Petey Pablo, Missy Elliott - Break Me Off lyrics
[Petey Pablo, Missy Elliott - Break Me Off lyrics]
Man you see that
Everytime they with all them big cars
We can't get nothin
I don't like that, I don't like that at all
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here
Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle
To get every boy on his, brother Tim
Why you fuckin with him
He gone have you shame of yourself
Out on a limb and to far, to call help
I ain't hatin on him
I just heard it heard from him
He heard it from him
So he must have done it to them
Wait a cotton-pickin minute
(Naw) y'all gone head
Get in the bed, hike up ya legs
Give him some head girl play to win
Work until the dick fall dead
I'm just hopin
I can get a chance to poke it myself
Yeah, for shizzle Mrs, Thizzle
My pager number (877 for Petey Pizzle)
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here
My man at the crib, nigga what the deal
Look but don't feel
Come on man I came to kill
I think you wanna chill
Cause you on the X pills in Zeffer hills
And make my titties look like the hills
Beg if you will, like I ain't gettin no deal
My ass give him chills
Like a slut in high hills
My body is a meal, like fries in the ville
Now playa look at here
Ain't nothin goin in my rear
My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear
Now can't you tear my underwear
Like apple and pears
(Oh yeah) Oh yeah sheezy my neezy
7793 come on hit me when you need me
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here
Girl I got a half a pund of reffer
A thousand geeker pops
Call up all yo homegirls
See if they can come out
See if they'll show out
Freek-a leek or somethin
See if they can boun-bounce
Over these speed bump-bumps
Make her blow the backdoor down
Make her scream loud (AHHH)
Like on Girls Gone Wild
Breaker break it down, turn it around
(ha - ha - ha) I'm tryin
To throw a hooker hip out
Make her stick her tongue out now sit down
Ain't but one helicopter pilot
In this chopper now
Show her what the chopper's about
You in Petey's house tu tu turn around
Make a right and get the hell out
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here
Everytime they with all them big cars
We can't get nothin
I don't like that, I don't like that at all
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here
Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle
To get every boy on his, brother Tim
Why you fuckin with him
He gone have you shame of yourself
Out on a limb and to far, to call help
I ain't hatin on him
I just heard it heard from him
He heard it from him
So he must have done it to them
Wait a cotton-pickin minute
(Naw) y'all gone head
Get in the bed, hike up ya legs
Give him some head girl play to win
Work until the dick fall dead
I'm just hopin
I can get a chance to poke it myself
Yeah, for shizzle Mrs, Thizzle
My pager number (877 for Petey Pizzle)
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here
My man at the crib, nigga what the deal
Look but don't feel
Come on man I came to kill
I think you wanna chill
Cause you on the X pills in Zeffer hills
And make my titties look like the hills
Beg if you will, like I ain't gettin no deal
My ass give him chills
Like a slut in high hills
My body is a meal, like fries in the ville
Now playa look at here
Ain't nothin goin in my rear
My night gown sheer, I know you want to tear
Now can't you tear my underwear
Like apple and pears
(Oh yeah) Oh yeah sheezy my neezy
7793 come on hit me when you need me
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here
Girl I got a half a pund of reffer
A thousand geeker pops
Call up all yo homegirls
See if they can come out
See if they'll show out
Freek-a leek or somethin
See if they can boun-bounce
Over these speed bump-bumps
Make her blow the backdoor down
Make her scream loud (AHHH)
Like on Girls Gone Wild
Breaker break it down, turn it around
(ha - ha - ha) I'm tryin
To throw a hooker hip out
Make her stick her tongue out now sit down
Ain't but one helicopter pilot
In this chopper now
Show her what the chopper's about
You in Petey's house tu tu turn around
Make a right and get the hell out
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
Well you got a lot of cash
Let me ask where yo maims
Damn where you fro out of
Town or where you stay
I got myself some new funk
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said
You should play ball with the
Sweet game you play
Girl, ain't no ball playin goin on round here