Get On Dis Motorcycle - Petey Pablo

Feat Bubba Sparxxx
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Y'all ready
Y'all ready
Y'all ready
One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina put this whole s**t
On the map
Went back got two states y'all crammed way to the back
And brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at
Cause I can do that
Granddaddy was real strong daddy was in the Army
I was a bad mother*****er slightly retarded
Mentally institutionalized since the '85
Buildin tree houses
That the wind couldn't blow down
Look at me now holdin it down
Doin it well I ain't triple platinum yet
But ain't gon' worry 'bout it
I'm wearin the good d**n crown man I'm the president
And reppin both states
Back here in Carolina
Where the hell did you find 'em
Boy is an animal
His flow is incredible style is bananas
I just wanna go to the Grammy's and I don't care if I win
Just to say I've been god dammit
God dammit
Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And that way you can ride wit a
Y'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And get your hips on in the big a*s truck
Y'all ready
On the hurl and dirt road them big a*s pot holes
Lay in a old home lay in a screen doors
Car in the back yard dog chain tied up
Ain't drove it in years sittin on nothin
Spit crunk mosquito buckets hot wood heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord with house speakers
Bag phone and beeper corduroys and sneakers
Pit Spike Lee's and them shell toe Adidas
You don't know s**t 'bout Petey
Petey
Real definition of the greasy grimy and gritty
You really fittin to sellin d**gs for another n***a
Always lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin
I give ya my best witness when you come to handle your business
You better be ready to get it cause I don't be bulls**ttin
I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin
I'ma blow up in this mother*****er
Twenty seven dollars to my name headed up
85 pissy drunk Petey still made me drive
Left off from LaGrange passin through Squattenburg
On the way to High Point and my speech startin to slur
Better tell these sons of *****es boy to move won't allow for me
To stop and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scout
It was just a little bump s**t you dented my Ferrari
Don't call the law s**t is rented look I'm sorry
All we have done in the name of the south
Gave these ugly mother*****ers somethin to "Raise Up" about
But I'm still unfulfilled since my daddy still drivin
That *****in school bus know that Bubba still strivin
I want me a label want me a mansion
Timmy can't give it to me Jimmy ain't spit it to me
Rest assure though the day is approachin
When these old country boys ain't just playin they coachin
Get on dis motorcycle
Y'all ready get on dis motorcycle
Y'all ready
Get on dis motorcycle
Y'all ready
HEYYY
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