Holla At Ya Folks Petey Pablo

[Intro]

[Hook: Petey Pablo]
Holla at ya' folks
Holla at ya' folks
Holla at ya' folks
Yeah, Chris what up

Holla at ya' folks
Holla at ya' folks
Holla at ya' folks
Yeah, Mike what up

Get at ya' people
Show em' you glad to see em'
Holla at ya' folks
Yo, D what up

Get at ya' people
Show em' you glad to see em'
Holla at ya' folks
Jermaine

[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]
Ya' know
When you can't talk about selling dope no more
Twenty-two's, Twenty-four's don't fit no more
And they realize, rocks ain't nothing but stones
Ten percent diamond, ninety Cubic Zirconia
The houses you televise, ain't your home
Cause to own it, you got to pay mortgage on it
When it's all over
Most of y'all ain't gonna have nothing to show
For what ya' had, cause ya' lost it all
Running round trying to play big dog
Keeping up with the Joneses
Dude, your paper ain't that long
Motherfuckers wanna hear a good song
Not how many cars ya' got parked in them White Folk's yard
That's why I can cut off, to cut back on
Jump slam off the same dude
Come back home
Hit the file cabinet, homeboy
Check my card, I been real since the day I was born