Lyrics:

[Petey arguing with cop] 'All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell' Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit down I just wanna make my phone call Just sit down - Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker Fuck you Hey fuck you too ya bastard I just want my fuckin phone call 'Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate'- [Verse 1] I got his ass didn't I? told him my plan didn't I thought I was playin wit him now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he? smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he? when they found him - took bout a motherfuckin week didn't it? down in a motherfuckin creek didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he? gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he? Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they? I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I? disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he? y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya? y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya? (hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he? especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk) that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened) took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I? [sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over] you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherfuckers in the rap game 97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya with this new shit 'Didn't I' -ya boy that boy has done a lot of things Petey- tell sumden else you did -aca