*featuring Bubba Sparxxx
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AH!
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[Females voices humming]
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[Petey Pablo - talking]
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Y'all ready..
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Y'all ready..
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Y'all ready..
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[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo]
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One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina, put this whole shit
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on the map
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Went back got two states, y'all crammed way to the back
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and brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)
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Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the Army
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I was a bad motherfucker, slightly retarded
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Mentally institutionalized, since the '85
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Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't blow down)
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Look at me now, holdin it down
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Doin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)
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I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the president
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And reppin both states (back here in Carolina)
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Where the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)
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His flow is incredible, style is bananas
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I just wanna go to the Grammy's and I don't care if I win
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Just to say I've been god dammit (god dammit)
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[Chorus - Petey Pablo - 2X]
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Get on dis motorcycle
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Get on dis motorcycle
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And that way you can ride wit a... (y'all ready)
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Get on dis motorcycle
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Get on dis motorcycle
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And get your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready)
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[motorcycle engine]
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[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
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On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holes
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Lay in a - old home, lay in a - screen doors
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Car in the back yard, dog chain tied up
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Ain't drove it in years, sittin on nothin
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Spit crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood heaters
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Hooked up Honda Accord, with house speakers
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Bag, phone and beeper, corduroys and sneakers
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Pit Spike Lee's and them shell toe Adidas
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You don't know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)
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Real definition of the greasy, grimy and gritty
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You really fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga
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Always lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin
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I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your business
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You better be ready to get it, cause I don't be bullshittin
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I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin
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I'ma blow up in this motherfucker
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[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up
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85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me drive
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Left off from LaGrange, passin through Squattenburg
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On the way to High Point and my speech startin to slur
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Better tell these sons of bitches, boy to move won't allow for me
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To stop and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scout
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It was just a little bump, shit you dented my Ferrari
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Don't call the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorry
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All we have done in the name of the south
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Gave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" about
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But I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivin
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That fuckin school bus, know that Bubba still strivin
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I want me a label, want me a mansion
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Timmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to me
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Rest assure though, the day is approachin
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When these old country boys ain't just playin, they coachin
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[Petey Pablo - talking]
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Get on dis motorcycle..
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Y'all ready, get on dis motorcycle
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[motorcycle engine], y'all ready
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Get on dis motorcycle..
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Y'all ready
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Get on dis motorcycle [motorcycle engine]
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HEYYY!
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[Chorus] - 2X
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[Female voices humming and motorycle engine continues until end]
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Get On Dis Motorcycle
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Petey Pablo |