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Petey Pablo Lyrics Get On Dis Motorcycle Lyrics

(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)


[Females voices humming]

[Petey Pablo - talking]
Yall ready ..
Yall ready ..
Yall ready ..

[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo]
One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina put this whole shit
on the map
Went back got two states yall 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 motherf*cker slightly retarded
Mentally institutionalized since the 85
Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldnt blow down)
Look at me now holdin it down
Doin it well I aint triple platinum yet (but aint gon worry bout it)
Im wearin the good damn crown man Im 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 Grammys and I dont care if I win
Just to say Ive been god dammit (god dammit)

[Chorus - Petey Pablo - 2X]
Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And that way you can ride wit a ... (yall ready)

Get on dis motorcycle
Get on dis motorcycle
And get your hips on in the big ass truck (yall ready)

[motorcycle engine]

[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
On the hurl and dirt road them big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home lay in a - screen doors
Car in the back yard dog chain tied up
Aint 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 Lees and them shell toe Adidas
You dont know shit bout Petey (Petey)
Real definition of the greasy grimy and gritty
You really fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga
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 dont be bullshittin
Im up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way Im feelin
Ima blow up in this motherf*cker

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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 bitches boy to move wont allow for me
To stop and say Im sorry to this dude and this scout
It was just a little bump shit you dented my Ferrari
Dont call the law shit is rented look Im sorry
All we have done in the name of the south
Gave these ugly motherf*ckers somethin to Raise Up about
But Im still unfulfilled since my daddy still drivin
That f*ckin school bus know that Bubba still strivin
I want me a label want me a mansion
Timmy cant give it to me Jimmy aint spit it to me
Rest assure though the day is approachin
When these old country boys aint just playin they coachin

[Petey Pablo - talking]
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Yall ready get on dis motorcycle
[motorcycle engine] yall ready
Get on dis motorcycle ..
Yall ready
Get on dis motorcycle [motorcycle engine]

[Chorus - 2X]

[Female voices humming and motorycle engine continues until end]

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