Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods
And then bring it to a body
And somebody motherfucka not in solitary thinks it missin' from my
Manage to take a Cheverolet run up through the motherfucking mud, forget it
Hell of son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper who could tell a story like my uncle when he's drinking
Product of a working environment, fuck is y'all thinking
Meaning I'm working working harder than any artist could ever do it, simply cause I'm made that way
I run a house around ya ass before you could realise that you in a neighbourhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a relic and tell ya boys 'bout it tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanabe
I be there, I just take it to the studio and just drop a bomb on it from a motherfucking beanie bag. I need that
[hook]
i'll write your name
across the sky
and take away the stars
cos you light up the night
you as high as the moon
when you're here with me
that's why im gonna write your name
for the world to see
[verse 1]
another old name on the porch with the bottle
wind blows and the old rocking chair wobbles
hes just the waving, everybody's welcome
all he can say about the youth is lord help 'em
got a couple grand babies, but they never call though
?left? in the south and they moved to chicago
wifes in heaven and, hes saying ever since
vietnam lifes been hard as a veteran
simple life, ?shifting? six pack, yeah ice cold
across the georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
probably never see his name in the headlines
but if i had a plane, i'd put it in the sky
alabama
[hook]
[verse 2]
she's in love, yeah, friends call her crazy
met him at a party, they started dating
daddy's little angel, momma's little lady
only 16 now brenda's got a baby
she can't afford to, drop out of high school
jimmy's not a man and he can't provide you
he doesn't want to, but you keep it anyhow
nine months down the road, what you gonna do now
go to the food stamp, ?
you can find a job, it'll help you get by
and you made it when you didn't know how
now that's a real star put her name in the clouds
alabama
[hook]
[verse 3]
you may never be on television or be the one
your boss at work loves giving you employee of the month
may never be the first dream on a champion team
you may be the star the world just hasn't seen
but that don't make you any less of a star to god
being rich is only realising it's all a facade
you're richer than you think in that old small town
cos people like you make the world go round
alabama
[Hook]
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
xanny bars, special K
Seeing stars in the middle of the day
Dude where's my car? Chevrolet
If I snap the cops I have to bring the pepper spray
Took a fifth of jellybean to the face
No sweat, no chase
Party like a white boy, yeah I heard them say
Put your money where your mouth is, take a drink
Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan, Yager Bombs
Sill pouring
Man this motherfucking club shit is so boring
I need a dive park bitch, cause I'm on that
[Hook]
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
At least that's what I've been told
Smoking wizard out a rolled up tin foil
Everybody saying I'm a weirdo
With this silly automatic in my trench coat
Suburbs, Honda Civic's
Paper hits of acid,I did it
Quarter pound in my locker in a hundred tabs
I was trippin balls in every class
Hippies wearing tie dye t shirts
Selling brownies at a fucking fish concert
Juggalo's, Tech Nina, Wolfpack, shady fans, amen
[Hook]
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
Fuck with the cops just to run
Get bored, make a pipe bomb
Friday nights, having fun
Is getting drunk and shitting, playing with a loaded gun
My country's no country for an old man
I got a mullet hawk, a bad girlfriend
Tattoo's to my feet and back up again
Half pearl Jam, half Eminem
If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?
Fuck yeah, butt naked too
Cause I'm a jackass, forever 21
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn, cause
[Hook]
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
That's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit,
Ye, ye, Ye-yela, ye, ye, Ye- Yela
[Verse 1:]
We hit the club, tore it up
Mally Mall's got model sluts
Fearin' & Loathin' in Las Vegas, party, party, bottles up!
I'm feeling like a king, someone tell me where my robe is?
This nitrous oxide got me feeling like Moses
Laugh'in it up, laughin' loud
Twist it up until you tappin' out
But Yelawolf ain't throwing in the towel
Take a pull buddy, how you sound?
My voice feeling like I just swallowed a frog
I think I'm Mr. T, I think I'm Boss Hog
(Get, get, get) getttie up, promenade
Rip it up, hit the stage
Outta my mind yeah, wanna go craze
Feeling like I wanna float around for days
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
[Hook:]
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
[Verse 2:]
Baby you and maybe you
Need to come back to the naked room
Whip it, whip, get with it
I'll open you up like a Baby Ruth
She's getting ripped, she's getting striped
Swimming in a funk
I watch her skinny dip
You wanna feel I'll, wanna get real
Wanna pop a pill feel out of control
Wanna know what I'm into though
That N2O
And cloud nine is somewhere down below
Get on my level, look at the light show
You lay back in the way back of the Maybach or lay back on the Lazy Boy
You can pay me back with a bj in the 'Lac here enjoy!
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Crazy youth, yeah, that trashy life
I'm getting high, I'm in my after life
Rock star no holds barred
Got new hoes sitting in old cars
And I'm feeling like the world is mine
Arms wide open
One country at a time, middle fingers up
Fuck critics, nitrous in a bottle
Bitch whip it!
Trunk MuzikTrunk Muzik
Straight from the back of the game I rock itYelawolf's got that crack, boyIn the woods with the SK I'm cockin'You don't want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroidGood in the south like past DetroitPull up aside of a 1977Sittin' back and sippin' my cronic 7And I'm about to get down
Look at me changin' lanesTwin pipes lookin' like dragon's breathChevrolet's throwin' flamesYes I know it's strangeHit you with a left, I pull the chains
Bitch, you too heavy to carryYou don't wanna bury yourselfUnderneath that 808I'll drop it in your face like
DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk MuzikEverybody hop in the CadillacAnd now I'm back with a bottle of ChevroletsWith the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruisin', I got that Trunk MuzikAlabama's unanimous animal YelawolfOn the 808 come up, fade awayAin't no better way to get down
Told you I was comingSaid I'd be here in 5And even though I brought you glassesYou still can't believe your eyes
But if you don't believe it by nowFuck it, just lean to the sideHold up, wait a minute, I don't reallyWanna leave without a single solitarySo when needed for I'll bring it to 'em
If you're sailin' catch my driftLead me to the door, check my listMeet me at the floor, catch this fistOr meet me at the store catch this lick
Feel this house flip this brickReal skateboarders feel this gripMoving threw the alley wayLook at the people tripping'Cause I'm only chopping like
DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk MuzikEverybody hop in the CadillacAnd now I'm back with a bottle of ChevroletsWith the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruisin', I got that Trunk MuzikAlabama's unanimous animal YelawolfOn the 808 come up, fade awayAin't no better way to get down
I have to be the hardest, I have diamond nutsI piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines 'em upCatfish Billy half pines 'em upYellow wolf country fries 'em up
Pull 'em in duffle bagThen I roll up in a river then I hold up
Watch what the fuck you hold upDynamite sticks will blow upGhetto vision got this sold upRoll up, smoke up
Everybody wish'n they choose usBut we don't give a fuck you know usI know you didn't see me comingBut I'm coming anywayBitch yellow wolf is style'n on
DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk MuzikEverybody hop in the CadillacAnd now I'm back with a bottle of ChevroletsWith the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruisin', I got that Trunk MuzikAlabama's unanimous animal YelawolfOn the 808 come up, fade awayAin't no better way to get down
[gangsta boo - hook]
i see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit
get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my shit
you aint from my city, you don't know about this
you don't want that drama you aint ready for it bitch
now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
you aint ready for it bitch, throw it up
(yeah hoe) throw it up
you aint ready for it bitch
[yelawolf]
i already got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
so why would i wanna break shit down for you
better be confused with the punchlines and bars that i launch
here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
the f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
if i'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
baby really, you kidding, bitch i'm the prodigal son
and i'm stuntin like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama
country like my uncles, stuttering like a cd in a donk bump bump bump
and i'm in a blue chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
i aint even shift gears yet, i aint even here yet
i'm outta this earth, right (yeah hoe)
but i just hit the surface
and i'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
where the keys?
bitch you better check your purse
i got a brick of herb and i hit this herb? and i'm feeling i might just hit the curb
so get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog yelawolf and eminem, shiiit!
suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch
[hook]
[gangsta boo - verse 2]
bitch please you don't wanna step up to this misses
g-a-n-g-s-t-a boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
i'm up in the building, preaching to my children
i don't be taking no shit from you haters
you make me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha, na-nani-nah-nah
pick ya face up off the floor, i got you feeling sad now
you be on that hoki wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
bitch, i was born on the mississippi river
take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
so so crazy got a f-cked up temper
bi-polar, not nicki i'm worser
i'll hurt ya
i got a crazy ass mind game
my nigga, i'm a lion untamed
hunt ya ass down in my jungle
i do this, i tell them hoes
you aint ready for it bitch
[hook]
[eminem - verse 3]
me an' yelawolf tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
you aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
hello tuts you look so eloquent, it's what i tell a cunt
come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and i'm tryna tell the cashier what i want
they say i act like an asshole
when i pull up at the white castle
and i ask for an application, throw it back in her face an'
tell the bitch i'm a rapper, then i wack her in the head with a whopper
that i bought from bk, you expect me to be proper?
bitch you better pop in a cd of me immediately, slut, hoe
skidda di da da. prada? nada chance
i was thinkin' about buying you some clothes
but target was closed so i decided to mosey on over to k-mart
but the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes i thought
great i suppose, so i go to payless but what'dya know
they don't carry a size 8 in hoes! oh!
this is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
what a trailer trash pioneer?
i am here, that's why i'm here
i don't got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
me, yelawolf and gangsta boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta scream at you!
oww! i just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
i went to go tell 'em all to go get bucked
but i'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up
(verse 1)
everybody's asking me lately where i'm from
they wanna know what i've been through and what dirt i've done
but man if i told you what i've seen and been through then you probably run off
that your scared of the truth so its dead and secret line and chalk
see i've been lost ever since i could walk
looking for my daddy and anyone of mamma's boyfriends who would talk
or listen to me when i spoke instead of looking at me like a joke
leaving me behind leaving me to cry when you treated my momma like a ho
but i learned quick that my daddy wasn't ever gonna come around
and i didn't give a shit cause me and my momma we held it down
no new kicks first day of school i'm goodwill bound
but when you come from the trench that's how you learn to walk around
so i don't give a fuck if you ever lay eyes on top of my new shoes homey
i just wanted you to know i didn't need a dollar from you i got 'em myself
so if you find yourself in the middle of the floor with the bottle drinking yourself lonely
then you can keep company with the picture of me in the magazine on the shelf turn the page
(hook)
daddy can you see me? i'm putting on a show
in the magazines hear me on the radio
so what do you think huh?
(i hope that your proud now
to watch it all go down)
i'm sorry daddy you didn't get to watch me grow
now i'm always on the road no time to say hello
bye (and i hope that your proud now
to watch it all go down)
(verse 2)
yeah mamma you look great...perfect
be safe on your first date...for certain
if he brings you home too late... i'll hurt him
don't worry bout me i'm safe i'll close the curtains
and i feel like i'm raising you but what do i know baby blue
all i know is that i was made in you so i put all my faith in you
yeah i was only ten but i felt like a man and i had to let you go
all i wanted was for us to be rich tear drops in my cereal bowl
so i turned into an asshole young and dumb smoking weed
vandalizing,robbing houses, stealing cars, that was me
but everything i did i had to see
feel the pain, had to grieve
to become who i am and i'm proud of the man i came to be
what i've learned cannot be taught
what i've earned cannot be bought
justified deserve it all
so don't be concerned it's not your fault
i never counted sheep i count my blessings
so if you see him now momma don't give him the cold shoulder just give him my message just tell him
[intro]
i usually don't do this, but f-ck it
you know what?
[verse 1]
you're like the hardest thing i've ever seen
and i'm from the gutter so believe me
i've seen some hard things
you come from where the black flower grows
i wanted to cut you down and take you home
call me axl rose
i could see you in a 1976 camero
me and you, sippin' whisky getting drunker than jack sparrow
it's black sabbath, how you get mellow
well put your feet on harley davidson pedals
and rock and roll girl
[hook]
like a diamond cuts through a pearl
this the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in the world)
you could get it in with your girl
yeah, the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in the world)
[verse 2]
you don't got to drive a fleetwood cadillac
you just got to know some of words to fleetwood mac
horror movies turn you on, pull the sheets back
f-ck it, i roleplay, do it to you in a jason mask
you switch walkers like a switch blade
you walk into the room and it's like these other bitches get hit with a grenade
with that said, let me pull them spandex pants off you with my teeth like ozzy did a bat head
i like rock and roll, let's go
[hook]
[verse 3]
you ain't concerned with new clothes or salaries
you would rather run across the country like mickey and mallory
be the natural born killer that you are
we'll hang out the window with a pistol and i drive the car
we'll rob a dollar general for nothing but snack food
shooting anything that moves, dogs and cats too
re-enact the hardest movie scenes, bloody shirts and holy jeans
we the hardest you and me, rock and roll baby
[hook]
[outro]
click bang
click bang like magic
Yeah, so you might see me wit uh.. 87, rusty. I been on that but uh... you need ta get on that. Holler at cha mang.
Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter mang, flick a parliament, hub cap ornament.
Deer head on the wall it's a bubba thang, not just sparks but I'm sparkin' a Parliament.
Again I'm a chain smoker, stuck to the flame poker I'm hot. Keep the party goin' don't stop.
New shoes, thrifty Bill Cosby sweater, drinkin' out the keg no greek frat letters.
Bumpin' skinny pimp, Petty and Eddy Vetter.
Aint no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards you better check tha Y E L A W O L F.
Buddy I'm in ya ash tray like a toenail clip.
Flick flick the cherry, don't ash on my sofa. I'm on some new mobile home shit come on ova. Keep heavy metal like a ton of boulders. Check out my donk it's dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi!
(Chorus)
Thats what we on now!
Yeah holler, I got 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck,
A pretty country girl and a pick up truck yeah.
Thats what we on now!
Doller at che. Yea. When the sticks meet the bricks,
You gon see all a my people up in that bitch like.
Thats what we on now!
20 bucks and I don't give a fuck yeah.
Thats what we on now!
A country girl and a pick up truck yeah.
Thats what we on now!
When the sticks meet the bricks.
Thats what we on now!
All a my people up in this bitch, bitch.
Lemonade is made from lemon's a?
Then I'ma make fine china from a paper plate.
I'ma dip low, like paper planes.
In the Cheverolet, like it's a major thang.
Sign a major deal, with a major payne.
They gave me a budget, I bought a bicycle frame.
I rode that bitch around Walnut park,
Put a stack in my pocket and then blew it at Wal-Mart.
On a jacket, a pistol, and a packet of blow darts.
If you enter my skull, you gonna need a strong heart.
Strong art, the heart of Dixie got history.
You sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's.
Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours.
You wont see nothin' but palm trees and wild fires
and BOOM! Out pops a B Boy.
The mossy oak is dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi!
(Chorus)
Jimmy crack corn, then he threw a bar stool.
Mother goose broke a wing and still flew the coup.
She gave Jimmy 20 bucks and threw him a deuce.
Left Jimmy on the string like a loose tooth.
See these the type of people that I'm used to.
Hard knock country boys fuck a new suit.
Fuck a new coop when you need a new roof,
Give me the whole stake from the ruler to the two.
Give me the ruler too, measure it up.
Theres good money in the pyrex mesurin' cup.
Ricky Bobbys on the corner he's tearin' it up.
If he don't slow down, he'll be wearin' a crutch.
Ricky needs to take it to tha highway,
But you can't tell him shit, cause it's Friday.
Rickys got a needle, thats how it's goin' down?
He looked at me and said "thats what I'm all about."
(feat. Mz Shanti)
Her legs crossed like a lady
short skirt, in the gym behind the velvet rope
had a glass of wine something cheap that I picked up from the waiter
moving through the crowd,
"pardon me, excuse me playa"
I know she seen me coming
there was eye contact
felt like sex, I was occupied by that
bad move, right hand, glass of wine
left hand, cold brew
"excuse me homie, step off my new shoes"
"my bad"
"it's cool"
shit I can't bursh em off cause I got my hands full
guess I have to play it off
try to step over the velvet rope but I missed and I tripped
spilled the red wine on the white dress
"sorry miss"
"Oh my God, you've just spilt wine on me"
"so, sorry, fuck"
"not even funny"
"here, let me get you a towel, I was such an asshole"
"yeah, that would be a good idea"
"I went over to, I was, I was just tryna get you a drink, I-I,
oh God, you got anything else to put on"
"No, I haven't, I haven't got anything else"
"I'll walk you over to the car, here come on"
I told her I was sorry ten times over
I took off my jacket, she put it on her shoulders
what a mess I made
she said "what a muthafucking day, walk me to the door at least"
"It's really not that bad babe, it kinda looks like a heart stain, yeah artsy"
She cracked a smile
"I knew you was trouble when you saw me gawking"
"nah, I was looking at ya from a far, even before you knew I was standing at the bar, so who ya are"
"you mean, who are you?"
"yeah I'm fumbling, all I wanted was to get a drink and get ya number then maybe later on, you and I would drive around, let me take ya home to get changed, how does that sound?"
"seeing as though you owe me a dress and I do not have a vote, so the answer will be yes"
Walk her to the Chevy
"Nice car"
Opened up her door
"What a gentleman"
I'm from the South baby
"Of course"
closed the door
"put your address in the navigation"
Somewhere in College park, so I hit the gas station
I cruised up to the pump and trunk muzik
feeling confident, thinking, yeah I'm, gonna do it
then a truck pulled up, shady, with the black tint
he rolled down the window, he was mean muggin' this chick
shh here we go, she said
"lets go quick"
he jumped out, 7 foot 5
"Who is this bitch?"
"Hey, hold up homie"
"bitch, who you calling a bitch"
"Look I just met this bitch at the bar, I ain't"
"Yo, I've been broken up with you for ages"
"bitch, you ride out with this muthafucker right here"
"Oh my God I've just met him"
"Get, your fucking ass"
"Look, I'm really sorry about this"
Get the fuck outta here
"look, just take me home"
(feat. Nikkiya)
Aaaahhhhhh...
That's my spot
Ooohhh...
[Chorus:]
[Nikkiya:]
Every night my little box, these speakers sexin me,
[Yelawolf:]
Just hop in the box let the drop move you around,
[Nikkiya:]
Hoppin out them juices flow like rivers on my sheets,
[Yelawolf:]
So much knock in it, liftin you straight off the ground,
[Nikkiya:]
Everything I really love be coming through them speaks,
[Yelawolf:]
Vibrate get you so wet girl long as my speakers on,
[Nikkiya:]
I'm cumin strong, it's like 'Speak Her Sex' to me."
[Yelawolf:]
How bout a ride, yea you. Would you like to sit inside of this pontoon?
Sip some tea, while the sun sets over my new seats and Caprice goes boom boom,
That's right, bright like the headlights, High beams, I should get a ticket the way I lean,
Robbin these rappers like me and Irene,
Oops that's Dick and Jane, Oops that's my dick in Jane,
I took a shot of Jack D and I threw the dice on the board like it was a Christmas game.
Mylo,
You got tube socks and a box of Krispey Kreme,
And a wish list for the business in the back of the whip with this mystic mane."
[Chorus:]
[Nikkiya:]
Every night my little box, these speakers sexin me,
[Yelawolf:]
Just hop in the box let the drop move you around,
[Nikkiya:]
Hoppin out them juices flow like rivers on my sheets,
[Yelawolf:]
So much knock in it, liftin you straight off the ground,
[Nikkiya:]
Everything I really love be coming through them speaks,
[Yelawolf:]
Vibrate get you so wet girl long as my speakers on,
[Nikkiya:]
I'm cumin strong, it's like 'Speak Her Sex' to me."
[Yelawolf:]
Baby don't shoot me down
No, I don't know shit about you but you got a pretty face and the bootys round
Don't get moody now, show me the sound, I am new to town
Got a tank a gas so let's cruise around, wanna spank that ass and get really loud
Ha did I say that, nevermind baby girl just lay back, not in the way back of a maybach
But the suede that's made where the queens lay at
So you ride around in a chrysler, but my chevy fits the best
Well get rid of that oldsmobile, oldsmobiles cutlass
[Chorus:]
[Nikkiya:]
Every night my little box, these speakers sexin me,
[Yelawolf:]
Just hop in the box let the drop move you around,
[Nikkiya:]
Hoppin out them juices flow like rivers on my sheets,
[Yelawolf:]
So much knock in it, liftin you straight off the ground,
[Nikkiya:]
Everything I really love be coming through them speaks,
[Yelawolf:]
Vibrate get you so wet girl long as my speakers on,
[Nikkiya:]
[Hook:]
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
[Verse 1:]
I'm on the sidewalk with this fuckin' skateboard and these dirty ass jeans
I'm the boy that stole a pack of Twinkies and a bottle that's green
I never gave a fuck about environmental shit
Throw my empty bottle in the gutter
Rednecks four' wheelin' screaming "skate or die" dude
Fuck you motherfucker (fuck you motherfucker)
I'm a car wreck in a swamp I drown victims slow with these words that I lay
Pigs on the corner got an eye for my kind cause we ignore laws everyday
What do you mean I'm white trash?
Grab my nuts and kick your poodle in the face
I'm sick to the soul with hate
Cause I'm the bitch that society raped
So what'a ya say?
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
My body is covered in tattoos that are totally offensive
If I did it, I did it for life
No regrets, you know that I meant it
I ain't bothered by racist
My family is worldwide, ho come get it
I'll take you to the gutter like a cigarette butt in the rain
Let Shawty Fatt spit it (Yeah!)
You motherfuckers are lost, get your maps out
And follow me into the creek water
I didn't forget where I came, just how to ignore my musical calling
That crack on the window on the Chevy's been there for over 7 months
Along with Jon Newport's beer bottle caps and the roaches of Will Power's blunts
So what'a ya say?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
People why shit is so wrong
Why they won't let all our soldiers come home
Why them boys who get caught with such small amounts of dope on the Ave do bids so long
They bids so long by the time they get to come home
Mamas is gone and babies is grown
And baby mama that was tight in that thong
Fat as a fuck and her body all gone
Pay for it cash her ass is gone
She never worked so the stash is gone
Government rations she gets on
Year after year she get check after check
A gangster come home already in debt
The government say you owe $50k
For all the free lunches that yo baby ate
Do you go legit, and never have shit?
Or G' up and re-up and get you a brick? (yeah)
Get you a brick (yeah)
[Hook]
[Outro: Killer Mike]
See what you suckas don't understand is
This ain't even about race
This is about who got it and who ain't got it
So if I'm on the bottom and you on the bottom
We're the same color...
[Yelawolf]
Half of these motherfucking rappers don't know shit
Aint seen a gansta aint seen a brick
And they wonder why when the OG's come around Yelawolf I get the respect I get
Cause I never walk into another man's house
And tell him what I think about the way he live
I done a little dirt on my own
And I won't throw stones
So I get back what I give
Reach for the tool homeboy go ahead
If you wanna be dead homie be dead
Who am I to be thinkin that I won't pop a trunk
If you feelin like a punk
From the he said she said
Life's not a choice it's a win or lose
So what's it gonna be, him or you?
Did he lie on your bed, did she lie to your head?
Well, it all depends on the truth
See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific
I done see one of my boys get ticked off and put his hands on a dirty AK and lifted it
Up in the air, and then saw him carried him
Into the club, I know he wanted to bury 'em
My crew is laughing, I was scared as fuck and they thought it was hilarious
[Chorus - Chamillionare]
In this game it seems
That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where
It's no fair no more
Hit em wit that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door
In this game it seems
That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where
It's not fair no more
Hit em wit that Major Pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like I'm bringing war to your front door
[Chamillionaire]
Look how I lyrically assassinate a verse then
I can get a hook shot like urban
You never bust, rapping just like you a virgin
I know your girl, then get in her belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it, brrrr, Birdman?
Christina Milian she ain't got her man
And I don't have no dreams either, I'm workin'
Surfin' the earth and tryna stay urban
You see the heater poking out I got the shirt in
All these rappers getting jerked without the jerkins
The similes and metaphor that I be servin
Goin right over their head, hah turbans
I gotta (?) she a Persian
And I gotta deal with Eminem but I ain't burnin'
Hot, got a lawyer, he's really a diversion
I'm ridin dirtier the 30 days with no detergent
Ain't really with the beef with the tweets, I get at you
If I ever see you in the streets I'ma slap you
I don't mean Lebron with the Heat comin at you
Cover up with the duck like Young LA tattoo
All this cake, getting flipped like a spat-u-la
Not a act, like a chat I'm a natural
Suits tried to take me out the game
What did that do?
Still here, like a name up in here at you (?)
Bread cheese, yeah funds really high
Walk in the strip club throw my lunch in the sky
Front til ya die
While I spend a month in Dubai
I'm a God in the streets, da-la-hum-dil-lee-i
Test, and I'ma bet that gonna you flunk when you try
I don't even gotta to use my gun to reply
You'll get punched in the eye
Punched in the eye
What is a tie?
OR you can blood finna fly!
[Chorus - Yelawolf]
The shit I've seen
Has changed me
What use to be strange to me
Just ain't strange to me no more (Yeah I done seen this shit before)
It's just another day outside my door, outside my door
The shit I've seen
Has changed me
What use to be strange to me
Just ain't strange to me no more
[Chamillionaire]
In this game it seems
That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where
It's not fair no more
Hit em wit that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's just another day outside my door, outside your door
[Trae the Truth]
Yeah, I'ma let you take a second to introduce you to pain
Where everybody going through it and going insane
The inner struggle but they focused on making they change
Anybody get it away and they making it rain
If it go to me I'll probably be doing the same
If I ever could I'll forever be repping the same game
Rapping on thinking I promise I'll get the same thing
In the back of the maybach outside of somebody name
Getting brain like I was only here to learn something
Fucking with me I guarantee I'ma return some
Raise some drama then show up tryna burn some
I do my dirt and then I never pay it back
I'm dealing with it and never taking it
You can't respect, the city been awake
Never get attacked, got it, I can't hear nobody taking that
Wanna hit the block and wanna thug? dreaming to get away
And to the love I got for the streets, the hood
Call up any n-gga who come that and try to fit in I send them away
Yelawolf go get the whip I got this
I open the gate aint no way they could stop this
They want it with us, you can tell em about this
Looking for something pretty, you can em it's not this
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf]
Pray on my God, I believe it's too hard
Don't reach for the dogs who believe the facades
Don't reach too far to compete with the dog
Because deep in the heart they wanna? this all
I wish I could be the one to say I warned ya
Don't pay any attention
Man I wanna ignore the haters
But I can't afford to leave them alone
They say yelawolf aint never been in the dark
And trailerparks and made their mark
I gotta make it hot cause I was given a pardon
I gotta play the role
Serial killing rap, cause I had a serial code
In every city with a cereal bowl
When I rap, peer in my soul
I'm in the light like a deer in the road
Clear in control, my spirit is old
I'm hearing the Gold I'm hearing the foes, hoes
And it falls like a rock don't mean you hard like one
You want the credit for getting gutter forget it
You muthaf-ckers forgot the credit card and run
Street credit won't put bullets in ya gun
But it might put a stray bullet in your son
Daughters, uncles, aunts, friends and nusiance
Become tangled up when it comes undone
[Eminem:]
Welcome to Detroit
This is the BET Shady 2.0 cypher 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf
[Yelawolf:]
Put these muthaf-ckas in a box and I send 'em away
Put em in a grade lac and pop the trunk
Hey throw em in the back, jack hi, dig 'em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox, when I print 'em a page
Moving keys I can't relate, cause I live in a cage
I throw up the A, I take 'em to school
I give em a grade
An easy E for effort
That's WWA, white with an attitude
Alphabet soup is on my plate
All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get 'em awake
I spoon feed them the sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe they making it rain cause
All they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato with a bunch of
Meatheads like fuck it
I just feed em a cow
Plenty of white boys you can pick from this year
But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic but what it's like to pick a
Fight with me
It's like putting Nikes on a cheetah with a speedo or at least in my case Addidas
I'm out this bitch drinking Sprite by the 2 liter
Holla, Shady records
[Joe Budden:]
Say I'm from the new school, I'm a say check ya tone and watch ya mouth
If they teaching how to dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced a while you birthed and gave me up
I just perfected being hip hops foster child, now check it
I don't blame y'all for being trash fans and copping it
The radio's the crime scene the masses are the hostages
In my youth I throw shots, the fan would dodging it
I'm grown, I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that four headed monster and the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance, the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Got a figure here you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it Was left to me I would revive what the game be 'bout
I'da took the wine outta Amy's house
Enough raps from you scrub cats about cockin a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this shit from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke but she cum from money
Think my bread is her paper to burn so I lock her out and now she doubt
David is Stern
She so bad I make her hit the telly from a taxi and dead her in that holiday inn
Learnt that from Max B
That's why the haters empty condo on a semi lamas
I made it right before the eyes like I was Beni hanas
Is it me, or is it what I'm hearing is pitiful
Airwaves the same now the stereo's typical
My skin thick so the critics ignore
So unafraid to die you think I did it before
The boys Rodman with the trash talk
Magic or Ward with the black ball the way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, hoody and mask will be to blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in the mansion in one of my trap doors
If punks had awards ya status whore categore
Propbably that, Michael Rappaport and Kenny Lattimore
I know hip hops alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the smell
[Crooked I:]
I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticken
I caught em slippin, I gotta give em a shot, I hit 'em with proper spittin
Hottest writtens and compositions, so competitions a contradiction
Somebody mentioned they got it crooked, highly fiction, we probably
Different, got Gotti henchmen, opposition our body quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get rich, the sickest lyric kickin' diggin a dish for different spittas
We lyricists get disfigured, sip liquor
Spit like a sick mixture
Notorious Pun and L get the big picture
The poster I'll roast ya, my mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster
It's over control my whole coastal region like I'm supposed ta
Flow is going postal even, open season
Heart close to freezing, ruthless is easy
Approach I'm squeezing, believe me
Dopest west-coaster breathing
So most ya'll hope I'm vegan, no pun, beefing
Rappers need to keep it trill
Give me a beat to kill too many people still eating sleeping pills
People sleeping on my ether skills
And ya'll ain't even real
You 'bout to die in this cypher before you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will
Foreal
[Joeel Ortiz:]
Yaooowa [x2]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
Before this I was moving crack
Killers y'all would come when y'all rhyme I salute and dap
And if I blink then remove ya snaps, you ain't cool you wack
With ya foolish yac? skinny jeans don't mean ya ass shoot
It means ya booty claps
Don't play like Tyler Perry, this the Slaughterhouse of Pain
Float brown, tight and heavy
When it comes to sixteens I'm a fiend feinding a studio
Near a needle with a mean lean, probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme
Getting my Yaowa on, may all these Olajuwons be the dream team
This is an all day slaughter they feindin for us to break like Beyonce's water
The four quarters doing all the eating and you gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm do or die dope
And you can make the sticker sittin on the door
Of that phantom your suicide note
Hi Rihanna...
Is Nicki living with you? Let me know
So I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...
I don't need to know you better
You tell me you love my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna...
Now back to y'all fools
We rock out like the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me nothing bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I keep her? I say it's cheaper too
That's why I ride around in a rose like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers, I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this
You don't kill but your father will like jaden smith
I tell ya like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly but I ain't going down on no landin' strip
So get your wax on like Daniel-son
I'm a have to run like De La Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife
While I'm cyber sexing with Jessica Alba, via skype
I'm on my d-boy, d-bo thing
Spiritual steelo swing like cee-lo green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll bling
You know your flow is whack
We cornered the market like a walmart in a culdesac
Yeah, this what 2 million singles sold and a album that's gold
Look like, without having to sell your soul
Nickle
[Eminem:]
Lyrical, miracle, spiritual, individual criminal
Subliminal, in your swimming pool
You 'bout to see peace destroyed
It'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hoards on your CD stores
Wanna stop it, you gon need a priest and at least three swords
A license to I'll from the Beastie Boys, 3 ouija boards
And a squeegee and please be warned don't ask for the squeegees for
Or the holy water, acid rapper that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in the rhyme book, you see these horns?
And as for me, you ask where I'm going will he be mourned?
Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?
Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside her freakin shoebox
With a shoehorn, smother in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo,
Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toe adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting elbows to
The penis
Yeah, big deal. I took some little kids big wheel
And spit in his fricken big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch, you win sit still
You just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?
Is it dust we bout to kick up?
Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup?
Between a stick shift in his fricken pick up
And drink like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups?
Flippin the script up like Mike Vick
Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician
Cause I'd fuck that trick up
Fix ya lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A-B? Let's C. You said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E
When you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in front of that though, When I MC
Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth
It's more like a phonebooth
Superman in this bitch, kryptonite won't do
It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and
Eat rat poison, and take meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger
While I hop in a mosh pit, will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B;, you crazy?
Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible
Is it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute
With a huge Johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain't happenin
[Intro]
Yo, I had this dude come up to me on the street, talkin bou,
"Can I get down? How can I get down? Put me down, put me on, put me on"
Man, I felt like tellin' that mother fucker,
"You can never get down, you'll NEVER be down, this is some shit you'll NEVER understand"
[Chorus]
I'm not the one
That you'll be shootin for
I'm not the one
Who's coming back for more
You and I
Been through this too many times
You and I
See never clear, come to mind
Going round and round
Cuz you can't get on your feet
Going round and round
Still takin up all the heat
Going round and round
Never lookin down
[Verse 1]
Cigarette lit in a golden grill
Envelope blocked in a golden seal
Wait a minute buddy let me hold a beer
Then get behind a rollin' wheel
Put em in the 5 cuz they sold me hell
Now they can't get me back cuz they broke a deal
Told me green and sold me teal
And I'm outta place cuz I'm outer space with mind
Yeah I'm outta my crazy mind
Clean up the woods and make 'em taste the pine-
Saw, snap like dry pine-straw
Hold my nuts on ur bitch and make her play combed fine ball
Magnificient, dirty
Smack critics with a backpack of physics
Hip hop knee deep in a swamp
By make leaped? frogs "ribbit"
They talk alot but they don't 'rip-it'
Oh, that's that new shit, I get it
Well let me talk about shit I don't do
Let me reverse the vision
I got 10 mil-lion in the bank and I'm always in V-I-P
I got a bottle of - "Dom"
A bottle of "Don"
And a bottle of "Henn-esy"
Fuckin' liars got the audacity to say they want me pound for pound, but first you need a pound
Bitch, you keep on going..
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Hold on to my bumper, and bare-foot skid across the road
Till you can't walk without gullet? pillows up under ur toes
A country trap pass to you is like a freak show
But, I've seen scales up close like an iguana through a peephole
Fuck wit it ya midget
u comin up very short
But, fuckin wit cha head is just a vocabulary sport, see
My sword swings in the form of the lord's beat
I record this war scene to the ba? the dirt like a boar's feet, I
Chop and I drop on the beat with a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
If you wanna run, motherfuckin run
If you wanna come then you better not hesistant, cuz
"I'm not the one" - N'ah
See me in a magazine
You haters dream, creams peg a magazine and
That you'll be shootin for
Cuz I'm that crutch you suckas lean on
Ya think I'm goin to budge
Ya fucked, just dream on, yah
Can't tell you how hot it's been,
All I know is that I make eskimo's sweat when I grab a pen
When it's below 10 degree's
Act like I haven't blessed you,
Pretend, sneeze walk on the beat bent knee's
Lanlord still buggin, can I get the rent please
I told her I got the money in my jeans
Don't worry I spit sixteens like zip zeems,
(Hucktt pow)
I fossilise emcee's
T-Rex knock, I leave water in cups ripplin'
Sent you on vacation just to ask "are you trippin? "
She only became your teacher just to pass you
Tell your bitch she should keep her eyes closed
I'm a fireman, I put the water inside these hoes
Put her face in the canon, like alamo
Took a picture of her drinking whisky in designer clothes
I told her I would take her out for sushi rolls
But I fed her dog food, straight alpo
WHAT? Did I lie to her too much
Confide in her too much
She said I was riding with the bugs
My pride was hiding my love
But I believe I'm alive,
I'm alive,
You ain't live enough to fuck with these poor pimp
And these hoes I'm allowed to fuck
Could it be the way that I fuck with a big dick
Switch the position
Let me bring it like Slick Rick
Watch, get on all fours baby
You know how we do it shorty
No I don't have a Mercedes
But I know how you like Bacardi
Hop up in the bucket seats
Let me make room for you
Walmart white panties let me move them for you
Alabama I'm a bring the fucking truth home
So tell me Yela what would you like on your tombstone
You were looking for a fight to pick with me
[robot]
the united states army has issued a warning
three nuclear bombs have been launched from north koreaand will hit
orlando, florida, las vegas, nevada, and new york city, new york
this will expire at 5 o'clock a.m. eastern standard time
please get to an underground shelter or a fallout shelter at this time
once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by north korea
and will hit orlando, florida, las vegas, nevada, and new york city, new york
this will expire at 5 oclock am eastern standard time
[yelawolf]
i am...
i am the american eagle, eyes of a sparrow
right hand branch, left hand arrow
chasing a dollar, and an impala
white trash heart throb, mellow yellow
drinking hard liquor, brauds get on my level
i'm hotter than the bottom side of a whistlin' kettle
they threw a mountain at me, i got hit with a pebble
sent me to hell, and i shit on the devil
try to bury my chevy box but i won't buckle
and that's a deep hole bitch, bring your own shovel
long gone, i'm grown up, and i'm gone cut you
but a grown lady, but if you want a blade then holmes fuck you
fuck you till you can't take a shit
yeah i'm a fucking big body tsunami, better anchor the ship
aim for the ankles and wrist, i came for the dangerous shit
i claimed to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that i grip
slang for the pain of a trip that took the ? and a whip
i became what i came to get the chains for the chain i give
a quarter for your thought, appreciate the contribution
slumerican, i'd appreciate the constitution
alleviate the crew when, i leave a page in ruins
to eat alone, i guess i own each and every room in
the house i built with hopes, no ifs
so i stand with a giant like a king, no stilts
if i'm generation x, i'm selling ex, no pills
dopeman chopping up lines you don't sniff
read'em, i'm bringing back booklets and hookless, lyrics
so you can be certain just in case you didn't hear it
but what he says, come again? what is that?
come to earth, touchdown, i might be your one and back
because you have been running back, stay cool enough to wear
toboggans as a summer hat
steady on the throne i rap, hope there's no one under that
rock that i roll, mosh pit flow
girls on your shoulders get topless at the show
fuck your mop and glow, can't mop a dirt road
it only makes mud, raised around a deer
i know how to chase bucks
babysitter, 16, taught me how to make fuck
at 7, i've been raising hell
so i can make it to heaven
pick up a 2-liter but i only need the plastic
i know how to make bombs with the ? acid
butterfly effect over hurricane's magic
tornado pathin', rearview mirror of my '87 classic
i'm talking about gadsden
[hook]
i can't seem to get you off my mind
turn on the station, but i'm still facing ?
everbody seem to lost their mind
it's hard to handle, so i, change the channel on the
radio.... cause internet killed the radio star
radio.... and youtube, killed the video star
hit the radio
we can make a, make a video
now i'm a star
hit the radio
we can make a, make a video
now i'm a star
[verse 1]
picture me rollin' pac, it's funny how time has changed
everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave
it used to be you and biggie, chili pepper's give it away
now we got ten year-olds sitting back in a chair like “those were the days”
and though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch
and i'm in the am, flipping through the a.m. like i lost my crutch, limpin'
cause i can't walk straight if i can't turn it up, sippin'
i need some gin and juice, snoop dogg, i brought my cup
what's up, ah ha, okay, shut up
cause i think we had enough of radios and lunch with the love bugs
well let me give you a big hug
bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs
and play some group home or something
and give your mom's old ? or something
[hook]
[verse 2]
you'll never hear black star cause the program director is mostly deaf
and you'll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of the bible belt
but that's when the light is filled, so let it shine
let em' rhyme, let em' hustle, let em grind
let em' roam with the truth sometimes
sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art
and you didn't even know you a window till a tornado blew it apart
if eric clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no harm
then i can write about drugs, i can rap about girls
i can sing about fleeing cars
not that my money is large
let's talk about broke is a joke
let's talk about gettin' evicted, everything owned thrown out on the road
and maybe that there goes gold
shit maybe it's bad i'm sold
but they don't want to see the green leaves from pirates
oh no, hold up
[hook]
[bridge]
pick up the change, pick up the change
ride in a chevy cause i'm sick of the range
catfish billy come pick up the name
come inside, if your sick of the rain
turn the radio off and don't complain
it's all a replay, it's all the same
got one drag, on a runaway train
on a one way street better pick your lane
[verse 3]
yeah, but you could let me pick your brain
and we could be that rolling stone
mix'em up with janis joplin
let 'em harmonize like bone
or we could just leave it alone
let it take on a life of it's own
or we could be that world class wreckin' cru
tell 'em to turn the lights back on
Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his ammo
They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
(Hook) X2
Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
11:30 and I'm pullin up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well one of them bitches be fuckin one of my homeboys favorite bitches
and has been on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
he told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
he said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit... Biscuit!
(Hook) X2
Two men stand, one's gotta go
One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the road
Momma better call the police
Now he's screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed field
In the valley of the hollowed tip
This aint a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!
Look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
Yela, how's it going?
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like
To put a cyst and desist on this heat that I spit, shit, bitch!
I believe in my wits, enough to believe on my kids
Won't be home till christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no santa clause, no m'am, no problems
I'm stuck in play like a fair ball
Know you love to call it trails and hip hopin in the south
But this country rap tunes
Got a bitch in the back room with a open mouth ah
But sacrifice it all and lord knows it
With my life on the bullseye
Make a camera be jealous of my focus
And that's shady if you ain't notice
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named otis
In a traffic jam, I got my lane open
It came with the same token
You did and crack the bank open
When they said the rap game was in the drought
I was swimming in so much dope I had break my life and test it out
Like, look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
Yela, how's it going?
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
Get a work out bitch, run your lips
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me trip
You window shopping and can't see the gift
When the shit is sitting in front of your face
Like see me in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be solarickly
This whole shit started out real, bitch bet I can
And I do it with casio and a farmers tan and
On the top of the hundred grand, fuck bet I stand
And I made it through cause I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box
But it that's a bad start food stamps in the packed lunch
On some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it
Hard
Don't make one of these sloos go and intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you internet goons
I'm spring loaded with the assult of an old man drinkin a fifth
And stepin with my knee in an old van like hey
Look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
Yela, how's it going?
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
A couple of loose screws ain't stopping a train from moving
A couple of bucks short of a bill and I'm still one hundred proofing
Under the heat like I been metal roofing in a trench coat and a black
Hooded
Head banging to heavy metal music
I'm now home thank god bamma it's home throwing rocks out the window
On 20, that's a milestone hello tomorrow,
Yesterday is now gone, I dedicate this song to me
Fuck how wrong, shoe laced up with the
Mainstream lace up, with the same team
That I came up with, bang what
Changed the game up, like a change up
With a pain that a drain on to bitch you better remain up
Bang what!, use to help weezy back up 50 pounds,
Green bay backin a bowl up
A broke soul packin the couch
But the landlord used to get me out
But I went from back at my house
To back to your house bitch, like
Look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all
Yela, how's it going?
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
Marijuana, Marijuana, fuck
20 pounds in the trunk
Momma been growin' that skunk
Green room looks like a warzone
Dirty water drips from the hydro pumps
Daddy got me sweepin' leaves
Pickin' up shake,
Makin tea, brownies, cookies,
Serving all the hippies
Nickel sacks
Bet, hit me Dixie boy
Smoker's toy
Paraphonilia, you enjoy
Grow it pack it then deploy
Summertime job, come get employed
Evidence destroyed
Family biz evidently boy
Duckin' in the police boy
All for the love of
Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack it up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feelin' stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana
Can't get caught by the Rosco
So we stuffin' this green like a taco
Feelin' like we hit a brick lotto
Putting dents in the street like a pot hole
We pot hold, in the backwoods
2 tone box Chevy with the black hood
Seats come out all packed up
P's for the 18 like a Mac truck
You a dope boy? So what
If I gave you my connect
You'd blow up
Sawed off layin' flat on the sofa
They'll twist that lid like a soda
Uncle Critter putting plugs on the motor
We gotta get to Tennessee no holdups
We ain't getting rich bitch
We getting over
All for the love of
Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack it up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feeling stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana
Crowbar sits in the carjack
Fill the gas tank up with a fun pack
Son I don't wanna see you til' you come back
If you get caught, you know where the money's at
Throwing loose rocks on a dirt road
Police on your throat like a chokehold
Rollin' through town with a boatload
I'm feelin' like a trailer park mogul
Sweat can't roll down the windows
Cause the doors jammed up with the elbows
I think I see cops, I can't tell though
If I ride too close, they'll smell dope
My phone blowin' up, I promise
They waitin' on the package from the runner
I made enough just for the summer
All for the love of
Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack if up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feelin stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
[Intro]
Yeah, land of the free
Home of the hard, home of the tough
Survivors
[Verse 1]
We some gun toting, church going
Eighteen wheel rolling
Bag slangin, flag waving
At the dinner table praying
Old school yard fighting
Beer drinking, hell-raising
Hard working, blue collar
Earn it all, due paying
Illegal weed smoking
Dope cooking dirt dealers
On the corner Bible preachers
Hollywood dream seekers
Money what I'm swimmin in
Rock and roll all the time
Straight from the assembly line
[Hook]
And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A
A manufactured dream, a fraction of us need
We got it made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A
Isn't it great, how we got it made?
[Verse 2]
We some nine to five back breaking
Food stamp line waiting
Convict time giving
Underage time taking
Neighborhood gang-banging
Subway graffiti painting
Big cars, street stars
Young dirty money making
Old money home taking
Clothes in the ? throwing
Late on the rent paying
Foul mouth word saying
One-way street paving road to success
But you gotta do some concrete laying
[Hook]
[Bridge]
She's been eating lies we fed her
She'd be full, but nothing's helping
Knew she wanted something better
But still she took a second helping
Now she's well-known, broke, and cold
? jackets full of holes
And no one knows
[Verse 3]
Single mother child raising
From a stripper pole swinging
Daughter's in the red light
Coats for the cold season
She don't speak, no reason why
Because no one will ever know
[Hook 2]
And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A
It's every mother's dream to see her daughter on her knees
We got it made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A
Isn't it great, how we got it made?
[Outro]
That's how it's made in the U.S.A
That's how it's made
We got it made
Hook
Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds(Eminem: Raise it!)
You like to judge, but I find that you don't ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh)
Kiss my ass if you ain't on our side (Eminem: Kiss it!)
We'll be on all sides
Surround you, this is low class pride
Hey girl I like that famous hoodie, do it come in camo?
A pack of Camels and I'm goodie with a little Daniels
The Chevy wired got the 24 tires
24 hours wired ain't tired
Bottles on floor smoke swirling spirals around the wood panels
Every porch got an old man picking on them teeth with a switchblade
Cut your hand hopping the barbed wire fence
You fix that motherfucker up with some grip tape
Shaved heads and dreads it's all good my town
Gotta get some blood on your shoes
If you wanna be you wanna eat good in my town
Got a good memory you solve that problem with a lil liquor
Lil sister gone hungry no more
Ever since my hands got a lil quicker
Snatch a meal and a pack to calm the nerves
How you gonna pay when time is all you earn?
Hook
Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds (Eminem: Raise it!)
You like to judge, but I find that you don't ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh)
Kiss my ass if you ain't on our side (Eminem: Kiss it!)
We'll be on all sides
Surround you, this is low class pride
Most you people don't know shit
About the cabins in the boonies and the muddy footprints
Following to your doorstep when your momma
Out of work and can't pay the rent
Asking how we gonna make some stacks
So we make mistakes pay the tab
They putting dollars on our heads, crack our heads everyday
Mr. Sherriff take it back
I never done shit but grind boards and party, how you gonna ask me where I'm going?
My buddy JC down on the block, and early release (???) showing
(???) smog in the air leaves that chemical on your tongue
We ain't dumb but round these parts ain't much to become
So we party, we drink, we smoke when we young
Yeah buddy ain't nothing like where I'm from
Hook
Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds (Eminem: Raise it!)
You like to judge, but I find that you don't ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh)
Kiss my ass if you ain't on our side (Eminem: Kiss it!)
We'll be on all sides
Surround you, this is low class pride
I'm like déjà homie, my views ain't changing, I'm still me
Still got the touch but you know I give a fuck if you feel me
The real me will never leave, I just moved outta Warren
Brought white trash to high class
How the fuck you ignore him?
My neighbors looking at me funny, I guess the tats are abnormal
You're so formal
You ain't worn a wife beater before huh?
The ketchup stains on yo jeans add character
Don't let them (???) embarrass ya
I'm a marriage of everything you claim is wrong with America
From the old trailer in Kansas to living mansion to mansion
I give a damn, me and Yela got the tramps giving in, dancing
Smack a bitch to the ground if she trips that's good old fashion ho down
Slow down? How can I?
My whips too quick, I give a shit if I'm disturbing yo town
Whoa now, I'm so loud, the belligerent asshole
Man, this fuckin' bitch took off
Fuckin' with some college graduate
Punk ass, Abercrombie wearin' motherfucker
Left me broken hearted in the chevy
It's all good though, know why?
I got me bitch
Both of us was in the same class
In 02 in Antioch Nash-Ville
I wanted you so bad
That I forgot to mind my manners
Everybody wanted them panties
Every guy was hopin' to land it
We would flirt around and touch hands
Until we fucked around and took Xanax
And that's when you
Began to drive me bananas
I was in denial, it's apparent
You began to lie to your parents
You should know that I can't live
Without you holdin my name
Now my hearts in control of my brain
And I can't hold it in the lanes
Rollin' down 20 main
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin' 120 main
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby, I'm givin' up
Baby, what is happenin'?
Don't you believe in us, don't you believe in us?
She said, "I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough
Love is not enough"
Used to fuck so much we missed school
You was there when I needed you
I was there when you needed me
We were inseparable
When I was broke with no fuckin' food
You was tough enough to be cool
Skate holes all in my shoes
Dope boys had me confused
I was in love with hip hop
You was in love with that too
What made it come to a stop
Had to have been the money issue
Bitch, and I really miss the rain
I gave you all of my soul
And all I got left is a key chain
Rollin' down 20 main
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin' 120 main
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby, I'm givin' up
Baby, what is happenin'?
Don't you believe in us, don't you believe in us?
She said, "I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough
Love is not enough"
Who the fuck are you fuckin' now?
Bet he's always taken you out
College educated and proud
Me, well, I'm just a drop out
Can't really blame you for buggin'
Ain't I the dirt on your rug and
Just a place to wipe your shoes and
Give me all your throw away lovin'
Back to my buzzin' and druggin'
Back to my gutter with nothin'
Back to the rut all the sudden
Cracks in the covenant trustin' me
You ain't gotta worry 'bout
Sharin' this success with Wayne
And that was just petty change
But I still feel the pain
Rollin' down 20 main
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin' 120 main
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby, I'm givin' up
Baby, what is happenin'?
Don't you believe in us, don't you believe in us?
She said, "I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough
[kid rock - hook]
yeah, i'm throwed off
aint about the money i'ma blow it off
i made my own lane, let's roll, lets roll
yeah, i'm going off
aint got a whole lot but i'mma show it off
better recognise game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll
[yelawolf - verse 1]
yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around
how i was raised, 808 drums quaking they shake that box 88
and the dope boys hotter than hells gate but i still in the shade
with a fold up chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
a-l-a b-a-m-a i'm off i might pee in the lake
i might go to talladega and see me a race
bring me case, yeah i'm bringing a case
i'm gettin' throwed off
[kid-rock hook]
yeah, i'm throwed off
aint about the money i'ma blow it off
i made my own lane, let's roll, lets roll
yeah, i'm going off
aint got a whole lot but i'mma show it off
better recognise game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll
[yelawolf - verse 2]
and i'm all the way throwed off
z71 take the bow off
dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that chevy
yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball
split you in my overalls
yeah home of the gumbo, got a couple folks that'd do it to you for hundo
that dixie cups gonna fall off the console
you don't wanna have a convo and not understand that 'bama slanguage
like hollerin' aint it, but i come to paint it so it won't be throwed off?
[kid rock - hook]
yeah, i'm throwed off
aint about the money i'ma blow it off
i made my own lane, let's roll, lets roll
yeah, i'm going off
aint got a whole lot but i'mma show it off
better recognise game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll
[yelawolf - verse 3]
i'm just a kid that rocks
i'm just a boy with a dream
you bet it all with the last bill that i had hid in my socks
used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
now i bang beretta's, she's 22 and i keep her in a tube top
white trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off
like how the f-ck did i get a catalogue with more hits than a f-cking jackhammer dog
cause i planned it all, crimson tide standing tall
shit, i'm another lit cannon ball
f-ck around and i'm going off and i'm getting throwed off
[kid rock - hook]
yeah, i'm throwed off
aint about the money i'ma blow it off
i made my own lane, let's roll, lets roll
yeah, i'm going off
aint got a whole lot but i'mma show it off
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out x 2
How ya feeling billy?
Guess billy's feeling good
And I'm looking around this club like
Man I wish a motherfucker would!
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, brick wall, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yea tell em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking jack while I'm feeling the vibe
Drinking jack, holding pills
Fuck with my, motor skills
Can't drive, hold the wheel
Hey, somebody come let me out
Call me gay? can't talk
Homie ya, can't walk
Marijuana, fuck y'all
Hey somebody come let me out
Ain't it beef? meat racks
Kill em all, big macs
Shady bitch, quick raps
Tell your mama don't worry about ya
She'll be a couple of minutes,
She's good to walk around the club with yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Just a little while mama)
Oh, somebody come let me out (haha)
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, brick wall, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yea tell em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking jack while I'm feeling the vibe
Alabama, neighborhood
Load it up, wish you would
Big body, grippin wood
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cadilacs, chevrolets, famous bama made
Country fresh, all day
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cocaine, eric clapton
Rock n roll, what's happening?
These nuts, fuck rapping!
I ain't vaine, I'm just saying
I'm saying something about a motherfucker
Who has been a value to something that I like
You can suck a dick, a lot
Whole bunch, whole bunch of them motherfuckers
Heart of disie,
Dj frank white and m16 let's go!
1, 2, 3, 4 hey!
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking jack while I'm feeling the vibe x 2
Hey, somebody come let me out
Roll down the window in the Chevy and I listen to the critics but they really wasn't saying shit
Buddy, I'm a gutter motherfucker from an Alabama creek, you don't know who you're playin' with
They talk so much that I bet one of these pebbles under me get laryngitis
The wave is so contagious, so who gave it? Apparently I did
Put fish in the back of my boat, I'm a fisherman, I'm a reel 'em in, mackerel
I'm a give 'em ten minutes, then put 'em back in the water there, just to see 'em all float
And kinda like mixtapes in the back of my trunk, buddy, yeah, I got 'em all sold
In Alabama with an arm and hammer, swimmin' in propaganda, I got 'em all, whoa
Promenade, country boy, get out of my way, gallon of sweet tea, a packet of lemonade
Smackin' a faggot, I crack a bat on the pen and page, no homo, anyway
Any stage, rip it any way, the independent way, look, have you seen his Js?
Footwork, send 'em in a rage, feelin' like a millionaire on minimum wage
Don't need a Mercedes to take your girl, my Chevy is sick, Earl
I love to play with my mullet, while she sip syrup
Hold up, Alabama funk make you lose your teeth like a Mountain Dew soda
Some saltines wanna live in the box, but guess what, I'm the cracker who showed up
And we could take it to Dakota, small towns, we can take it over
Yeah, ten million rocks, bet it up, we can make it a boulder
A shadow's hangin' over your shoulders, and we about to roll that over
And when the bitch come flyin' down the hill, you better burn wheels like somebody told ya
Keys, goin' to grab 'em, Shits Creek, don't leave the paddle
Get a poncho for the rain of battles, go Tonto, go get the saddle
'Cause I been on my travels since Adam bit the apple
Feelin' like I got the biggest dick in the world and I can't even fit a Magnum
(Lemon!) My mama smokin' weed like a chim-I-ney, call her Ma Marley
Like (Yeah mon!), yeah we got trees and a couple kegs if you wanna party
Right (Here mon!), pop a trunk, Papa Doc, we know you don't give a fuck
Happy Friday The 13th
Muthafuckers
Go to sleep little boy don't cry
Like shadows on the wall
Don't look under your bed
Hear footsteps in the hall
Somebody's gonna come get me
And take me to the woods in the fall
Don't look under your bed
Crucifix on the wall
Could it be in my mind
My time has gone by
Slayed in the field, left here to die
What if momma finds me like this
Wonder this dirts still alive
I don't know how to resist
All of these thoughts that are running through my little mind
Trouble on the show, scared for my life
Still I want war
In a world that could feel like a fucking cage
I just sit in silence
Instead of tryna to escape I became crazy and started smiling
Took a knife to the back when I turned around I held somebody close
But I bled just enough to live, half man, half ghost
And the dream is dark, fuck it, into the dark I go
You want me to be a monster and kill em?
You want me to be the one with the blade?
You want me to stand up and scream
You begged for me to go into a rage
Well, hand me the machete then right now
I'll walk into the house and lay 'em down
Bring you the head of every victim man, woman, child
I will not deceive you
God said I'll never leave you
And since I can't see you
Then I'll have to believe you
Yeah I've got a dream and I've seen many many nightmares unfold
But fear has no hold, on this dream that I control
I control
I control
I control
Goodbye nightmares
Bye bye nightmares
Goodbye nightmares
Bass
Who the one from the pine, whaddup yall?
I'm the one from the grind, How low yall
Low below the Dixie line, fuck with me, I'll show ya how to pull the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy
I'm catfish bitch
I am back in this
These steak knife (who?) pump action
Nadda nothin buddy don't even try to bother (holler) him
I told you I'm catfish, I'm quick to swaller (swaller) him
Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)
Worse than gun shells like Bush in Baghdad
My bazooka got the chopper in Zone
Bake Chili muffins like a motherfuckin hoe
Glass breakin I have your mother duckin low
Back down haha now that's a motherfuckin joke
Southern boys got hot butter for your soul
Cracker barrel bullet dynamite so lets go
[Chorus]
My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin
Rear view mirrors got the world sittin crooked
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweaters
I'm playin those haters
I got that gator
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
[End Chorus]
Give me the keywood, these kicks are tempting
I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of Jim Beam
Knockers drop me, models are modeling
I can't get a seat so make me start wobbling
You want it bad well then I give you my pickle
I took off the chain now I can't pedal my bicycle
Ain't got no pedro, still get it crunk though
Leavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfolds
I know that amplifiers heated up
I know the DJ wanna speed it up
My shits snappin, it ain't snap music
But you can lean back and throw it up, come on
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys
Raised up by gun lovers who load up bananas boy
Drivin them jettys and throwin Ds on them cadillacs
Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that battle back
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm Southern
I'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevy's daily
Hollar at g, burnin tires
Burnin tires, I'm trashy I'm trashy, on fire
Yeah
I'll stick em good, I'll show em up
I'll show em hood, I don't give a fuck
I'm from the trailer park
I help king
I don't get any part
So I just better leave
Daling daling dalinga ring ring
Cellular blowing up they wanna dinga ling
I'm a limousine
The pimple of the leading team
We number one of all 7 of dicks of my f-family
[Hook:]
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself
Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I'm the only person fucking with me!
[Verse 1:]
In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray
Sh sh shhhhhh shut up muthafucker don't disrespect these country ways
Yeah! Alabama, if ya ain't know,
I ain't hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low
Yeah, I'm the theme show
Stereotypical beanpole
Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glow
From all the Mountain Dew that I consume
From a mason jar, in a racing car, chase it with a tall ice brew
Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally
Trash bag full of Freon, I'm huffin' puffin' on potpourri
That gummo's squeaky swingin' gate in front of that trap house
Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that Lac out
[Hook:]
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself
Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I'm the only person fucking with me!
[Verse 2:]
Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet trunk I'm hiding
About ten bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment
Came to the game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill
That's the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill'd
Siding on the single wide got icicle steel, too cold
Gotta kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf?
Daddy's in jail again for shuffling pills, we know
Man I've only come to give you a peep show, (in this world)
I run across the South, like a wild stream, smiling
I've seen more colorful mushrooms than a child's dream
On an island, desolate left behind
Cause my state, is a state of crime
God said, 1979, go change the minds (in this world)
[Hook:]
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself
Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I'm the only person fucking with me!
[Verse 3:]
Yelawolf. Hi, my name is
President O'Bama I'm so shameless
I'm taking it all so what am I saying
I'm the voice of every small town (in this world)
Like a light and a pipe with a mic and take flight in this life
What a sight, put a vice grip lock on my right to fight despite
The way you may feel about sights and sounds that I might put down
About prices found on a sack of that white
Heaven is a place in a 7 11, I can never get away from hell
Found hell in the bible-belt and found love in a 6-pack up on the shelf
Went to the seashore to see more but Leroy didn't seem sure to me
So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the Tee
Converted him y'all, I gave him convertible thoughts
When he saw that big buck hangin' on the wall (Yeah)
I'm off by a millimeter
I'm on by a million light years and 2 liters a pint of moonshine
I ride a 2 seater, take a ride (in this world)
[Hook:]
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if I ever need something, I'm a get it for myself
Cause I'm the only person thinking 'bout me
It's getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody's looking at me
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself
[Raekwon:]
Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme man
You know what it do man
Just sit back, relax
Yelawolf what up
Raekwon in the building
[Yelawolf:]
I'm Alabama's own buddy
Flinstone Caprice, 1987 cuddi
Backyard moonshine steel
Methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal clear?
Chipped tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs
Who wanna see you killed type of evil
Confederate flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows down
Why is he playing Beanie Siegel?
Cause his daddy was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about
Moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street work
And he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap spot
Chevys on the center blocks
Still doing donuts
In the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group home
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch
[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherfucker would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would
Hell, naw!
I wish a motherfucker would
[Raekwon:]
Now let me tell you something youngsters
I'm never gunna sell you something
Unless it's that snow white
We might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood with it
Be at your door quick
Four on your jaw
I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas
Your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut
All up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em alone
He brought me along
Rap, he got it
I'm the crew pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles
We bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face
I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas
Just some Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin
Where niggas get drunk
And hold me down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal
Scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle though
[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherfucker would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would
Hell, naw!
I wish a motherfucker would
[Yelawolf:]
Preshate it Rea
Sling shot me in quick
Like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta itchy back
Get busy crack
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta call my black
I got direction
I'm a road map I'm an almanac
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
Fuck all of that
WU-TANGS's in Bama bitch
Get a grip handle it
Yelas in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the cannabis
Make a wish the candles lit
White boys follow this
Mamas thirty-eight-six
Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline
[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherfucker would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would
Hell, naw!
It's your Yelawolf partner catfish bizzle got these ho's poppin. Poppin up like an echo.Keep them gassed up yeah I'm pumping them with the petrol nickle bag dippin I'll meet ya down at the Citgo yeah I sell a little yeah that's how I lick em yeah that's what I give them yeah that's how I sick em throwing a hot potatoe these hot potatoes I ship em from a bucket I lift them these home fries I hit em ketch up you hungry then you better lick em, you wanna see a cracker up close there's a picked one speaking of a picked one we get up crunk way it up freestyles bitch I can make a ton rappers like football it's a tricky punt but kick it up crimson tides already won bistro I'm a deadly gun rat rat rat pussy boy you a ready cunt don't make me reach for my machette son I cut students cut two bucks like I was Jackie Chan or Jackie chane pull back and bang I'm droppin change with a hand full of thoughts like I had a second brain so go head and take a crack at Wayne it won't drop that's a gun shot and you lack at aim from the back of the train to the caboose ya pull em out the game fuck bits I pull em out of the strange fuck it I pull them out of there lane now your playing chicken with a hot rod oh my god I went with a metal frame faggots you need a training bra just look at how your titties hang I'm a grown man I just let my nuts swang bust another tooth ahh that's another hockey puck slang how you get ice in alabama man cause I'm the fucking truth god bitch I freeze anything refrigerator parry is back again spread grey pupone all over your fucking cellaphane I'm serving yellow like the dope man figure this mutha fucka like cold train middle finger thumb hear my pain when the horns blow it's like a porn show I'm butt naked hip hop will never be the same
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, once upon a time not long ago,
My grandmother told me one day I'd change
I felt like she was coming down on me
So I told her no, I'd be the same
Not knowing she was only trying to help
Motivate me to excel and climb
I was thinking she was the one trapped
While I was stuck in the cage of my mind
Man if I would've known what I know now
I would have brought my head down out of that cloud
Told her thank you and that I loved her
But I was too cool and too damn proud
What a fool I was in fact
I've changed so much, now looking back
I wish somebody I thought was cool
Was cool as she was when she told me that
[Hook:]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what's inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you're hot, but you're too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
[Verse 2:]
Baby girl don't know much about
What it would take to become a star
Hollywood is so far fetched
Too long of a drive in an old car
Work every day but you barely eat
Going over lines from a script you read
Your boyfriend said it's a silly dream
But how can you dream when you never sleep
You're looking in the mirror and you're picturing a light show
A glimpse in the lens of a camera
Behind the scenes of life as a tightrope
Yea you walk a thin line
But a thin line is all you need
A thin line in an Indy movie
Just a break for somebody to see the
Talent inside, the ballad of a diary you write
The by and by is just another day for a normal girl
But for you it's another day that you tried
Aside from the fact that you ride in the back of a bus
Sometimes cause your car won't work
Well maybe you should take that bus to L.A.
And put your dreams first because...
[Hook:]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what's inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you're hot, but you're too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
[Verse 3:]
Black and white, everything is black and white
Broke down, simple and plain
Most of us lost with a curious brain
Curiosity is looked at as strange
Stuck in a lane, but you can't complain
While you look at another passing train
Wondering how, where's it going?
Wishing you were inside, packed and rolling
To another place, but your time is chosen
To live low key, 'cause your dream is stolen
They don't understand, they believe in loathing
Lounging, loafing, waiting, hoping
Homie if the grass is greener
Look, the gate is open
You're waiting for God to release the ocean
Sitting on the beach two feet from floating
But I see you...
[Hook:]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what's inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you're hot, but you're too cool
I see you!
I see you!
Yeah (burr)
Go white girl, its ya birthday [x2]
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Go white girl, its ya birthday
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Holleratche mane
So I got this twelve pack (burr)
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin, I just wanna party
[Verse 1 - Yelawolf]
Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale
Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she wont kiss and tell
[inaudible], pack the pack and drink the ale
Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell
Dont think I can lean my chair
Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin rappers
You don't wanna see me there
Blindside em, blindside em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail
You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face
I come from the bottom, you aint gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train
Reachin for the bottles baby, tell me what you want again
[Chorus]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Got ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted its scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Lets party like its 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip imma hippopotamus, I'm roarin up that rinoshorus
Shes jockin and its obvious, I land in your metropolis
Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies
She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney
I'm 80 bottles shawty
I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up
Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns
We came here with 5 of em, i leave out with 9 of em
Thats 14,Im keeping em around all morning till i get tired of em
[Chorus]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Got ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
[Verse 3 - Yelawolf]
Cocanie on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs
Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot
Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin
Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time
To put em in the mood, to put em in the car
Take em to the house and (what)
Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth
How we do it down south and (what)
I'm always going going,
Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
Crop dusting on the Boeing
Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)
Cook it up, make a meal(ey)
Gettin stupid, gettin silly
Drinkin beer(ey), also chile
Fucked up but I'll tell you that I cant complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained
[Chorus]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Got ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
(Gucci Mane) (Outro)
Bama!
We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah)
Yellow, Gucci (BURR)
On behalf of alabama i just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this bitch
M16, dj frank white, my name is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
[verse 1: yelawolf]
This morning i woke up feeling like that i never had a fuckin' dime
Like i didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do i feel like i never had marshall mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to believe that i could be one of the top 5
Maybe when i tell myself i'm one of the best, i'm just lyin'
When my uncle buddy call and ask, i say i'm just fine
But i feel like i haven't made it, uncle but i'm just tryin'
Or maybe i'm just not used to having shit i never had
Li'l Jon
It's the boy Li'l Jon (Yeah! )
Got my patna Yelawolf wit' me (Wassup Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go!
Yelawolf
[Yelawolf - Verse 1]
You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong wit' you now? What, you ain't happy wit' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP wit' a fuckin' Jack bottle?
Wit' Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch wit' a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why they're so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics wit' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They prob'ly think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me
Go ahead: What the fuck does it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin'
Two tens, that's a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on me... for me, not you
Li'l Jon
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
Up in the club
Yela
Still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
Wit' one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin'
Two tens, that's a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on me... for me, not you
Li'l Jon
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
Up in the club
Still don't give a fuck
Yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck)
It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah)
Still don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Li'l Jon)
(We rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a fuck)
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a fuck)
Yeah, i just thought it was appropriate to
Just to give a shout out, show my appreciation to the fathers
You know i hear a lot of rappers saying
Or brag about not having kids
But guess what, i do!
So i'd like to sing this record out
To all the daddies, you know the real daddies
Taking care of shit
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees, b boys, like me
Street artists and magazines, dj's with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Hard ways working, daddy's gone
To the brick legging, dirt digging,
Burglar flipping in the fucking kitchen
Just to get that friday
So you could bring back what was missing
Every day, it'll be my kids day,
End of the moth is day
And if you don't get back to work on time
They tax you for that month's wage
For the d boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing grind
But you was on the trying to put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby jays, in the that's how we raise
If you could be a feed in a french drive
When that train has passed away, i've got to say
Yeah, to all my closest friends
And all the father figures in my life
You know i really, i just wanna say thank you, yo, for real
Happy father's day, no matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause i ain't never had a second to forgive my dad
I can't help her to believe in myself
Is not really good choice
But no matter i be in the building
When i came to the world i knew a dad
But i never would imagine i will be young dad
And i grew up like weed a over night, through the crack in the concrete
Look at me, young dad
Tell me how to walk away from a child
And i'll tell you how to walk away from a million doll dad
If you can walk away from a million bucks then you never give a fuck
You dumb luck dad
To look up and see your man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a motherfucking dad
So why did he push you, and teach you how to fight
If you didn't fight, fucking right, it's a good dad
Gotta take a second now show love to the trailer park apartment .. Dads
Or man who ain't got a lot but in a minute
He would drop it all, do anything he could do
Jesus, when i go to mama who never had a real dad
Don't take it out in the
You may be even the man when he's only tryna become
A real daddy
Cause it ain't easy
But it's a blessing man
Makes you work hard
To all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
Happy father's day, no matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drops stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit, it's not a dream
She thought to herself, what is happening?
Above her head there's a crucifix
But Lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your loving mother, under the covers, under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered?
She stuttered
Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame
Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game
Growin' up in the gutter
And you ain't gotta be from the projects to deal with this non-sense
Cause even in suburbia, somebody will murder ya over nothing
Leave your body slumping in the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pit to swallow and digest
The town is full of drug dealers
Most of them are shot in the process
Hussle
And robbing motherfuckers like they're having a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied her up on
Cause he showed her all the pills he got for
She told her cousin, and her cousin grabbed a gat and a mag
Kicked in his door, laid him down,
Ran off with all that he had
Used to be ballin, now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that?
Middle-class white bitch slangin her body for crack
For drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells, and then the blood
Clot fails,
Biggest meth bust on the east coast, right here in the
My lyrics approved, growin' up in the gutter
You think you can define how hard you got it
By what neighborhood you live in mother fucker?
Wake up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame
Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game
Growin' up in the gutter
Slumerican in I am
Drug through the mud like a I am
Was a child who was beaten, I am
Leather belts that made me, I am
Home or gone again at 8, I am
Somebody's life to wait, I am
Given to the beast by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the cold in the dark, I am
The one who sold his I am
From a family torn apart, I am
A target for your daughter, I am
Sick again from the whips, I am
Head to the gun and click, I am
That don't run from shit, I am
Exposed to the goats of sea, I am
Met a ghost and he said, I am
In the basement in red, I am
Dead cause the ouija board said
I... A... M
Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame
Dead we are, safe and sound, straight guns, no aim game
burn one, burn one
(Chorus)
good to go (x4)
fresh kicks, (all day)
new fits, (all night)
drop hits, (all day)
then party, (all night)
(repeat)
(Yelawolf)
Walk with a limp but i talk with a lingo
party with a bunch of bad girls in a pinto
run up on a mother fucker wit a dull pencil
sharper than a number 2 on his new Benzo
hit the breaks all the way, you can do an endo
put the bass in yo face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face grab a stencil
you should wanna get a copy the style
ill lend yo ass, the mans so bad
from Alabama with a banjo cocked back
swing bass like a Rambo fix that
i don't want to hear shit buddy that's that
cant get a buzz, well run back to the bar
get another drink, get ready to go
send me ya telephone number bitch
maybe when I'm ready to roll ill hitcha with a totem poll
but right now I'm
Chorus (x2)
(Bun B)
well boy you wanna do shit, lets get to it
you already know ima run right through it
im just like fluid, matter fact like water
come and be real or go lil harder
hide yo girlfriend, wife, or daughter
put em on a plate ima serve your order
line em up, put em in place for the slaughter
game over by the end of the first quarter
wake up hater, rise and shine
ima star boy, you ridin pine
i got your main girl ridin mine
her face in my lap as i recline
its grindin time as i declare
i run my fingers through her hair
i run these streets like marathons
ya gangstas be like hammer gone
(Chorus x2)
(Yelawolf)
dont you know i got Bun B in my front seat
and we got these (poppers on the chrome)
one time for ya boy Pimp C (pockets fulla stones)
i gotta pocket fulla stones cause i fell off my dirtbike
in cargo pants
i rock the microphone literally
litter the track lyrically with bottles cans
pop a band
put a stack on it ill water these plants like aqua man
make a rapper run back to the studio
retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
ill be damned, catfish billy
you don't wanna run if yo rhythm ain't ready
sin syllables, beats edible,incredible, inevitably, GO!
[intro: yelawolf]
this ain't for the good girls gone bad
this one's for the bad girls tryna go good
[hook: poo bear]
how can someone like me so bad just touch a good girl
touch a good girl, you're a good girl
and i know that i don't treat you like i should girl
like i could girl, like my good girl
[verse 1: yelawolf]
here i go again, on my shit again
walking through the mall, acting like a prick again
you had a halter top, i had my famous socks
you came to shop, i came to (?) hop
you had your girl with you, both looking great
i wanted both of y'all, how 'bout a double take
she was hating, looking at me like a scumbag
but something made you wanna turn around and come back
probably cause i just don't give a fuck
i just wanna see one of these hookas in my trunk
so tell your girlfriend “tough luck”
she just wanna see you with somebody dressed up
well, i really ain't into that type of shit
i'm into tattoos, drink until 6
fuck until 9, sleep until 12
and going back to my homies with a story to tell
[hook]
[verse 2: yelawolf]
this shit should've been finished
i'm as surprised as you are that you still let me in it
but you continue to text message me
right after saying that we should move separately
but you don't wanna see me go
even though i've only given you dick and cold cereal
so you must have a thing for lucky charms
or the bad girl in you just fell in my lucky arms
you love to cuss me out and call me crazy
say i'm no good and all of your friends hate me
then you show up to my room and damn near rape me
and then it goes from “fuck you” to “fuck me baby”
you leave early so nobody sees you out the spot
now you stuck between a hard place and a rock
you call me a player but i have lied to you not
cause i'm not a player, i just crush a lot
[hook]
[verse 3: yelawolf]
i'm in jail again, on my johnny cash
some dude was talking shit, i had to whoop his ass
called you in the morning and you just fucking laughed
you think this cute, you love my crazy ass
and i wonder if you'll ever leave my side
cause the more that i ignore you, the more you wanna ride
i tell you that i'm bad but you never ask why
cause you just want the good from a really bad guy
you wanna rock, let's rock and roll, just know
i'm only good at one thing and that's not control
but i am consistent, that's something to be proud of
cause i ain't shit with you and i ain't shit without you
[hook]
[outro: yelawolf]
to all the bad girls, trying to go good
no such thing as a good girl gone bad
just a bunch of bad girls tryna go good
holler at me, mane
hello, my name is yelawolf
i'm a sex addict, it's a disease
there's medication for it and everything
Though many have come there will never be another one quite like... YELA
ROCK!
Everybody get the fuck up
ROCK!
Everybody get the fuck up
ROCK!
Yeah he gonna pop that trunk
Yeah battleship sunk. throwin dirt clock chunks, sling shot rocks
Broke no money lumps. looking at the d-boys with the preety dunks
Slick sit down you aint in the city chump special K make the kitties come
Get ya some get many guns move em out then toast out pinions
Get your own dick, sir wont give a dog a bone,
Sittin on bigger crome yeah than some home
Bird fight pit fight what a good song looking at the world like "what I do wrong"?
Nothin but a mailman truck comin back for the pick up
I'm the gift you can't get rid of
Recline on me hommie I'm a make you sit up,
Get drunk do it!. stage lights are light up scream like...
ROCK!
Everybody get the fuck up
ROCK!
Everybody get the fuck up
ROCK!
Let the beat ride like that,
Yeah I'm a thunderbird never commin back.
Thunder in the trunk thunder in the dope sack
I? serve em up thunder in the dope rap's BOOM!
Big lacs in the tall grass sit with the tyres flat
Real good price buddy you should buy that...
Blink and you might pass my town
Hold in the walking "my crown"
O'bud of all things my sound
Is pickin up like a thirty mile long train slow climb up but such a long reign
So how did I become wolf? pick of all names
What if it began like Ichabod Crane, the headlees horse man runnin untammed like...
ROCK!
Everybody get the fuck up
ROCK!
Everybody get the fuck up
[verse 1: yelawolf]
hell of a day to load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night
and break a bottle with the bullet, yes i'm 'bout it motherfucker
not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
i'm liable just to take a chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles
huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper that could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking
product of a working environment, fuck is y'all thinking?
meaning i'm working-working harder than any artist can ever do it simply cause i'm made that way
i build a house around your ass before you could realize, that you were in the neighborhood that yelawolf made
so call me a redneck and tell your boys about it, tell'em i'm an alabama wanna-be, i be that
i'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you from a motherfucking beanbag, i need that
[hook: yelawolf]
get away
tell my folks roll up the j's
bring yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roofs of the broken (?)
till there's nothing left to say, cause if i don't get away
people will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
drink some, smoke some
you won't have to get away from me
load up the guns, load up the guns
? won't have to get away from me
drink some, smoke some
cause if i don't get away
people will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
[verse 2: shawty fatt]
man, i done been through it all
i'd a been up and know what it is to fall
punk police feeling all on my balls
when i have probable cause i never stand tall
dog, you gotta do something fatt
who would roll with wolf, why you come back?
cause them up there, don't want to play fair
got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumbtack
dumb fatt, dumb ?, criticize a nigga for the crack i sell?
like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well
or eat at all, want to see me fall
cause i see them all dog, them lines
only cause i got catfish on my side
bitch i'm headed up, up to the sky
roll up, let's get high
wavin' them bye, i need that
[hook]
[verse 3: mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out
they put my dick in your mouth
take it back out
put it back in
fuck on the floor
skeet on the couch
so when you ugly motherfuckers ?
this retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with
if you're in, say you're in, (say you're in!)
and if you're in some motherfuckin business
knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, out of luck, you don't do “win”!
not in there, not a nigga, can't compare
so what i do to these bars on these walls
on the scales, in the clubs, in the bars, ?, in the jails
i need that
[Yealwolf - Verse 1]
Would the real slim shady please stand up
And tell these muthaf-ckers why I got signed
Cause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys
Out here tryna imitate my grind
And if you finna feel it when I say that
F-ck you, say something back
What I gotta lose, I'm already the underdog
Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap
F-ck boy, I'm harder than ya momma's f-ck toy
And she's still bitching
I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shit
Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get some
I got the kinky bitch, get crumbs
Yeah here the Shady clique come
They say I'm a dick head
Well it fits why
Cause muthaf-ckers p-ssy ass came up til she gets numb
Any of many styles that I pick from
F-ck it just give me kick drums
Cause Yelawolf aint a rapper
I'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a shit bum
Ex-con
So put ya money on a 'Bama boy
20 West of Atlanta boy
You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler
Winds?
[Chorus]
All the girls I meet
Are falling down them stairs
Said gettin themselves together
They gettin themselves together
(That's why they call me)
Gangsta of Love
Yelawolf and I
On top don't wonder why
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
That's why they call me
(Gangsta of love)
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
That's why they call me
[Yealwolf - Verse 2]
Hold up, my God
Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage
I killin on hennessy lately, KP
You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj
F-ck em all with a sandpaper dick
I dare anybody to come match to this
You couldn't hold a flame to my name bitch
I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick?
I'm treating rappers like loose change
The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch
Like I didn't even know I had that until?
Oh you want some of the south shit?
Well let me show you what the south is
You into sucking dick
Well I'm into getting rich
We could make a good team
Put your money where your mouth is
[Chorus]
[Yealwolf - Verse 3]
I roll out in a t-top two seater
Looking like an american missle seeker
Got back pack packs in my dungerees
Yeah I'mma light a fuse under the disbeliever
Say you don't give a shit good
Cause I don't give two shits neither
You ready let it go, I'm already at your funeral
Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa
Yessir, I'm bonafied
I'mma go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna die
And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip
Baby I don't know what I'ma give but I know I'm gonna try
Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibe
But you know that's a fib yeah, you know that's a lie
What if I buy you drive through popeyes?
Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried?
I'm doing this like I knew I would
And you did too, so you knew you did
If I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throat
And it don't matter who I'm with
Reppin' that area code 256
White trash girls wink with blue eyelids
Because they know Yelawolf can't be f-cked with
But it don't take an asshole to see that shit
[Hook:]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I'm holding close, is so far away from me
They don't want me to lie, but they don't wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[Verse 1:]
Problematic, I'm so problematic that I'm probably a problem addict
Poppin' aspirin cause my head is hurting
Hotel bedroom missing curtains
Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed
In fact it looks like I got into a wrestling match
Empty bottle of Jack, I can tell I did that
I can smell it in fact, it's like death and ass
Think for a minute, then roll over and look
To my left, is an open book, the Bible
To my right is a guilty conscious her name is Brook, my rival
At least I think her name is Brook?
She's asleep and I'm givin' her the lamest look
Move her hair back so I can see her face
Cause it was dark when I met her at the game
It took about five minutes to get her inside the whip
Another five minutes to get up inside the lips
Never tried, really man I really tried to slip out
But it was just thighs and hips
Okay, I was high and shit
On alcohol and a Yelawolf ego-trip
Leave her lying in bed, cause I don't need no kiss
And it's the walk of shame again
[Hook:]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I'm holding close, is so far away from me
They don't want me to lie, but they don't wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[Verse 2:]
Smokin' out, throwin' up
Keep a fifth off in my cup
Trying not to be a simp
But every time I take a sip
I think I'm gonna fall in lust
I'm back and forth like I'm packing a truck
In a house that never runs out of boxes
Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes
And a fresh fit, I'll end up sockless
By the end of the night, flip flopping
I'll B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in
Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means let's get it crockin'
That mini skirt makes any man a flirt
Manicures animal furs and a purse
What could a little bit a smoke and Henny hurt?
You make any jerk make a penny work
Sinister with sin in her
She can leave a devil sitting in the church
On another level not in the earth
Jessica Alba had twins at birth
Trippin' sure, piles of E, ménage-a-trois, piles of three
Waking up again not proud of me
Yeah, I'm a lousy fiend
[Hook:]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I'm holding close, is so far away from me
They don't want me to lie, but they don't wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[Yelawolf]
Hillbilly in Beverly hills
and so Drama beats.
[Yelawolf - Verse 1]
Hold up. Damn rich, peanut butter guts and a Lamorghini, woah
you must have white bread, lets make a sandwich
now, I aint never seen money you got
nobody got that kind of money in the boondocks
so if you take me up show me the Balcony look over
the hollywood valley I'll make your balloon pop
popstars like you, you need a dude like me
to appreciate your wealth
I know you got an elevator in your house
but with me you appreciate the steps
act like you don't wanna see how much of this Jack Daniels you can
handle
you wanna drink and get cut like Rambo
and let me drive your Daddy's Lambo
[Chorus]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
let me see hollywood for real
lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
one thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
[Yelawolf - Verse 2]
You're young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace
got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink
wanna go get breakfast
though you aint never been to waffle house
always hanging in guys and dolls
if you came to the shop, I'll put you in a Chevy AM
reach out to the mall
yeah I came to the club in a pair of Famous jeans and DTA hoody
but I'm off to the party with rogue status looking for Beverly Hills
goody's
Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy
got more bounce than a salamander boy
need a rich girl like I need a headache
but I can take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy
[Chorus]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
let me see hollywood for real
lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
one thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
[Yelawolf - Verse 3]
What you got in that tote bag?
that one of a kind Prada
that beautiful behind inspires me
makes one of my rhymes harder
your dadda made a fine daughter
make me wanna turn this wine from water
keep the party going and keep an 808 bumping cause Drama made a
beat that'll climb the chart
money, money, money, money, money
aint it funny what a hunny and a Lambourghini will do
some will run into a hundred dollar bill
and drill a dick anytime, unhappy with a 24 inch shoes
but come and explore this dude
analyse my swing
it's slick Rick E. Bobby baby
gotta let me drop that thing, come on
[Chorus]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
let me see hollywood for real
lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
one thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
[Outro]
Just whip it around you know
up the hills
I aint gon wreck it, I promise
[Verse 1]
Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my (BOX CHEVY)
Tell dem otha wack muthafucks to get da (PINE BOX READY)
Catfish Billy is ??
Don't get slapped wit da (MEDLEY)
Still sippin on Jack D to my neck and my head start feelin (HEAVY)
Doin 125 down I-29 really think i need to start slowin down
But I can't cuz i gotta pretty blonde thing stittin to my right dats blowin me now
Ohhh yea she (HEADIN ME) I think her name might be (BECKY)
I waz bout to drop her off but I had to switch lanes to get da brain she (NECKED ME)
Awww naw do you come in two's please choose a couple of friends that could hoppy in the coupe
Now we goin (STEADY) but I'm not lookin for (LONGEVITY)
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights trough the dash I'm nice to ride pass
[Chorus]
My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams,
and I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off dem beans, sittin off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
[Verse 2 - Rittz]
Fuck a lameosine rather ride ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Ridin 85 northbound shakin doors down
So I turn da speakers louder pissin off polices
Fuck 5-star chick, gotta porn-star bitch ridin shotgun wit me gettin so wet
Now she goin down on me givin road head bussin on her fourhead,
then I take her back to the homestead PIECE
Back in the caprice took a sack of weed and crumpled it inside a conyak blunt rack
Then its time to jump back on the highway 85 slumpin in the seat like I'm hunckback and
My chevy look so dope oldskool vo's on it got it floatin like a row boat,
gold flakes in the paint drippin on the road, drivin slow like a show boat hoe
Don't act like you don't hear me comin I got the ?? and its comin out the clarions
12's in the trunk, flatscreens in the headrest wit somethin bout Marion carry on
I be turnin heads everytime when you see in the chevy man she carstruck
and I'm far from hauled up supp witt-her trippin like a bitch
get in the car slut you know you wanna ride.
[Chorus]
My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams,
and I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off dem beans, sittin off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
[Verse 3]
In the the background witta six-pack and ridin lookin for a ??
Peanut butter seats have seat girl my panut buteer needs (JELLY) I'll chase you like (JELLY)
if you ain't afraid to get (MESSY)
If you know da game then I'll let you call the shots like a referee
Now I'm drinkin deuce deuce sweet and slow
feelin like a deuce deuce bigalow
played the da bitch like piccolo
go anywhere you wanna go pick a road
Interstae 59 20 75 285 85 southbound
twins pipes like POW POW, 100 spokes on the vo's like wow..wow...wow
[Chorus]
My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams,
and I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off dem beans, sittin off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
Featuring: Rock City
Trailer parks on fireBilly been cookin' up somethin'If you need a biscuit, come on thenBilly has got it jumpin'
Get it from a pro, get it for the lowGet you some blow, get it for the noseGet it for the show, get it for the hoes
Four wheeler cranked upGas tank on the ATVIs full of that crank butBilly got pills from A to Z
So whaddya think bud?Billy won't go below 5022's are dangerousDrink a finger with the nugget rings
Pow, take one from the needleHow you feelin' now?Purple moons and lucky charmsYeah, that's the sound
But veins turnin' brownBut his fame is so profoundHis name is like a nounThey goin' Billy now
Billy's on the corner with the crystal methYeah and he ain't slowin' down, slowin' downBilly's on the corner with the crystal methGo Billy, crystal meth
Ay, oh, ay, ohOh, ay, oh
Hello junkie and hello momma tooHello to my P.O.Deuce up to the boys in blue
Billy got brass balls20 pounds on the catwalkLSD and adderalAnd LCD's on the wall
He's watchin' every moveHigh-tech redneckRun up on him if ya want toI bet, really, come on
It might be dark in the woodsBut the lights are onThe money's countedAnd if the price is wrong
Well, then Billy will get themGremlins like SpielbergHe'll take your house downOff of them pillars
And take your mom to sizzlerAnd feed her chicken liverThat's cold blooded loveBilly's a killer
Billy's on the corner with the crystal methYeah and he ain't slowin' down, slowin' downBilly's on the corner with the crystal methGo Billy, crystal meth
Ay, oh, ay, ohOh, ay, oh
4:30 in the a.m.Billy ain't slept for daysGotta keep up with the profitGotta keep up with the craze
It's a heavy shadeGotta walk through the mazeDown where the sun don't shineAnd the pine trees sway
And when the wind blewAnd the cradle fellDown come baby BillyAnd up come an able male
Momma stayed at workDaddy stayed in jailHey, that's a full deckBut ya gotta play with what your dealt
So Billy dealt the jokerPut the sheriff in a chokerHe drank himself soberAnd pissed at a super soaker
And he wet 'em all upAnd left his snow yellowThat's hard lifeBoy for the ellow
Billy's on the corner with the crystal methYeah and he ain't slowin' down, slowin' downBilly's on the corner with the crystal methGo Billy, crystal meth
I got nutz on the mike you can hear it on stereo
See on the palm from mother fucking I'm teary oh
Beast to en cherry oh, balance is from the swinging roll
There it goes catch the speed and make them all who stereo
Got em dizzy and really get it like Mary Joe
Round with the... that battle is packing in every show
Yeah I sound like a savage... can let it flow
You ain't a big foot you just to get it though
Bet your mamas smoking who plus with the... rose
Ain't you gonna start but you got a pair of dough
But who's to drop in there's no...
Hook:
Got a lot of juice, big crops
Running over mother fuckers see the big truck
Looking dead in the face bitch roll
Big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
Big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
Big nutz
Slapping the shit out the biggest mother fucker in the room
Disrespecting my family I got big nutz
Got a lot of juice yeah, big crops
Big... , big nutz yeah
So people wanna buy... talk shit I get slow, fuck your way
Everybody thinks that I got... and I walk around like... what your name
Pull out the iPhone make it forward in a few make it... soldier game
Acting me by a rap what... what's my lane
Won't be the snap back my... that quick I'm fucking crazy
If I gotta keep go man like a grow man I feel such a baby
Get to cross and I have the best 'cause I feel suffocated
You say run it out mouth 'cause I got your body... pop your place
Say yellow what's the lane,
Ain't shit with the gas price 'cause I steal it in the bad life
With my own lane and I'm doing on fuck your name
It's a game that a minute game and I wanna fuck 'cause I'm lot to play
Yeah i’d like to sing you a little ditty
[Hook]
They should’ve never ever let you out
Goin down em all with the mouth from the south
Watch you gonna say, what you gonna do
As you know they're coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving (big boy)
You know they’re taking shots at you
Cos you’re an animal, Oh
[Verse 1]
Here we go, Alabamas own buddy
Promenade. And i’m in the zone now
Everybody, bringing em home baby
Tour da stage.
Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
Runnin up on motherfuckers like i’m in a bar
cinnamon, a motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack
I'm Santa Clause
Down to Panama beach
Drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra?
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumping let me do my thing
Get the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, Butterbean bada bada bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, Yeah I’m doing em dirty
Fists start pumping when I’m in the lights, like I’m
rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write
in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I’m elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, rap it up
Rap it in, sicker than a pack of 10 ??
You’ll get when I win but I won’t lose
In fact I’m gonna win, win again with another hand
Here’s another hand, here’s another hand
Dealer can I get another hand
Heres a hand, king king king king king
Bitch, Yelavision and the dirty south
and you know we gettin green bitch eh
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Candy coated whip running over candy coated rappers
(Hrooom)
Panties on my ? do a back flip for me baby be an
acrobatic actor
(Action!)
?Do a Cartwheel on the wall will you do a cartwheel
while i chill on the ? too?
When I throw a dart at a wet seal well I can see ya
well I’m gonna throw a fucking harpoon
go looney tunes and lose ya for the ? to prove you're
in a room, you're shroomin to the moon
but in the morning you’re waking up like a broom swept
off ya feet cos Yelawolf ain't a groom
I ain’t popping the cherry, I’m popping berry moonshine
hop in the bedroom lets move
If ya wanna compare me, compare me to a legend, don’t
compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, now get a cinnabun, Now sit
upon your fucking roof
I live a ton, I get it done. Fuck anyone. You fuck
anybody, you ain't fuckin with the crew
Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now
everybody skate
Cos I’m a lord of a doggytown (Woof)
A.L.A.B.A.M.A My state
My state of my mind 1985 wide body
Looking for the little small tail gate party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie
Get shitty like a porta-potty so
Jump on the paddy wagon like a pakistani and packin a
mack 11 with a pack of many ???
“All Aboard" Yelawolf
-Hook
Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and
said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...
-1st verse
Come on in, I'm making room for you, her, and him
Also for those, we, them, and they, Three course meal on a silver
tray
Lay in the lab of luxury, watch fine wine incubate
With the white cloth layin off to the side, one for the hands one for
the face
One for the luck, one for the pride, one way ride out of yesterday
You can lay down or you can lie, just don't lie straight to my face
Got a place you can keep the coats at, and a safe for the jewelry
Got a place to develop the Kodak, to keep up with the memories
And the picture frame from the past, you can hang it up on the wall
And you can watch it past from the back of the train, as you leave it
You might seen a few trains come by, but this train you never saw
before
You better make up your mind the conductor is saying “All
Aboard!!!"
-Hook
Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and
said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train
-2nd verse
It's such a view, but it's reserved for just a few
Such the luck for such as who, but who is me and who is you
You got a free ride that you can't refuse, choice in the form of a new
caboose
A chance in the shape of a railroad track, hope inside make the
move
Break from the old and create the new,
Leave all the fake and replace the true
Pack the bags, leave the name tag, strain the ticket God payed for
Trade for blim and maybe blue, but they're not made to block the
light
The light from the sun will see us through,
And you can sleep well in the peace of night,
Cuz you might not see it twice in the small town where you live
So believe in the right to life cuz they left you dead this road you
steer
You might seen a few trains come by, but this train you never saw
before
You better make up your mind the conductor is saying “All
Aboard!!!"
-Hook
Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and
said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train...
Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and
said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
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