[robot]
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[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
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
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"
(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
(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
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
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
[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
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
Psycho motherfucker
Psycho motherfucker
I took my Buck knife
Stuck it in my bag
In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class
And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used
The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass
I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out
She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass
Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast
But the fog made it hard to see the road and I drove right past
Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
A late night at work, another tailspin
Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed
I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone"
"No shit, bitch"
I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone
"Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed
I was so mad, that I went sober
With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack
(haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out
That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path
The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback
So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that
Thinking
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Michael Myers and Superman
I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive
While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station
Barely making it to the pump
I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
To leave him dead, but no, fuck it
I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
I ain't killing in public
It ain't in my budget
The door, I budged it
Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad
I had a reason to go see her now
Other than to lay her down
I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found
I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station
Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient
Movie in the making
So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
Made it harder to see what was in front of me
But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
With a leak in the door
The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols draw
Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
I mulled over the plot
"When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a throat lock, with a rope and a sock
Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers
With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!"
When I make it to his knees
While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you
While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
And this is only preview to scene 2!
Take 1
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Michael Myers and Superman
(Screaming)
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Marijuana, Marijuana, f*ck
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 b*tch
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
Cuz 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
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
Papa's in the closet, loading up that buckshot
Little sister hide behind the grandfather clock
I've seen that old blood money get washed
I watched the shotgun shell go pop
Got a couple rounds in the Chevy ashtray
I don't know why I was made this way
Sec-ur-ity don't want to get me
If we can;t get in, the fuck you say?
Too much billy is in this cup
Too many people are in this club
You keep looking at me like you want to jump
If we let loose homie, you won't get up
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
Little brother plays in the front yard gym
He only thinks, Jim's too quick
He stands 5 foot 2, nickname Slim
Motherfucker thinks he's 6 foot 10
Never seen a young man act so tough
Never see a frown ? drown
Put another pit back in his cup
You know it's a fucking party when they coaster down
I know a little something about getting high
I know a little something about getting drunk
You fuck with the Wolfpack and everybody cries
So go jump in the pen and ?
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
I don't really know what's wrong with me lately
I don't really feel like myself
Everybody's reaching for money
Sorry I can't help
? like I throw you a bone
But if you were my dog, I wouldn't throw you a bone
I'd throw you a log
With, both of my knees
Both of my knees, on the ground
(I'm dropping famous shit)
People that are close to me know that god damn
Drew? famous quick
Row with the boat, ?
With the bottle, my heinous kid
Jump, when I say, jump
You've got to jump ? clear
Stand up with team
Stand up on the ball!
Like a fucking animal
Eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive!
? twice
And don't make me say it again motherfucker!
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set ‘em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like? with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up? atlas
Where should I go? Put ‘em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out “Cheerioâ€
Look at that shit,? like elastic
And let it go like a mac?
S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I'm seeing Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
Ooo got to have it
(boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah? well, that'd be the day
Put you up shit creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe?
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
And I'm a Beastie Boy? and a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just, “so what? Fuck you dudeâ€
Well fuck you too? with a backpack
I'll bust your fruit
I'm all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a big sign, I'll rap
As long as TV got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator?
While the operator labeled my fucking high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
You would've thought, it was written
But it's not
Rag hanging out them? jeans
Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
Yeah, why stop now?
Put ‘em in the trunk
Let ‘em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let ‘em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fuck ‘em all, I'm right above ‘em all
But you could butt talk, if a? fall
Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
(Intro)
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
(Verse)
Running like a fool I got a no damn motay
Headin to a label on a low key dope race
Gotta be on time, gotta go do show phase
Kinky lick, gotta go for cold tape
Man they sure want me to do a song for the whole place
Without a microphone, DJ and no stage
Someone put my products on my pockets of jose
Knowin inside of my heart these people are so fake
Pictures of New York, skyliners are back dropped
23 floor up, pound lookin at cap tops
I'm so fuckin nervous that I can't even act now
Thinkin jumpin out this window ain't such a bad drop
Smakin the black top cuz I'm on the have a lot
I'm just a have not
This in my time and am I lookin at that watch
It could be the end of it all, maybe my last shot
But I got a funny feeling it ain't right
I tell my manager but he just thinkin it's stage fright
Minus the fuckin sweat that's drippin off of my face
I realize if I do it then it's only for a price
Doin my cookin, add a ho with a big bite
Em other be kitchen, dealin for late night
Do they realize I'm in terrible shape right?
Can't even afford to get my little boy a bike
I sit down in front of LA Lee
The president of death, you ain't the boss performin
Into my left a KP and 30 of egganaughts who walk foreign
He say Yelawolf is an emcee from Alabama
Yelawolf you can have the floorin
I told him if you wanna see me seen
Come catch me tourin but I ain't performin for the fame
(Bridge)
It's just like that
Fame fame fame
I lost a deal with Death Jam
Fame fame fame
And I went home on Christmas broke
I didn't know what the fuck to do man
Fame fame fame
Shit
Fame fame fame
(Hook 1)
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained?
And the whole we can say
More than fame
(Verse)
What's the use in complainin about the decision I made if it's rainin
Then fuck it, pull the umbrella out, haters entertaining
I'mma ball for them focused
Got a lot of shows I gotta go hit
In the back of my mind I'm thinkin did I blow it?
But you notice all the people you roll with are losing their focus because of my ego
‘Cause I'm hopeless, won't listen to nobody
They sit and go on about how I won't make it
You won't make it
I keep fuckin up relationships with executive folks
With these checks to cut for deals, I'd be broke and
Stuck in the south with nothing but my old shit
And no new whips, new house, new clothes
New dough, you know you gotta go face it
Look er in the eye, say I'm sorry for fucking up
These rappers are coming up
What you gonna do about it?
Just sit back and watch em and get up and make a move about it, be about it
See it's about the way you committed, now you gotta go and get it
I got a question
Are fuckin up? Answer
Fuck yea
I ain't about to be another white boy stuck here
Hit the road, do any fuckin show that I could get overseas
Let's go Canada, let's go south by south-west
Yelawolf expo, kill that, made it mine
Focus, let's roll
Never lay when the mama tryin to get a hold
None of em have me, and here come Interscope
(Interlude)
Then I got a deal
You know?
I don't know
I guess integrity goes a long way man
Gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em
Shady Records
So american
(Hook 2)
Just give me some place that I can hang
Somewhere way back in the back to drink a drink
You ain't gotta tell me that I ain't the same old same
I've seen some things
We won't change
(Hook 1)
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained?
And the whole we can say
First of all make kings so don't you be the gesture in
my Kingdome
Hip hop's like another old pair a shoes, I took a
toothbrush n cleaned em
Put em on rocked em to the mall
Hopped into the car bout to sip home jimmy beamin
Instead dropping the ball I got em all propt on the
wall
Like a broomstick leaning
Then I put the chevy in cruise
N took everybody to edickit school
Listen up betty u said it wrong get a clue
It ain't fuck u,
Its fuck u!!
If u gonna fight then fight shirtless
U don't ride a bike with sandals do ya
But given a fuck is worthless
If it don't mean nothin to ya
Just getting warmed up
Why does everybody look so perplex
If ur goin to do it then do it with a purpose
Thats all n do it all till its perfect
Funky I am, so funky I use my funk to stretch
Why would u stretch with funk?
(masterflex)
So I don't pull a hamstring when I'm running circles
around circus-ing clowns in my jeans
Cause when I pull the trigger on a piece of paper I can
hear the bullet in the studio
Go ping ping
I can feel the breeze in my throat flowing, yes
Look get the cheque book, go ching ching
Bring bring me the money honey, yeah go go girl
Why she telling me go go sing?
I take a trip down the road for ur soul
I'm not a vocalist but I got some vocal control
3.33 this ones for u n I hope that u know
We gonna shake this mother fucker to both of us old
And to my babies far away out in puerto rico,
Daddies out working but ur with me whereever we go,
Momma's ok, n plus we got us 3 beautiful souls,
An above it all I want ya'll to see me as a hero,
No ego,
No ego,
This freestyle is a peephole
For people
For the people,
Come inside,
Take a seepo,
Here we go,
No ego, no ego,
This crystall is a peep hole of people for the people,
I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
We controlling the minds of all the youth
Shady, the evil empire
Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
You got me, fuck y'all
Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
Some think I'm Illuminati ‘cuz I'm a light in the dark
Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
With Royce da 5'9”, Crooked I, Budden and Joell
But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
I see the storm, let the boat sail
And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
They see God in me ‘cuz I know Hell
They see the criminal inside of me probably ‘cuz I broke jail
But my soul is not on wholesale
And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some fun
‘Cuz I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
‘Cuz all that dumb shit that I've done, built me up to make me the one
Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the .45
Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
Stickin' bitches up with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
Well I guess it's my turn to play
The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
No way, are you serious?
Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to my show
But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
You would see all the versatility on the front row
I convert, revert people to desert
People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
And if you're 'bout it enough, anybody doubtin'
They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
Some people think that I'm trash, some people shout and they scream
I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
‘Cuz I'll be making this movie and you're just making a scene, check it
Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
And that's important
And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in storage
I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
‘Cuz I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
When the government picked away at every penny that I made
I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin' don't get me paid
But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
I'll be the one you can hate
I ain't mad motherfucker
It's that new church, I be pastor
What's up Wolf pack?
Secret sermon started
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
With a full of trash straight to the ocean
All black benz is slowly rolling
Head light's off don't be the chosen
Thinks it's a game then drop the token
Up shits creek without a paddle
That's just life I'm in the saddle
No rest no bitch we don't tattle
Snake's don't always shake the rattle
Yeah3x
[Verse 2]
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hypo coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
Shes that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me I'm hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle
Yeah3x
[Verse 3]
Give me give me till it's empty
Too much money isn't plenty
It's not enough it's not any
Come come on just choos the jimmy
They all want to bust a nut in
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king, be the sultan
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked
Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
To the sickness they'll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Everybody wear make-up sometimes man
But you gotta walk outside
And let that rain, just wash it off man
Look at what's around you man
How people got it bad man, you know what I'm saying?
Say no more, I need music to get me by
Simple beats, simple life, and a simple rhyme
Momma taught me to hustle for piece of mind
Never thought I'd get caught in this long line
For the truth, I don't worship a stone or shrine
Put my faith in the pen, now let me fly
Through the wind of the rhythm I hold tight
On the streets of Seattle, in cold nights
Father give me the strength to continue
Oversee all the prayers I send you
My heart's open to people who love back
Put my soul in a song, am I wrong for that?
Never was, some how I still catch flak
If agreeing, why they fight over white or black
Keep the vision of peace but I still shoot
I'm a rebel for reasons you won't prove
Just look at the sunshine
In the morning when you wake up
And let it wash off all your make-up
Even the lightning and the thunder
When this gets too heavy to carry sometimes
I break down and just let it fall from my eye
Even though it still hurt when I get back up on my feet
To see that nobody's seen me cry
Waters waters a Havel for pain
Devil he came, and he walked in the skies
But I throw it the opposite name
Reason I came, to open up your eyes
And whatever I say, know that I mean well
Every last word that I spitted
This is all I want to be
So to give you my all
I make sure it's in every sentence
This poet ain't fake no
From the mouth of a fresh spree
Hot beats so, from up under the dirt roads
And the concrete, from my people with no clothes
So many times I thought of suicide
Giving up is the easiest way to die
Put my life in the barrel and go to sleep
Never witness the birth of my own seed
Never had the will power to graduate
Went to too many schools to keep an A
Carry pipes in my bag, smoking at lunch
Away from reality all at once
I saw momma outside on the porch crying
Saying she can't pay the rent but she really trying
Would I be embarrassed to get food stamps?
Daddy never came home from the school dance
Ashamed of the way that I been feeling
Selfish enough to give up on living
When she made it this far
Working at a bar
(Intro)
I'm a firestarter! Hot damn!
That's why everywhere that I go they try to put me out
Bitch, I'm a firestarter, hot damn!
But this fire's out of control and bitch you can't put me out
(Hook)
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
(Verse)
Sticks and stones and bricks and bones
Lift to me dome, get all of my calls
Spitting my wishes, push on me cold
But the coke and the pigment take me Rose!
Reaching my own shit, ready to hang me down
You're an original, you know when you're standing out
You just staying around, ready for God ‘cause like a wiz they panning out
Pulling your panties up, oh!
Ride no more, and I don't end up like a duck for the season hear me outs
Move when they fare me out
Yea, you was hoping to fare me out
But the harder the pain, the bigger my fame gets
Call me a motherfucker speaking my language
Chain this, bang this, I'mma bang on your head
Til you fall like a steep, and it easy get painless
While I stand over your monument like a crane lift
30 thousand galons on the palet to paint with
But even though I give you many colors to paint with
You would pick up the machine with my fucking painting
So go ahead and make your changes
I'll be back in the booth with a fucking flame lit!
I'm a firestarter, but you don't find water
You don't know me son, like I don't know my father
You just gotta relax, homie, yeah!
Breathe in, breathe out (and breathe)
‘Cause this fire in me
Breathe in, breathe out
it ain't going out
Breathe in, breathe out
I was born to be this shit
Breathe in, breathe out
Just gotta realize
Cause all my life I've been a firestarter
I don't know what it is about my soul that's got me hot and bothered
Somebody find me water, somebody find me water
Cause I'm hotter than a preacher starter,
Hotter than dry leaves in August
Yeah, I'm a firestarter!
(Hook)
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
(Verse)
And I'm dialing
Better pick the telephone, me calling
Cat fish, really got the drill up on calling
Act to the wall and run for the office
In the back window steel, where the ball get?
AK clappin, no nigga pow that
Choppers always, coppers all get
Young, we barely to live in the morning
Death to my haters, say bitch to your coffin
Death to them coffin, ten toes down motherfucker I'm owling
Yall play too much, get to pause it
Remind yourself that the Wolf is a auction
Going once, going twice, 25-35-50-50-55, balling!
Better take it in mind partner
Trunk music is a piece of gold
Uh, yeay! Take you to the truck and throw it in the day
What you got here? Now better give Denzel the white boy's redneck
With all due respect
So run it back til you go this leg
See? Long wings like dead
See city girls, bathroom nightmare
Seats back in the line
You already know who make these!
I'm a firestarter, sweet dream, sweet dreams
Bitch, I'm a firestarter, sweet dream, sweet dreams
(Hook)
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts
Trolling, I'm about to climb
Load the gun, turn the base up, turn it up
Holding that Glock nine in case a hater run up
Callin, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts
I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor
It's just me and that dodo
These [?] strolling, I stop and poke 'em
But I'm trying to get that dojo
Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo
It's just me strapped up like a GoPro
And I one deep; Han Solo
Hoes trying to capture me like a photo, hustle
All I need is two cups of drank
With the system crank and a fifth of [?]
See me pulling pranks in my candy paint
Pull broads around me in crowds
Both tires when I hit the breaks
My hustle skills you can't debate
Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank
Till I'm dead and up in them clouds
Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith
Riding outta state with a Texas plate
Speakers in the back be like an eighth
415 rock up [?] skate
Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate
But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait
Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape
All I got till I'm in the grave
Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle
[Hook: Yelawolf ]
Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5
I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
Boy, we gotta (hustle)
We gotta, we gotta (hustle)
You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe
In the people that I was put in front of
And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation
That put me in a position to maybe
Some day break out of a small town
I guess I fell for the okey doke
I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey poke game
To see lames and other folks
Who thought joke was being played on me
Oh, where the story goes again
Here we go again, I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin
I can hear the sound of the gate closing in
And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in
Cause they all wanna go sightseeing
Up in the Chevy and ride further in the wild
And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road
You ain't familiar with, enough to pay for the gas for a little bit then
Before you know it, you got a best friend
But when he started off he was just hitchhiking
Should have heard when he said wolf for real
If you're chill, you'll find another one just like him
But it's hard as a motherfucker to say no
When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro
And everything that he's saying
He's saying to pay him close attention
So you put your hand low
Palms, out, opened, hoping
And you can even see that engine smoking
Plus all the money that he gave you owe him
Rearview mirrors all of them broken
Black boys, white boys, just a token
For the slot machine, and the gambling notion
Scamming and scoping, the animal inside
The cannibal chose him, me
I fell for another man's hustle
[Chorus]
Cause the boys in the woods are always hard
Some of them white-trash some of them ride hard
Knowing nothing in life but trucks and sticks
Don't quote me boy cause i ain't said shit
Now, I like my butter and greens, I like my plate full of soul
I'm the one who got that sloppy hooker holding my doe
I'm the king of the strip if strip means i get down
I'll pull trick and make em' put a dick in the fucking ground
I'm as smooth as it gets
I'ma move into this, Double-wide with a pouch and pay 200 of rent
When you run into this might as well run into bricks
I been learning how'da stack you, put a track on deck
Put a dollar on the table and stand up on your bitch
Holler if your able and let me see how dirty you get
If your feeling like a fighter put a plug in your clip
Cause if you empty ammo at me you got more to deal with
More relatives then a cat with kitty litter and piles
With motherfuckers born to give a cop quotas and files
Should i show you the style or should I show you door
I could show you how'da hide a pound of weed in the floor cause...
[Chorus]
Cause the boys in the woods are always hard
Some of them white-trash some of them ride hard
Knowing nothing in life but trucks and sticks
Don't quote me boy cause I ain't said shit
Wait up hold up a second who said the south can not kick it
Well I guess spittin' ain't shit when give ignorant tickets
Open up on your rhythm lables got to try harder
If you give the truth a chance you will go two times farther
Most guys don't bother so I fuck with KP drop a verse about me
Cause me is gettin' the cheese me is breezing in peace
Cause me a preaching MC
Too many sick in the beach, scratchin' and reachin' for he
Back so why do yelawolf is gotta buzz in the street
I ate a tuna sam-mitch made of bumble bee
Posted up on a corner with a rumblin' teeth
Are you and K, Catfish Billy are you they
Yeah I'am in the creekwater jumpin' on snake head
Never had I got it so I'm pumpin' them breaks yeah
Ain't ch'ya ever pull hunny frontin' them cars
Got a pocket full of pills, calm my mutherfuckin' nerves
Heart of Dixie in this bitch
I would say that I was rocking with the best
But I'm not much into stating the obvious
My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West
Wouldn't know what to do with a fucking Louis Vuitton vest
Guess I would throw that bitch in the ditch with the rest
Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous
Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check?
You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm?
Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease
Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police
Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me
I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater
Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown
Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic
Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing
Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly
Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk
Line em up like a bunch of white bitches
Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens
Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors
Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era
Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror
Spine chilling cold south soul shit
Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up
Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab
Mutherfucker what you scared of?
Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove
I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper
A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up
When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain
Its the reflection of a kings glare off the pain
Ain't a white boy had this much soul
Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost
And that was just a movie that was wrote
So uh... if you do be in that boat
I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow
Cuz I'm the fucking bum who asked for change when you said no
With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go
Facing that shit is hard as fuck to do huh?
No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah
Fans world wide in the stands hoorah
Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4
Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye,
Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie
And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies
Hope you have the rest of my collection
Six pack, my life's in a bottle
rolling motto
I stayed in the woods, and I played wit a six shot
Still fucked up from all the pills that I swallowed
School was a bore, I had
suspended
whole work
was taking weed from a kitchen
Pounds of hick stem, a fifth grade scum bag
Threw bags in for Christmas, I'm high on attention
I had holes in my vision
Before it was cool, I had unwanted attention
Young girls heartbroke, I'm nothin' but trouble
But life is a ditch, bitch, I'm just good wit a shovel
Yeah, you're probably right
I'm probably DUI when I'm driving tonight
I put my feet on the edge and kick my soul to the captain
And just like Travis, I'm surviving the flight
Yelling, "Go Alabama!",
holding my banjo
And turn up to Marshall and tune up to Dobro
My truck ain't stuck, I got a wrench in the toedo
Had friends but they threw me out, when I'm down and low
Yo what's up to the D-Boyz and the meth lab pimps
All you Kid Rock fans and all you hippies in hemp
If you've got the Greatest of Johnny right next to Straight Outta Compton
You brought a shovel like mine, you probably been to the ditch
It's all about compromise
I see problems down the line
I know that I'm right
Candy and dreams are your favourite ones
Is that really what you want?
Cause I got what you want in my pocket.
Hand me the kiss i'll hand you the sun.
Is that really what you need?
Cause I got what you need in my rocket.
Shadies and lines you've pick from.
Yeap, and I'm wondering, which one,
Number who's best to the kick drum.
Kick me to the moon it's this one.
One, two, three, fee and rising
There are five I wanna to block one.
Hey, the day in L.A.'s got so what's
Night in Alabama do you want some fun?
So, what's a 20 minute flight pulling your boots like Napoleon Dynamite.
We worked up but we worked biting appetite
Looking at Earth from my personal satellite.
Got it right they got left going up take a breath.
It's a giant leap for all mankind
Or for what's it's just a simple step, baby step.
People in cars go wroom.
Speeding to the dock go wroom wroom.
Let's go health on a taint
If you got some few then I got that boom boom.
Crank my truck I'm still a country boy pveos in a cup
You wanna see inside the ash with night farm
5 4 3 2 1 fuck all up.
Hey, she's got the ground control.
I'm looking at the sky where should we go to.
Lights in the club don't shine like that tha-tha- that's gotta be your back
You almost gave me a heart attack.
You must to puss on in my conyak
I'm kind a like an Alabama headache at.
My space game will now be next
And if you wanna know where i'll be at.
And you know, chea, and you know
Chea, get the money, get the money
And you know, and you know, and you know
Young, yeah, I see you, nigga, let's go
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
Feelin' is in this shit, that's right I'm in this bitch
Y'all niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit
Nigga, five hundred grams, rock solid, no shake
Call them thangs Chappelles, he wants his other half baked
You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style
Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while
Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it
Delivered it myself, yeah, I'm making house visits
I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious
In the headlights behind me, it's making me suspicious
And maybe I'm trippin' and maybe I'm not
Maybe it's nothing, just hope it ain't the cops, okay
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I go there, get that and go back with that
And then I flip that, then send that right back
If it got two bags, it must be five stacks
So you owe five stacks, bring that right back
If it take too long, must be rerock
Two in the shoe box, nah, these ain't Reeboks
I don't live there, I just cook there
Ain't nothing in there but fish and cookware
Can't drop our shit, work that fork though
Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho'
This shit right here, call that, come back
Drop this nine off and I'll be right back
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know why these niggas tell lies
Y'all know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies
All this bird talk make me want some Popeyes
Y'all getting no play off in my rides
Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young?
Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young
My six-two's come back like Frisbees
All these smoke fumes got me dizzy
They talk bricks see, I'm just listening
Say I'm just listening
Hook might be tight but that don't sound right
I sold Snow White and he sold no white
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
But that don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
Chea, and you know
I ain't bouncing for none of you, niggas, nigga
And you know
I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass, niggas
Realest nigga in the BS nigga, Jezzy
And you know, and you know
Yeah, America is me
And you know
Yeah, they know me though, let's go
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
(Intro)
(You know my Uncle Critter said,
"You look like you been shot at and missed
Shit at and hit"
(Hook)
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
(Verse 1)
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don't talk much
They just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin' bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I'm on some shit
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should've been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I'm around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I'll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don't run clumsy, punch a perp'
A one, two, three: I'm at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please don't leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
‘Cause I might double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe I'm cold, I'mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin' neon, that's me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I'm...
(Hook)
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
(Verse 2)
So what's new?
Been on that shit, where's the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I'm playin' Relapse
Boss, Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I'm in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring ‘em in, though
Out the rain, what's a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don't need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let's roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin' bitch, it's pay your rent day
Do I not look like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin' pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
(Hook)
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
(Outro)
Yeah... yeah...
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I don't know what the fuck I did with my wallet, where'd it go?
te can I get it into the phone to call my people ‘cuz I lost my phone too?
I don't think that's him, what you ask for?
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three let's go
Eeey! I'm the life of the party
Eeey! Look what I just started
Eeey! How you doin', what's up?
Now everybody raise your cups and sing
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Man I never wanna grow up
People think it so cool to see me drink all this Jack
Man I don't know what I started, sometimes I think it's so whack
They give me shot after shot after shot and shot after that
Want me to lose it, asked to be in front of people and rap
Okay it's all fun and games until I buckle and snap
I know you know who I am, you're a fan of these raps
But I'm not in the mood for you to ask for it autographed
Look at your hand and I laugh when you reach out for a dap
Because I'd rather be rude than cool, matter of fact
Man I'm just lookin' to fight, that's why some people get slapped
I don't mean to be mean, just seein' my inner demons
So be aware when I sluggish be muggin', drunked up and leanin'
Because you thinkin'
Someone go buy me some help, if I don't drink I can't sleep
Passed out in all of my clothes, my shoes are still on my feet
I go to bed around 2 and wake up a quarter passed 3
Go to the bathroom and throw back up everything that I eat
My body's so overworked I look in mirrors and weep
Feel like I'm 50 years old, look like I'm restin' in peace
I'm a ghost, I'm a zombie, my brain is grilled as salami
Just this achein', I'm shakin', I kinda feel like my mommy
Couldn't tell me to quit, ‘cuz I don't listen to shit
‘Cuz afternoon around 6, I twist the cap on the 5th
And that's just to keep from bendin' like I'm ‘bout to be sick
From all this stress and anxiety of celebrity shit
I'm suicidal as fuck, I'm dyin' slow in my cup
I hear this shit way too much; “Michael you've had enough”
My baby's tryin' to save me but I just scream and I cuss
[Hook]
I'm getting' drunk – Hammertime
What you say, punk? Hammertime
That one is yours – this one is mine
Raise it up – Hammertime
Hammertime, hammertime, hammertime, hammertime
That one is yours – that one is mine
Raise it up – Hammertime
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Pull me over 'cause I'm fallin' over, strayin' North
Allright allright
(Bu-bum-bum-bum-bum)
Yeah
The Creekwater
The Creekwater
What's that you say?
Well, it's like this:
From the ocean to the river
River to the streams
Streams to the creek
The creek is where it all meets homeboy
You know what I'm saying
1: Yelawolf]
Okay, let's get it started folks
My name is Yelawolf
I'm a southern head
Fed white bread
Been caught where they go to
All of my people they B-Boys
Some of them B's are bad
Some of them got that heart to sell with paintcans in their bag
Mr. clever on the wheels with plenty moves for your ass too
And if it's war between the crews
But he hang it up, fell through
Time and time again I'm like a clock with this here pen
And it's like tick-tock tick-tock (?)
I'm from where the rednecks get better jobs and bigger checks
Momma working 9 to 5 slaveshifts
Coming home late the microwaveable plates kept my stomach full
I thank to lord that was a gift
My world is surrounded by hypocrites and demons in body suits
Tryna recruit me as an advocate
Rapping and talking 'bout fame and loot
Now, how the hell did you think I wouldn't smell that poo under your shoe boy?
Don't try to play me for weak or underestimate me
What you see ain't exactly what you expect it to be
I'm from the Creekwater
Been raised what I thought
I leave a trail of (?) behind me everywhere that I walk
Blame it on the streets
Blame it on the freaks
Blame it on my momma cause she threw me in the creek
I'm from the Creekwater
Been raised what I thought
I leave a trail of (?) behind me everywhere that I walk
2: Yelawolf]
"Good one Wolf, another hoot hook", says the engineer
"That's one take taking it for real, let's be out, you want a beer?"
Nah, I better get back to the cabin
(?) it's all I can do to get high
No marihuana inside of my ride please
But I do seven trees
Now how about a second a spectacular have it
I got back in this cabbage
I don't mean that green you feeding your family
But I got that if you're asking
A lot of these kids are packing nowadays
In the mark where I stay
Living for the moment
Rap it outside in the hallways
Let it prepare your mind and body
For the common of the trailers and the porta pottys
I'm just being real
No one american people I used to apologize
Hold my steel
I swore that rhymes and lines reveal
We'll be taking serious folks
And when I'm done, how do you feel?
Good, I'm glad, nice to hear it
Glad you got a bite
I hope you keep full but still keep a appetite
You just ate some jumbalaya
Georgia Alabama Tennessee
And if somebody ask you why you went
Tell 'em you went to the creek
3: Yelawolf]
You might can tell where I was raised when you see my Caprice
Hubcaps clean, (?) and Reebok's under my feet
I'm from the creek
If 808's ain't dropping in my seat
Then you better be saying something that can move me
See we don't play a shit around here because you got game
And who don't rap, You are not special because you got fame
Backpacking MC's
Lacking this Creekwater the greed you stuck too
These briar patches you get drug through
Watch out for the crawdads when you on a bank
They skim and they watch hard
If you drop hard on in front of the bank
No where to escape
The flood waters of the south that run through your home dude
If you live in the creek like I do
In New Orleans they got them gators that will bite you
In Alabama we got moccasins that strike you
Sometimes they wear white hoods, even the cops do
The truth in my rhymes, quote me when you ride through
Hey Supahot Beats, hey Jim Johnson.
I need y'all to drop me some of that country-ass shit.
I need somethin' that'll make Sheryl Crow go,
"goddamn, that shit's raw right there."
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud.
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud.
You know the sun shines real early in the mornin' time
through the window of my trailer in the pines.
I need a little somethin' to shade that light,
a beer buzz starts my day off right.
Granny's in the kitchen, cookin' and singin'.
Zoup get me up, look at what he brings in.
Hey, ain't that a 12 pack, buddy? "Yessir, you know I ride dirty."
I ain't even got a shower yet, but I devour a 12oz. in 3 seconds.
And its a alchy's weddin', I married the Bud and know I'm in Heaven.
Sheryl Crow is the queen, I really I wish I had her here to drink with me.
But for now, it's just me and Dixie.
I'm one down, Transent hit me.
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud.
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud
Well, the roosters crowin'. My boxers saggin' and my ass is showin'.
Walkin' through the yard to get my mail.
I'm feelin' good if I say so myself.
Wave to the neighbor, sittin' on his porch.
He hates my guts, yeah of course.
His daughter hangs out with us on the weekends.
But I throw the peace sign, cheers my friend.
I ain't got no problems here. I drink beer, my head is clear.
My eyes are foggy, I don't feel groggy.
Will I drink more by 12? Prob'ly.
But now I'm chilled out though, tuesday mornin' nowhere to go.
Fire up the grill and call some bros, we four-wheel drivin' off the road, like that.
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud.
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud.
Chillin' on a monday, drinkin' my brew day.
For another beer I'll gladly pay you on tuesday.
Come on lets ride around, get high ride around.
Six pack, twelve pack, we can all drink 'em down.
Drink 'em down, drink 'em down, drink 'em down, drink 'em down.
Six pack, twelve pack, we can all drink 'em down.
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'...from his bottles of Bud, don't you?
That's right, early in the mornin'.
Catfish Billy... from his bottles of Bud.
Hey, you know this is the kinda jam you can just drink to.
But then again, you can drink to all my shit.
Billy likes to peel the labels from his bottles of Bud.
Yo, early in the mornin'...yeah.
Soul in the morning...
When I wake up I hit my knees and tell the lord that
I'm happy to be breathing
Cause I got lungs of steel, and how you feeling me today
Soul in the evening...
Walking in the streets, I hit my knees and I tell the lord that
I'm happy to be breathing
Buddy I'm real, no matter how you feel, that's fine I got
Soul in the night time...
Sometimes I lay lines about ho's, because I know ho's
I've been froze with cold minds and big behinds
But I refrained, that's old Wayne, I been chose
Not to pose or act, or throw my jersey back
And rap with baggy hats, like you fags with do-rags
Who-the-fuck is you fooling?
Am I a hypocrite because I want some jewels and two twin-pipes under my Chevy box?
An Element on spokes with the heavy knock
I drop this beat
It took a while to realize who I could be
Chief Yelawolf keep it moving to the truth
Tell the youth, we got the purifying sound
The whole globe sewed up, Southside throw it up
This ain't no trend my friend, fuck your pimp-cup
Spill it out with this eight-o-eight kick
While I chill with my chalice
Hypnotic on your suede and you need another outfit
I got that Wal-Mart brand
I stand soul-breathing
Speak full of heaters
Momma said you dirty boys got the go the world grieving
But we ain't responsible for guns, we just bleeding
Every bullet passing me by, whether it be words, bats or wise chi
Standing in the storm and yawning because I got
The right time, the right rhymes, that I find
Embedded in my head again
I give back to the earth
And when I'm gone, this track and every verse will live on
Eternally been turning page after page
Searching for words to convey the message
And keep blessing it every day
Won't let it just slip away
I know the mind is a miracle and I feel I got plenty of shit to say
But I don't live up on no pedestal
My head is still down to earth
You ain't gotta believe anything I'm telling you
Let it be known, I'm prone to light up a song
Write up a poem, right or wrong, provide you a tone
To last your life long, at last the mic's on
And a cool calm presence surrounds my life form
And I've sworn in my life, never to sacrifice, what I believe in
I was taught to tackle life, head first and network
Collect my efforts
Get ready to sweat, work, harder than ever
See, the art you envisioning
Starts with decisions and
Embark on a mission and
Never lose hope, and if you get hurt
Just put your soul on your sweatshirt
Put your best foot first, remember that the worst is behind you
In time, you find you a rhythm and in, life when you hear it, You can tell its true soul
This day this time, I ain't fucking up, I ain't leaving my kid behind
I ain't tough enough for the devil
Without the shine from the
Son of the one who provide
Who died, who cried as a man, understand
Just to stand in the eyes of the God who created my hand
So that he can understand how we feel
When the seal of the truth got broke
All the hope was lost but he tossed me a key
A Cherokee, merrily doing my deeds, every day
Like needles of an Evergreen, I'm stationary
I'll be dead when the drive in my body drops
But I will fly on, from dirt in the pinecones the seed in the mud
The history of my soul shown
With the all mighty redwood oak
Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was on awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we go to the bar about a quarter til 2 and it was awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on
No, not you my lady, I'm illegally parked I know
Pardon my French and my Mercedes
But I have no excuse for this flea market shirt I'm wearin'
My Motley Crew is beastly and we enjoy the starin'
I'm unemployed in dare and
How dare I be so cool with it
So hot in Alabama, sometimes we get snow too
And I'm as rare as a white Christmas in Miami
The temperatures droppin' don't stop, bitch, the oceans getting' chilly
But I'm drivin' (I'm drivin', I'm drivin')
My people (My people)
I'm drinkin' (I'm drinkin')
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
Yes I jumped off the boat
And I'm sinkin' in my chair cause my beer bottle does not float
Please enjoy the show, I done come up so fast that I'm afraid of heights, I gotta go
Help me down
Or I'll just learn to balance
Somewhere between commercial dreams and music that is valid (Yeah)
My babies need to eat so I create a simple sound
The Fiasco threw me for a Lup-é, I dumbed it down, Slick
Ricky Bobby
, I'm drivin' (I'm drivin')
My people (My people)
I'm drinkin' (I'm drinkin')
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
Yeah, my people are ridin', in trucks and wheels oversized
In such a world I reside, and you'll let one go if your pride
And enough to give you a bottle, been throwin' troubles around
I got them car keys in hand, I know what the fucks goin' down
Some of these people come sick, so pop their trunk for a gaze
They wanna do bodily harm, they wanna live for the day
We just came to get stupid, so gimmie that bottle of Crown
I take my girl to my Caprice and get the fuck outta town
C'mon girl, and I'm drivin' (I'm drivin')
My people (My people)
I'm drinkin' (I'm drinkin')
Goin' back to bama, gonna take it nice and slow
Goin' back to bama, wanna see some motor roads
Take it easy Alabama and I watch my babies grow
Goin' back
Alabama
Yeah I'm comin' home to my chevrolet and I'm a ride along
I'm coming round, to this old and this small town
And I'm a cross this river bed, and bring every body I know
And I'm a show them the best side of this rebel flag that people hold
My cousin told me don't forget where you come from
Baby boy I want I promise, how could I run from
What become so strong, a part of my childhood, where nothing could cheer me up like the thought of home and the wild woods.
Goin' Back
I hold up the name, cause we been through it all,
I'm not afraid of change when Daddy said he'd do it all.
I just shook his hand well maybe you're wrong, cause I found the whole world when I found my song in Alabama
Goin' back to bama, gonna take it nice and slow
Goin' back to bama, wanna see some motor roads
Take it easy Alabama and I watch my babies grow
Goin' Back
Alabama
Yes sir, yes sir I'm going to back bama with a bit of that jack,
Shotgun rested on the gun rack give me 20 bucks and a six shot and I come back with a mobile and a 6 pack.
Catfish billy got a piece of that pie, ha tell me do you want some of that? And I pull up with a whole flatbed
The baddest that you ever got from a crop, Yelawolf's got that coal flow from a gold row, put a motherfucker down
In dixie wit' a that I pulled out from the soul, wanna come inside? Well really I got that lock n' load
2, 5, 6 and a new vice grip, and a new wild pet, from the new to the old in alabama
Take my hand Dixie land, if you wanna rise, then I will stand.
Hold my hand Dixie land I know your proud, I understaaaaaaand.
Goin' back to bama, gonna take it nice and slow
Goin' back to bama, wanna see some motor roads
Take it easy Alabama and I watch my babies grow
Goin' Back
You know forgiving somebody
Is probably the hardest thing you can do in the world
Forgiving somebody for fuckin' you up
Fuckin' up your heart
But I ain't gonna lie man
Asking for forgiveness, shit, is hard too
I don't know why you treat me just like a scumbag
When these bitches ain't shit to me but an autograph
I thought we were bigger than that, I thought we were vast
But you just think that I'm an Alabama piece of trash
Just like my dad I'm lookin' for a piece of ass
Motel 6 so bitch get a piece and dash
All these problems add up, like I need the math
But I'd rather divide if it equals bad
Multiplied the dividend until it feel trapped
Plus you never impressed much minus the bags
I never knew Chanel before I knew you
I knew Wal-Mart and Dickies suits
But if it made you happy I would shop
So you could feel all the class of Kennedy's
Remember when Bob said you were out of my league
I just couldn't believe it I just couldn't conceive
I should have jumped from that fuckin' boat or maybe put a blade to my throat
‘Cuz I can never be the one you need, be the man of your dreams
I'm a fuckin' nightmare, a prisoner of the scene
So maybe you need somebody who doesn't believe in dreams
Or maybe you hate yourself as much as I hate me
I told you that I would do anything
Sometimes I don't know how you can complain
Fuck me, I just feel like it's fuck me
Lovin' you, something that would never change
Every day in that I still feel the same
Fuck you, that's all they ever wanna do
All they ever wanna do is fuck you
But if I catch you in the street with another man
Holdin' his hand, I'mma fuck him up
I ain't never had nobody like you
I don't know what to do with myself
I feel like maybe I should give it up
But I can't, I'm so in love with you that I can't see further than right now
And right now I need to fill my cup
Drink my pain away again to weigh up to needin' you
Like I never needed anything but this relationship
You either let the past go and let us grow
Or let us not and let it stop,
you gotta help me know
I put this ink in my own blood, give a fuck about who sees
What do I got to lose but my own soul?
No one loves you like I do and no one ever will
I said you was the coolest, but you need to chill
‘Cuz if you leave me lyin' hurt from some lyin' jerk
I'mma bring my iron to the church like Kill Bill
And fuck up somebody for my baby
Fuck up somebody for my baby
Everybody's lyin', the preacher, the bride's maidens
‘Cuz none of you motherfuckers can live up to my lady
Why can't you see that I'm not shady?
I wouldn't fuck around on you, never no baby
What I was is what I was so just maybe
You will stop worryin' about what I do lately
[Hook]
Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I'm laid out
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talking way out
Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Drunk on ‘Quake, cops pulling off they telling me “turn it way down”
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talking way out
[Verse 1]
Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic
In the pepper Converse tryna climb out
And risk it with nothing in my backpack
It's me: a son of a bitch, a child of a prick
A stepson you don't wanna hit
Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayans
Who you thought it was, B?
Damn right, and I'm on a tightrope
Screaming out “die bitch”, fuck my life
I ain't never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck now
So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Put that bitch back on the spot, give me the pistol before you cock it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
Poor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain't it mane?
Well, I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white
Paint the frame
‘Cause I'm only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name
I ain't a name – I'm a soul, I'm a piece of gold
I'm a pro, I'm a piece of shit too, too
What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what?
I'mma roll all over you when I'm riding
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Used to watch my beeper chirp, new Dickies and a Black (?) shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth
Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm
Media wrong, media right, righting my wrong, lean to get long
Don't come to get this, children go – this building is about to blow
I don't know what I'mma do with this feeling inside of my mind and soul
I'm a one-in-a-million human show
Shoulda been the motherfucking Truman Show
But if you seen me getting raped as a child
You probably wouldn't give me room to grow
Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh
Like a runner on the dailies, high oh my
You'll be good, baby boy, don't cry
I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes
God made me the Cherokee like no
I can't let the world off the hook this time
And if you didn't want this catfish shit
In fact, you should've never shook that line
Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind
I would rather be drunk than be blind
To the space age pimp shit that I combine
With what I know, rock and roll, I'm so famous, country fresh
That I can't take one step in the fuckin' street when I'm in public
So I get in this
(Hook)
I’m getting drunk, hammertime
What you say punk, hammertime
This one is yours, this one is mine
Raise it up, hammertime
Hammertime (x4)
That one is yours, this one is mine
(Verse)
Pull me over ’cause I’m falling over stepping off
Running rap I swear, hello mama how is church
Another sunday and I’m working off in it
Feeling like a edible eat shit for dessert
For the first day of christmas I won’t buzz
Second day of christmas I won’t check
Niggas in the cars and the crop and the city in the chevy
Throwin rocks and your car don’t match
Steady branches while they kill it and before that
You been a real goon ’cause I feelin laid back
But if I wanna run I wanna circle with the upper
So I like it to your rose and I do it in fact
And I’m running on your own, black maybach
And a can of white paint like I came from the top
And the cd drops if you wanna tell your mama
That you wanna come play like you came from the stop
I’m right on time don’t change the clock
With the prime of the rhyme ain’t no cock
And the game’s on lock and the game in the box
Doors on you we got on so back
Better put your mom, better find a job
Call the cops, find it all
‘cause if I made it call, the people that care about you
Never ever ever find you at all
Ah nah hell nah, I don’t know on it, but ball hundred
Crips and tie hand it a hundred
Yelawolf’s raw, ye he’s done it
But I can’t afford to lose this gold
It be like driving a ford to the show
I rather walk and get my chevy towed,
To the front door the bar I sold
(Hook)
I’m getting drunk, hammertime
What you say punk, hammertime
This one is yours, this one is mine
Raise it up, hammertime
Hammertime (x4)
That one is yours, this one is mine
Raise it up, hammertime
(Verse)
Hammertime or jack daniels
Is an old friend of mine
I bought my lady friend a gin and lime
My hand in the pandy line
We took the pills and the feeling get samplified
We sort zandy line and feel the drain is dripped
Hard liquor we don’t sip we don’t baby sit
Draw spitting like I’m niffing on a baby dip
I could get hit like a freight train and leave
But it’s time to go hammer, I’ma go slam her
Tryin to crown but your little ghost
Like a dude want to gold winners
Now tell the shit, I’ma bust them in the head with his so called bottle
He gon’ need some cold water and a pack of ice
I ain’t no role model got a bag a body
We bout to drop it out, we hopping out
There’s something those goons driving drove from those flashing lights
(Hook)
I’m getting drunk, hammertime
What you say punk, hammertime
This one is yours, this one is mine
Raise it up, hammertime
Hammertime (x4)
That one is yours, this one is mine
[Verse 1]
I left my family at home
To go and sing my song
I know the music pays the bills y’all
But I still feel wrong
[Bridge]
Baby I’m doing the best that I can yes I am
And I catch myself running everytime
Really only fall behind
That’s why I gotta just rewind
[Chorus]
Take it easy
There’s no need to speed
Slow it down
Take it easy
[Verse 2]
Baby what’s wrong
Are you alright?
I’m only here for a few days
Lets make it a good night
[Bridge]
Baby you’re doing the best that you can yes ma’m
If you catch yourself running sometimes
Take a breath and recline that he loves you
Just rewind
[Chorus]
Take it easy
There’s no need to speed
Slow it down
Take it easy
[Verse 3]
I’ve been around
I’ve had my back to the wall
But it’s a humble inexperience
To find that I haven’t been through nothing at all
[Bridge]
Cuz even when you doing the best that you can you can
If it don’t matter leave it behind leave your family
your time and your love
And just rewind
[Chorus]
Take it easy
There’s no need to speed
Slow it down
And take it easy
[Outro]
There’s no need to rush, slow it down [repeats], take
it easy [echo]
There’s no need to speed, no need to rush, hurry up,
[Verse 1]
I must be Jim Morrison, to get a motherfucking girl like you,
Don't know what I did in my past life, but it must have been something cool,
Cause I'm a whiskey drinking, thought provoking, cigarette smoking dude,
I got a problem with my attitude, it's hard for me to keep cool,
But when I look at you, I see me, a reflection of a real soul,
So pardon me, if I may seem loose and out of control,
It ain't the drink talking, it's me talking, fuck if everyone knows
You my girl and that's that, so hop on the back of this bike and roll
Let's roll now.
[Hook]
I'd never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'd never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
‘Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing,
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee Love
[Verse 2]
Can't you see that my hands are shaking?
Withdrawals from alcohol,
Ain't no use in us fucking,
But it's our life, ain't it baby?
So ain't no use in us taking, a chance with it,
So I promise that I'll work on my patience
Someday, if we get lucky
And we grow and get old
We'll look back, and laugh about the circus and the show
But for now, we live it up, we spend it up, and we go
To the last call in every bar in this town
Turn the lights on and close, you and me now
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
When I first met you I was so broke,
And I tried to hide behind the Alabama pines,
Prayin' that you didn't know, about my problems,
‘Cause I couldn't, bear to see you go,
And when you found out, all that happened
Your little heart was broke
And I had to earn it back
And I learned in fact
That money don't fix that shit
Not tattoos and I love you's
It's trust that I had to get
I'm sorry that I ever hurt you,
For anything that I did
Can I put this ring on your finger,
Let you know that I'm serious, marry me now
Welcome to the Wolf cave!
YelaWolf!
Me my man, Ben Hameen
She gave, Alabama Connect
Oh, you wanna know about the south?
Ok, play them the Dirty South
Welcome home then
Welcome to the cold hard truth: Bama
Dead Native Americans spirits swarm through the foothills
And whisper through the weeping willows.
It moves like a water rapid dancing through your meadows
Diming lights from thick fog and gravel paths
Footprints of a ghost in the wet grass
That lead into invisible prison cells past
The weird rust is symbolic of the blood bath
Just take a look
The younger generations are committing the worst crimes
They lost in a tangle of evident guidelines
Controlled by the unseen and claim one king
And worship a image despite lies and covered schemes
The halt puts a chill in the midnight breeze
Scavengers on the hunt get whatever is free
The breath of the devil throwing metal debris at lost sons
Caught in the wilderness of the south you better
Run for the ditch, there's locusts in the sky
Hide in the cellar, propellers are humming by
In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives,
Stain glass breaking, the steeple's on fire
In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Welcome to my land, my home: Bama
Where the clouds turn green,
Where The Clan marches up and down the small town streets
Where cops look for excitement
Where the oak tree split and burn form the blue lightning
Where the plantation still stands as an undying reminder
Where the Rebel flag waves as an undying reminder
Some try to find there way out
It ain't easy
The economy's bad and most searching for a freebie
In fact, hustlers of every color stay lookin' for the cracks, and loopholes,
They stoop low and do jacks
With new clothes and shoes.
Hoes, they turn tricks
And follow each-other cause momma just don't give a shit
See black lights and incense they feel roused
Cause no church can soul search like mushrooms,
So young minds, they do lines to feel numb.
Like a thick black cloud of smoke is drifting over the evergreens
The air we breathe ain't safe no more momma.
They polluted the whole city mamma.
The whole city is
Filled with thoughts, education, and short dreams.
The youth dying to live be all it seems
To be all that we have momma,
But I ain't throwin' up my hands momma.
No I an't throwin' up my hands
To many grand schemes I must speak
To get free in my mind.
If I can free my body
Then I write my song alone in the seas,
And put a message in the bottle
For the broken seas to reach everybody.
I know it's impossible,
But I hope these words convey to hit one soul
To eternally echo through my home and known
Staaage Light
Burn one
Trunk Muzik
Re Re Re Mix
we do it all for the
stage lights
oooooooooooo oooooooooo oooooooooo ooooooooooooo oooooo
just for the
stage light
yeah and we got that trunk music yep
Lincoln continental rumbilin shit is over yep
so did you over shlep,
over sleep bonus that ghetto visions a boulder yep
drunk motherfucker I need to take me a sober rest
fuck it give me the whiskey bottle and throw the rest in the trunk
and let the 808 hit the shoulder net
row the best do it screw it hold it in hold it chest hold it up
yelawolf got the shit make you come for ritz
he control the deck
smoking ciggarets
rollin Chevrolets on the start killing shit from LA to bouldercrest
so you need a break and for the rest
fuck you turn blue hold your breath
call a penalty into me going shoulder ref
we winning anyway homie you must be going deaf
you know we going left field and we grow the best skill cut it down from the goal so you can hold the net
if you ball in the grow a set show a check
if you wanna win fit us in in the Rolodex
hater why you looking so depressed
excuse me I got a show to wreak
and its back to the
we do it all for the
stage lights
oooooooooooo oooooooooo oooooooooo ooooooooooooo oooooo
just for the
stage light
I put a dent in that rental buddy back to the fender
sack a track I'm back I'm bagging sacks of this timber
come get you some
ricky go ricky bobby here ricky comes
sportin a hicky from hicky chick-ies who give me some
rolling the sicky stick give ricky the sticky thumb thumbs up
pull up to the party with fifty some bucks
driking not trippin cum fuck
wit a born hippie done crump
I get rythym like a hippie drum son
I'm from the bottom believe it people the freedom eagle
Americas inhaling the bible pale when I feed um
all I wanted was to lead them to the light and see um
now all I'm living under the lights of every colusium
we do it all for the
stage lights
oooooooooooo oooooooooo oooooooooo ooooooooooooo oooooo
just for the
(Intro)
Way down this country road and I holler
Where they make that mung chung seal
There's an old man on the porch on a shack
And the shack is where he leaves
Round the town they call him Paul
It's Paul from on the hill
And every time Paul does leave home
You can hear that from the swing
(Verse)
I'm from the flaming of the Bibleville
That motherfucker freed your daughter's son
Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend without a gun
On the planet that is my home
Fuckin trailer park has got my heart
Often the blunt, I make home when I play in the woods
After dark, you were wimy sober much
Always got the bottle of Jacky O
I take my sips, I talk my shit
And I fight anybody that wants to glow
Tall and slim, walk with a limp
‘Cause my nuts are oversized
Fuck your dope and your alcohol because your shit is overpriced
Hit the buffet for 24 before I'm 21 (mathematics)
Going to jail ‘cause I'm drunk and piggly rigleish
‘Cause I be here and I do my time
‘Cause I can't make that on minimum wage
Nothing to do in the country bucket
Trunk and watch that pendulum sway
Back in the saddle again
Throw my middle finger up to the law
I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight
But I might do it just because
I am a nut, I get bored
Did some pills but I want more
Fuck this world, fuck this town
If I fuck you once I fuck you sore
(Bridge)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit goddamn
Pussy cunt bitch suck a cock
If you want some of this rokin bro
Take the Sprite, suck this rock
Just a flock, super-hot
Dino up, grab a mutt
Get ditched on my shit, fuck with me you gonna get squashed
(Hook)
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy
(Verse)
You don't want it with me motherfucker
I promise I put you with the piranhas inside of a shallow swamp
And then make you follow a boat full of drinking water
And sing to you lullabies while I'm sipping Coronas under umbrellas
Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through it
You fall to root of a tree, if it's onto me then it's cool like it's movin
So why do you think I fuckin hate it
Or lay a log I front of my boat and put a stop to what I do buddy whatever
When I get up in the morning I take a bow
When it's all over they can put my body up in the river
With everything I did for the culture
Inside a the book indicted, came here for my mama who got sick on the fucking thang
Immediately media will follow me to the end of the river
Why the people around my body deliver rhythms and syllables, renovating my scripture
I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture?
My fucking name is Catfish, really though
(Hook)
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea