pablo]

if you jump off in the club its 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!)
thats 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 faggot
blowpop s*ckin ass,juicy fruity crooked man
molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
backstabbin motherf*ckin crabs in a barell
i cant stand em, but i bet i can handle em

Chorus
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, get ya some, muthaf*cka
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, cummon, bring all the b*tches
o its on, get at me, b*tch Im gon slap the sh*t
whachu want, Drag, get ya some, muthaf*cka