I can make em', I can make 'em
I can make em', I can make 'em
I can make em' bounce if I want to

I can make em', I can make 'em
I can make em', I can make 'em
I can make em' bounce if I want to

Who in the hell this here
Big eared motherfucker
Thinkin' he is comin' round here
Spittin' like he the real deal

Just 'cuz he with Missy and Tim
In the new Benz on them 20 inch rimz
Grinning from ear to ear

Got all them little bitches round him
Creasy and Keashy and them
Hope he get gonorrhea bitch ass nigga

Is that what they sayin'? I know it
Why they hate me so bad
Boy this is my reward
You better get yours

Worrying what Petey be doin'
Get you you's a turn
My vocals rim rowdy and derm
You ain't heard

I think you been sippin' to much of that syzurp
Betta calm your nerves
Before you ass serves up sumtin' terrible throughly

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!

I'm the love boat more potent than crack smoke
Some folks say I'm the all they been waitin' for
Tired of hearing the same shit on their radio
Tired of seeing the same bitches in your video

Tired of Benzs, Bentleys and diamonds in your chain yo
Tired of! Hearing 'bout all of this cash and most of ya broke
Can't even give em a decent show
Energy level on a Richter scale triple zero point zero

Holla for Petey Pablo
Let me see ya breaking it down on the dance floor
I got what they wha-wha-what they want from a nigga that ti ti ti ti
We at it again you know what it is four thousand and seventy spent

My prediction first week half a motherfuckin' million
Break it down for me, break it down my man
Picture first week half a motherfuckin' million

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!

Peter Piper picked peppers and I shook corn
Now Humpty Dumpty fell down and I kept goin'
And Jacky nimble was nimble but not more nimble than this
Can you imagine jam master on some shit like this

Kick it like your grand daddy, the baddest, the fastest
Nastiest actin' asses to ever walk on this side of rappin'
The skipper, the professor and the captain
The lighter and the matches

I'm the one that's gunna carry jive past N Sync status
I can't believe he said it, can't believe he said it
I can't believe he said it, y'all ain't ready, hey!

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!

You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
You ain't ready for me, come on!
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Y'all Aint Ready Lyrics

Petey Pablo – Y'all Aint Ready Lyrics