Chorus:
This one's for North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
Take ya shirt off
Twist it 'round ya hand
Spin it like a helicopter
North Carolina
C'mon and raise up
This one's for you?
Uh-uh
This one's for who?
Us, us, us, yes sir
(repeat)
Verse 1:
Who am I?
Petey Pab motherfucker
First to put it down for North Carolina
But guess what
It's been worth it
I'ma superstar
Bought me a big ol' car
Four-point-six
See the car
Black, with the bar from front to back
And got a button in the middle, make the trunk go eh-eh
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin' what you gettin' an' gettin' on back here
Big fellas, sick fellas
Half of me and Carolina nigga
I'm tired of y'all
Polk, Bladen, Marshall, Hoke, Greene County, ?, damn
Transfer, Sandy Ridge
Browns over here, Greens over here
Pasqoutank, ?, Odom East
Lemme think
Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville
Man, Catawba, Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville
And all my niggas doin' life behind the wall
This right here, right here, right here's for
Chorus
Verse 2:
You remember them days y'all
We used to play y'all
The radio, an' put our own lil' partner's song y'all
We used to rep our city, rep our city
Runnin' through the school hall
Just before our basketball pep-rally jumped off
My house, my home, my 'hood
My brother, my sister, my cuz
My niggas that was there from the beginnin'
Been wit me even 'fore they knew what bein' wit me was
Y'all niggas just glanced at it
Now I got y'all starin' at it
Wouldn'ta been the same ol' North Carolina it's been, then
Y'all niggas just gettin' it
Oh, it's a shame isn't it?
Oh, you thought we said we were comin' wit a whole lotta songs
We were bullshittin'
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Verse 3:
Man, I had to do it
Just in case you were one of the ones who wanted to come and ask somethin'
stupid
What you think you doin?
What it look like?
Puttin' it down for my niggas on the south side
North Carolina, South Carolina
And all my little bitty open little cape towns
We gonna hit y'all asses
Ain't nothin' but a T.D. blast
That we got comin at ya
Beat slammin', first classic
Go for this
What's after platinum?
Baby, you don't the bomb
An' I don't meant to scare y'all
But I'm 'bout to bring it home
Blow these fellas, these hills, these things an', N.C. out the water
How's it feel to lose to motherfucker that be real
An' tell 'em, "I told ya"
Chorus