Feat Bubba Sparxxx

AH

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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