get on dis motorcycle
Singer:petey pablo
y'all ready. y'all ready. y'all ready. one of the illest rhymers that ever came outta carolina
y'all crammed way to the back
and brought 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at
granddaddy was real strong
mentally institutionalized
i ain't triple platinum yet
i'm wearin the good damn crown
where the hell did you find 'em?
i just wanna go to the grammy's and i don't care if i win
just to say i've been god dammit
and that way you can ride wit a. get on dis motorcycle
and get your hips on in the big ass truck
on the hurl and dirt road
spit crunk mosquito buckets
pit spike lee's and them shell toe adidas
you don't know shit 'bout petey
real definition of the greasy
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 don't be bullshittin
i'm up into plastic bottles cause if i keep on feelin the way i'm feelin
i'ma blow up in this motherfucker
twenty-seven dollars to my name
petey still made me drive
passin through spartanburg
on the way to high point and my speech startin to slur
better tell these sons of bitches
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
shit you dented my ferrari
all we have done in the name of the south
gave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to raise up" about