Lirik Lagu Get On Dis Motorcycle - Petey Pablo
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(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)
AH!
[Females voices humming]
[Petey Pablo - talking]Y'all ready ..Y'all ready ..Y'all ready ..
[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo]One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina, put this whole shiton the mapWent back got two states, y'all crammed way to the backand brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the ArmyI was a bad motherfucker, slightly retardedMentally institutionalized, since the '85Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't blow down)Look at me now, holdin it downDoin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the presidentAnd reppin both states (back here in Carolina)Where the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)His flow is incredible, style is bananasI just wanna go to the Grammy's and I don't care if I winJust to say I've been god dammit (god dammit)
[Chorus - Petey Pablo - 2X]Get on dis motorcycleGet on dis motorcycleAnd that way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready)
Get on dis motorcycleGet on dis motorcycleAnd get your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready)
[motorcycle engine]
[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holesLay in a - old home, lay in a - screen doorsCar in the back yard, dog chain tied upAin't drove it in years, sittin on nothinSpit crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood heatersHooked up Honda Accord, with house speakersBag, phone and beeper, corduroys and sneakersPit Spike Lee's and them shell toe AdidasYou don't know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)Real definition of the greasy, grimy and grittyYou really fittin to sellin drugs for another niggaAlways lookin at me like your trigger finger itchinI give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your businessYou better be ready to get it, cause I don't be bullshittinI'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelinI'ma blow up in this motherfucker
[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me driveLeft off from LaGrange, passin through SquattenburgOn the way to High Point and my speech startin to slurBetter tell these sons of bitches, boy to move won't allow for meTo stop and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scoutIt was just a little bump, shit you dented my FerrariDon't call the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorryAll we have done in the name of the southGave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" aboutBut I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivinThat fuckin school bus, know that Bubba still strivinI want me a label, want me a mansionTimmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to meRest assure though, the day is approachinWhen these old country boys ain't just playin, they coachin
[Petey Pablo - talking]Get on dis motorcycle ..Y'all ready, get on dis motorcycle[motorcycle engine], y'all readyGet on dis motorcycle ..Y'all readyGet on dis motorcycle [motorcycle engine]HEYYY!
[Chorus] - 2X
AH!
[Females voices humming]
[Petey Pablo - talking]Y'all ready ..Y'all ready ..Y'all ready ..
[Verse 1 - Petey Pablo]One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina, put this whole shiton the mapWent back got two states, y'all crammed way to the backand brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the ArmyI was a bad motherfucker, slightly retardedMentally institutionalized, since the '85Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't blow down)Look at me now, holdin it downDoin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the presidentAnd reppin both states (back here in Carolina)Where the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)His flow is incredible, style is bananasI just wanna go to the Grammy's and I don't care if I winJust to say I've been god dammit (god dammit)
[Chorus - Petey Pablo - 2X]Get on dis motorcycleGet on dis motorcycleAnd that way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready)
Get on dis motorcycleGet on dis motorcycleAnd get your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready)
[motorcycle engine]
[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holesLay in a - old home, lay in a - screen doorsCar in the back yard, dog chain tied upAin't drove it in years, sittin on nothinSpit crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood heatersHooked up Honda Accord, with house speakersBag, phone and beeper, corduroys and sneakersPit Spike Lee's and them shell toe AdidasYou don't know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)Real definition of the greasy, grimy and grittyYou really fittin to sellin drugs for another niggaAlways lookin at me like your trigger finger itchinI give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your businessYou better be ready to get it, cause I don't be bullshittinI'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelinI'ma blow up in this motherfucker
[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me driveLeft off from LaGrange, passin through SquattenburgOn the way to High Point and my speech startin to slurBetter tell these sons of bitches, boy to move won't allow for meTo stop and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scoutIt was just a little bump, shit you dented my FerrariDon't call the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorryAll we have done in the name of the southGave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" aboutBut I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivinThat fuckin school bus, know that Bubba still strivinI want me a label, want me a mansionTimmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to meRest assure though, the day is approachinWhen these old country boys ain't just playin, they coachin
[Petey Pablo - talking]Get on dis motorcycle ..Y'all ready, get on dis motorcycle[motorcycle engine], y'all readyGet on dis motorcycle ..Y'all readyGet on dis motorcycle [motorcycle engine]HEYYY!
[Chorus] - 2X
