Sometimes Y lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
We are go for main engine start
All systems initiated
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
And sometimes y, sometimes y, sometimes y
Yeah
I gave everything up when I came to that corporate room
But given up my last okay wasn't good enough for you
When I walk away I'm leaving every bit of shit you polished too
Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek
I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready
Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone
Ahhh
Yeah
I don't care about that frame
You can take that picture down
If you ain't got nothin' good to say
Well then just don't come around
I'll tell you just how I feel
Baby that's how I get down
Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek
I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready
Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone
Ahhh
Yeah
They said let that freedom ring and that liar was a joke
I can't listen to them clowns caught in that circus show
If you believe what they tell you to believe then that's control
Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek
I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready
Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone
I've been kissed
Kissed by the stars
And I might've kissed some ass
But there's nothing
Nothing in the world
Like a kiss
From your momma's mustache
I don't give a damn about
What you thinking about me
Judging through that looking glass
As far as you can see
Don't let that door hit you
Where the good lord split you when you leave
Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek
I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready
Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone
Hole In My Head lyrics - Hole In My Head
I'm just one promise away
From a big marquee in front of the small town theater girl
Pretty red rope set up for you
The popcorns fresh and the Coke is too
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
And don't forget we got private room with the proper view
Where you can watch 'em come on through
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I'm just one bottle away from a good buzz in the broad of day time
Makin' love to my favorite girl
She's undressed in the private room
The sheets are fresh and the coke is too
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
And don't forget we got cameras watching what you do
Paparazzi come unglued
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
But now I'm right back in Louisiana
There must be something in this southern draw now
That keeps me next to you
Right here on this levy line now
I'll just lean against the wall
With this hole inside my head
Yeah drinking me rotten
Loaded it up, shoot it down drinking me rotten
All day here they come they come knocking
Loaded me up, shoot me down drinking me rotten
I'm just one train car away from a trench coat in columbine
Best friend on the front line
Battlefield all red, white and blue
Poor young boy and they come for you
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
And don't forget we got college all paid free bed and suit
No more hungry nights for you
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
We're just one paper away from a free ride on a magic mushroom
No broken straws on the broom
All swept up for the palace aid
Tilted crown wind swept toupees
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
And don't forget we got parking spots reserved for two
A check and a 21 gun salute
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
But now I'm right back in Louisiana
There must be something in this southern draw now
That keeps me next to you
Right here on this levy line now
I'll just lean against the wall
With this hole inside my head
Yeah drinking me rotten
Loaded it up, shoot it down drinking me rotten
All day here they come they come knocking
Loaded me up, shoot me down drinking me rotten
With this hole inside my head
With this hole inside my head
With this hole inside my head
With this hole inside my head
With this hole inside my head
Your left, your left, your left, right, left
Your left, your left, your left, right, left
Your left, your left, your left, right, left
Your left, your left, your left, right, left
Your left, your left, your left, right, left
Your left, your left, your left, right, left
Rock & Roll Baby lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
Ruby red lipstick kiss on the head
Sweat a lot of sleep it's a wet bed
Matchbook collection beside the chair
(Troublesome)
Boy you know daddy only sits there
Leather bound bible in the hotel
(Midnight)
I'll be back in an hour she said
(Alright)
Count the ceiling fan blade goin round
(3, 2, 1)
Lullaby Tom Petty I'm goin down, goin down
Oooh, rock and roll baby
Underwater in a deep dream
Rocketship go to the moon
In the party with the lights on
She got a couple friends out there
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
Razor blade, mirror and a wedding gown
(Fantasy)
Somewhere in the backwoods outta town
Bottle cap tops in the gutter now
(Till the mud dries)
Said I'd be back in an hour now
Hitch hike your way up to the Northside
(Catch a ride)
Kept the Visine for the red eye
Time to fly, time to fly
She got a couple friends out there
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
She got a couple friends out there
Got a man with the long hair
But she'll be heart broke by the sunlight
Rock and roll baby
She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
She got a couple friends out there
Got a man with the long hair
She'll be heart broke by the sunlight
And give it all to the rock and roll baby
Make Me A Believer lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
You said I know I get it all, yeah, I bet
I don't believe ya
Alright, yeah, okay now
In your mind, you think you can handle it all
I wanna see ya, alright, yeah, okay now
Set up your target
Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing
Still bruised from every fight your choosing
Pick a side pick up a gun and shoot it
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
In your mind you
Must be the bossman don't you
Feel like a cheater
Alright, yeah, okay
Whatever man, big checks
Got gloves you caught that sunset
Oh what a leisure
Alright, yeah, okay now
Rented Lamborghini for that Hollywood livin
Another night on a thousand count linen
Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your momma
But ... fuck em' all long as the team is winning
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
Low down no good
I'm just a white trash no good
But your the deceiver
Alright, yeah, okay now
Bad boys tattooed whiskey drink all-day drug use
I'm a receiver
Damn right, yeah, okay now
At the club with the promiscuous women
Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin
I'm may be the child of a man in prison
But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick
Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it, I believe
With all of my heart that it is
A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquency of today, uh the evil
The feeling that you feel when you sing it
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
(Ahhhhh)
Yeah
Make me a believer
Shoe String lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
That's so rock and roll she said
A rollin' stone
A tumblin' boulder
I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder
The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers
And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines
Read her a line from poem that's partly defined, rhymes
From the swamp where nothing grows
She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road
I set her straight with a letter wait let her meditate
I poured the whiskey into the glass let her wait
She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue
Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude
Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le Creuset then maybe you let
Maybe you gave but I never took
Turn the page I wrote the book
28 days in a tour bus purgatory
28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
Checked out end the lease
Took a last look at the lady in the sheets twin peaks
But I mounted up the mountainous terrain
Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame
Hold up
Good night now that's alright
Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
And my memories are violent
But if I had a dollar to go back I wouldn't buy it
But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well
Spent the other ten bucks on a box of zinfandels and o.j.
Hair of the dog tattered and beat scary and flawed
Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws
Told my momma prepare me a cross
Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
With no umbrella in the London rain
Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
Through a tunnel under moving trains
Though I'm a hunter I still prey
The rule of gain
My third eye is the tool of aim
Manifestation is the coolest thing
Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost
And I made bus call by a shoe string
Shoe string
Radio lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
Before the cocaine and the midnight train she was a pretty girl
Before the tears fell on her lonely smile she was a silly girl
She was dancing around like there was no one around there wasn't any girls
She was holding a bag over a mirror in class like one of many girls, many girls
When it was time to put it all on the line she was a ready girl
Taken the shots another one on the rocks she was a steady girl
Dope in the bag another tote in the trash it's just a pity girl
Never enough no it was never enough she was a gimme girl, gimme girl
And the beat it rolls over and over
Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on on forever through the stars it's solar
Yeah she's in the
Radio
Radio
The radio
Radio
Radio
Ah oh
Before the streets and all the lonely creeps he was a good boy
Before the goons he did it all for fun now he's a hood boy
He put the weight in the bag he carried weight to the ave to be the big boy
He got high on the stash yeah he got high on the glass now he's a sick boy, sick boy
And the beat it rolls over and over
Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar
Yeah she's in the
Radio
Radio
The radio
Radio
Radio
Ah oh
Fell asleep on the dash and then you wake up crashed yea it's a crippled world
Not awake for a ride well then your dreamin' alive yeah in your little world
Out there chasin' the thrills runnin' away from your bills yeah it's a rigged world
Like a rat in a mill your running dead on your heels
Out in the real world, real world
And the beat it rolls over and over
Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar
Yeah she's in the
Radio
Radio
The radio
Radio
Radio
Ah oh
Radio
The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)
Radio
Radio
Ah oh
Radio
Radio
The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)
Radio
Radio
Ah oh
Jump Out The Window lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
I've been a missionary for the devil
I've carried so much weight upon my shoulders
I've seen an open sky from underground
I fell asleep inside and almost drowned
Been on the corner with a king or two
I shared a stage with a legendary few
Been broken hearted by the ones I trusted
But none of that compares to what she put me through
Out in this open ocean
I'm on an island standing
There's only me to blame and
There's only you controllin'
There's no more me pretending
No time in the hour
Just one single rose on your pillow
Yeah the sun's going down on the midnight strip
You're feelin' it baby
Everything's possible alright
Just say alright and jump out and let go
Holdin' me down loosen up your grip
You're feeling it baby
Everything's possible alright
Just say alright
And jump out and let go
She's in lingerie, the party's over
The note I wrote her is still out of tune
The light I shine I can't get through the darkness
Feel like a prism hidden by the tomb
I wanted more than anything to see you
But what I wanted was more than what I could do
What I can't explain I try to write a song and
It only made it harder to come play for you
Just left the record running
Till it's no longer spinnin'
You see the story ending
I see a new beginning
There's no more me pretending
No time in the hour
Just one single rose on your pillow
Yeah the sun's going down on the midnight strip
You're feelin' it baby
Everything's possible alright
Just say alright and jump out and let go
Holdin' me down loosen up your grip
You're feeling it baby
Everything's possible alright
Just say alright
And jump out and let go
Holdin' me down loosen up your grip
You're feeling it baby (you're feeling it baby)
Everything's possible alright
Just say alright
Just jump out and let go
(Aah ooohhhhhh)
Yeah it's alright (you're feeling it baby)
Yeah it's alright (you're feeling it baby)
Jump out and let go
Catch You On The Other Side lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
Where did I go wrong I don't know
Maybe I reacted on insecurities
Maybe my daddy's to blame I don't know
I just turn a blind eye on what you mean to me
I've been down now a hundred Saturday's long
My friends all worried about me
To be alone at home
Didn't mean to be unkind but it wasn't easy baby
To tell you I was sorry at the time
And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain
And I will admit that I'm lonely
And I still hold onto one day yeah
Do do do dooo
Catch you on the other side
Oh
Catch you
Catch you on the other side
Walk around this town with nowhere to go
Find my way to a bottle and wash the memories
And I get so high that I feel low
And anxiety sets in when the bottles empty
But there's no holiday like that holiday darling
If it ain't with you it ain't the same
But it wasn't easy baby to write this song
To be a man and take the blame
And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain
And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain
And I will admit that I'm lonely
And I still hold onto one day yeah
Do do do dooo
Catch you on the other side
Oh
Catch you
Catch you on the other side
Do do do dooo
Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)
Oh
Catch you
Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)
Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)
Oh
Catch you
Catch you
Catch you on the other side
Fucked Up Day lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood
A fucked up day in my neighborhood
Fucked up day in my neighborhood
It's a fucked up day
Two, three
Little candle for the masqueraders
Felt the hurt run through the vein of silence
Saw the church fall on its knees for saviors
All the vampires showed teeth and smiling
In the coroners office they gathered
For the body of a sacred passage
Opened up the gate for t.v. actors
The stars aligned for your subconscious atlas
(Oooh)
I'm not old but I seen this before
(Oooh)
I been sold on this shit before
(Oooh)
In the military's open arms
Can it all be just because I don't think so
In the middle of an open road
Time to lace up and prepare for war
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Round, round, round
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Round, round, round
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Round, round, round
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Round, round, round
It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood
A fucked up day in my neighborhood
Fucked up day in my neighborhood
Fucked up day
Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments I can share my strength with you
Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments we become one in the room
Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments we pass down to those abused
Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments we pass down to those abused
Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments we sit down our different views
Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments I can share my life with you
Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moonshiner's Run lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings
You can mash in the bathtub but then you gotta distill it through a liquor steel
My particular steel I'm looking at right now
It's gone be a 15 gallon beer keg attached to three quarter inch copper tubing run into a 55 gallon drum
Out of the outside of that 55 gallon drum
Once you heat the beer keg up to uh in between 175 and 220 it condensates and turns into moonshine liquor
Fuckin' gettin' yee
Alright, I love you
I love you too
Bye
Below the Mason Dixon out in that mobile home it's
45 bullets are loaded down in a barrel
The sun is goin down it's propane inside that kitchen
When it's all done he unloading fire in a barrel
The creeps all gather in the hollow
Bringing out he crates and the hey
Take one more pull out of that bottle
And you'll be on your way
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
Run, run, run, run
Outside the shop he's droppin', motor in that Chevy it's wrenching
Gotta get that load across the Tennessee valley
That muddy water is dripping, hungover, dizzy and drifting
He parked the weight and set a trap in the alley
The creeps bring that money to swallow
Walking out that trap in a haze
He'll bring one more pack in tomorrow
But there'll be none to give away
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
I took the backseat out of a old regal
And I put me four barrels back there
Ran that motherfucker all the way to Georgia too
And the cops got behind me
Shit I ain't stop
I just threw my middle finger out the window
Fuck you
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
Light As A Feather lyrics - Yelawolf
Long as I got my pistol, I'ma take 'em with me when I go
Bullet for every woe, trigger for every throat
Put me in the ground but I'll be back around
Walking on dry leaves and won't make a sound
Ayo, Billy got bars, don't gotta look to find 'em
Build up my bars like a zoo animal and live behind them
Vibration couldn't stop a UFO mid-flight
When I'm lurking pitch black in the woods at midnight, midnight
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I'm feeling better, better than before
I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor
When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board
I just bought a sack of marijuana and hit the sauna
I'ma boujee now, I ain't Ubering in no fuckin' Honda
Wouldn't take the Subaru to chase a kangaroo
If I needed a jump from a mini-van for my soccer momma
I ain't takin' orders from prima donnas unless she's ordering McDonald's
I can afford the dollar, get what you wanna
She poured me whiskey and said "Man, I'm honored"
I threw the glass, put down these ice cubes like anaconda
Left the gas station with a tall tea and hot nachos
A glass pipe, a gold rope, and a Choco Taco
Trailer park Hollywood bitch, low-fashion hot model
5150 gets drippin' like shook popped bottles
Philosophical Slumerican Aristotle
Prophecies from a water reflection out a pothole
Half a billion sold, I'm booked and might not show
Creek Water Cinnamon's hot, I had to stop, drop, roll
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I'm feeling better, better than before
I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor
When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board
Still ride slow like Paul and Kanye
They had to hire a mover just to pick up the pace
Drinking so much Creek Water I locked my keys in a safe
I had to go buy the scooter just to make it to stage
Got the people all acting stupid and loopy, what can I say?
What I thought was a can of worms was a barrel of snakes
Then bust that shit open then, let's get it for God's sakes
Hear mama come yellin' "Beat 'em to death with a yard rake!"
Now picture me fishin' under a tarp on a dark day
Grease poppin' and sizzlin', a filet, table, and a sharp blade
Now picture these haters swimming around music I create
It's not a matter of if, it's which one will take the bait
So bite, fuck a bite, it's yours
You chasing the beef? You want some ground Chuck Norris?
You partial to martial arts? Well chop it up for us
All the hippity-hop on this mainstream hit chorus like
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I'm feeling better, better than before
I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor
When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board
Light as a feather, stiff as a board
I'm feeling better, better than before
Oh No lyrics - Yelawolf
Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't no money like food stamp money 'cause the check money's for a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop, come on
Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart
Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart
Fishnet on a leg lamp shade
Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art
From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall
Move to my own beat like the song's off
Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong call
Heels on the damn toes for the long walks
Story like I'm Rod Corey 'cause I get stoned
Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone
Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone
And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone
Got the ball I'ma run it like the burnt part
Throwing up the number three 'cause I Earhardt
At the bar sideways tryna learn darts
Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy
Yeah, they like
Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Opie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry
Been rapping with the best and it ain't scary
Signed a couple MCs and I did it with
Purple teeth from the wine like I ate berries
Drinkin' 40 oz Schlitz in a bubble bath
Eighteen wheels down like a bus pass
Drop a tour halfway like George Jones
Rough kiss goodbye like a mustache
She was shakin' in line, made her pass out
Must've weighed about at least two hundred fifty pounds
Laid up on the ground down with her ass out
Never met her but we call her big crack house
That's rich like Milo Sweet Tea
Line around the block for the Creek meet and greet
Two hot potatoes and a steak I'ma make it three
Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy
Yeah, they like
Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Roll Tide on the numbers like a quarterback
Bandana tied on a big brim hat
Hit the cycle with the Harley sittin' in the grass
My uncle told me "Break a leg" and I limp back
Came into the game and I made a big fuss
Low glow with the gold chain, big buck
Single wide with the match stick dry eye
Throw the flame like a propane lit up
Back to work on time, never one to win
Got the 808 knock like I'm comin' in
Blowin' through the notebook like a summer wind
Rollin' up with Ouncezilla and my cousin Nin
Mama smiled and said "Boy, you know you ain't shit"
But see, where I come from, that's a compliment
'Cause baby boy got sauce like condiments
Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy and they like
Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop
Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Bounce lyrics - Yelawolf
Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah
Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah
Cracked and hazy, ain't no lie
Go Patrick Swayze and ghost the ride
She said "Baby, you cold as ice"
Bitch you crazy, I'm on fire
Yeah, walking around like I'm in a movie
Light a cigar but jump in the jacuzzi
Squat the motel, fuck the motel
Aluminum can down in a koozie
Got a buzz, now lick the bug
Now like to pull a metaphorical plug
Now drop the last bit of sense I had
Got it medicated with the medical drugs now
Red head, I went Opie Taylor
Red hot like I won't be savored
Cinnamon Creek Water, oh yeah-er
Cover the bar tab, owe me later
When I was younger, would go to keggers
On the cover, pose for Fader
Hip-hop, you know we neighbors
Come on, you know me player
C for the country, A for the 'Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce
May throw the deuces but I still don't give a shit
And all my lunatics still fuckin' gettin' it, yeah
Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah
Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah
Feelin' Shady, feelin' sly
You stuck to labels, I'm peelin' mine
My folks are dirty, ain't no lie
We throw the birdy, we let 'em fly
Yeah, crank it up, I got people to go see
Back up in the lab like I was in '03
Back up on the porch in a rocking chair
With no Activis, a full cup of codeine
Poppin' up with these copper bars
I got enough trouble just throwin' down the old me
Took a hit of that California bud
I call that 51-50 then took the whole thing
Like a shell toe with no strings
Like an elbow with no grease
Like an old rock with no ring
But I'ma make that rock go bling
I'ma make that cop go "Son"
I'ma need that autograph please
I'ma get that selfie and run
And then the ticket reads
C for the country, A for the 'Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce
Bubba's got that bitch packed, Bubba's gettin' lit
Bubba bought the bar, Bubba's fucking gettin' it
Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah
Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah
Tombstone, yesterday is gone
Still kickin', got my boots on
Old Yeller, new bone
Still bustin', Al Capone
Yeah, rolled up in the Chevy like I stole it
Livin' at the bar 'til the manager towed it
Got jacked and I limped back like Otis
New patch on the black jacket, sewed it (Stripes)
Got a quarter bag of that golden golden
Hound dogs wanna take notice
She's a slow poke with a show
'Til the blow get in the nose and then she goin'
Goin' through the sunlight blowin', tokin'
GoPro with the slow motion, soaking wet
Looking like Hulk Hogan's oldest
No holes in the bar, notice no kids
Putting on a show for the whole clique
So sick that I gotta take a pill for it
Hold it, killer than you explode it
Let a full clip out then I reload it
Yo it
C for the country, A for the 'Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce
Conoco lyrics - Yelawolf
Chainsaw Jenkins back at it again
With the non-stop rock-n-roll
This is 103.39
And we are trappin' a sack in the back of the Conoco live though
Hit us up 256-442-9981
For the shittiest weed you can smoke
Just cranked on the boys drinkin' whiskey
No shirt and my bolo tie swingin'
Bible belt in my Levi skinnies
And my permanent gold tooth grinnin'
Pop the top on an ice cold Bud
Seeds poppin' on that Mexican bud
Tellin' all the kids don't use drugs
Boy you ain't no fire cracker, you a dud
EBT fresh meat on the grill
Government cheese, government milk
Truck broke down, need to get built
Baby's lingerie Walmart silk
Four tens, dip, keys and a beeper
Stuck 'em right between the eyes, he's a bleeder
Yeah, I cut him low like my weed eater
'Cause he got my feedback like a speaker
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go
Get that old Chevy on the highway
Let the smoke billow out the side
Shells in the cigarette ash tray
But that ain't no blank shell, no lie
Bandanna over my noggin'
Mama used to call me skillet head
By nine o'clock PM I'll be wobblin'
And I'ma make her go and count that bread
Black Starter jacket and stock Nike
Watch pocket where I keep that drank
Try to stick me for a nickel got aim
No lead he was drawing, no complaint
In the south where the people move slow
Give you springtime bounce in the snow
Got the stash spot scout on the low
We gon' hide the duffle in the corn rows
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go
Kerosene flame in the winter time
Chilli bowl still got shotgun pellets
Bitch, you know the devil ain't no friend of mine
But if you're lookin' for a cheap thrill I'll sell it
Fake Nugget, crucifix broke layin' in the grease pile
Mountain Dew cans been sittin' for a deep while
Brillo pad, burnt glass pipe for the five spot
Catch a quick high then drop by the pawn shop
Old timer with the crooked face looked shocked
Never seen a white boy around this block
But it's work, work, work, 360 'round the clock
So I pulled the box in and I let the trunk pop
Supposed to be scared but I still ain't
Supposed to be sober but I still drink
Hard to hit a movin' target but I still aim
Slumafia, click clack, shoot, gang gang
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco
Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope
Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go
Dope lyrics - Yelawolf
Catfish Billy mane, harder than a pinecone
Hopping off an aeroplane, dropped in your time zone
Trailer park pimp shit, I don't want the red rope
Fuck all the report cards, bitch I know that I'm dope
We know how to get buck, some of them do cocaine
Take it to the moshpit, gang gang gang gang
Tailor made boots on 'em, shotgun shell hot
Do it for the slums now, from the AL dot
Rock from a slingshot, straight to the target
Window on the Honda, in the black market
Coulda been a crime boss, playing with a full deck
I don't care about the cost, now the red alert full threat
'Cause you know that I'm dope
Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks
If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap
Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for
Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me
Who don't wanna be told
Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks
If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap
Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for
Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me
Walkin on thin ice, got a lot of weight on me
You don't wanna roll the dice, gotta ride a team homie
Talk about money well, I don't really give a damn
Got your girl by the ponytail, she don't wanna lead a man
40 in a paper bag, blood on the sidewalk
Must've been the aftermath, somebody shit talked
Neighborhood gon' wild, needles in the trash pile
Used to never get a callback, now they got me on speed dial
Feet in the reptiles and my head's on cloud nine
Took a hit of dab now and I don't have no mind
Outta body, in the zone, stoned like a white boy
Still sittin' on chrome, out for the night boy
And you know that I'm dope
Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks
If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap
Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for
Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me
Who don't wanna be told
Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks
If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap
Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for
Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me
Got a belt for a shoestring, hanging off the blue jeans
Sagging like a wet dog, limping off of codeine
Bitch got an attitude she just wanna to be man
Now she got a napkin, wiping off the Madelene
Raining on Broadway, lights on the ground now
Got up in his alleyway, set the Harley down now
Polka dot suit on her, Rockabilly clown guy
Polka dot bullet holes, you don't wanna clown now
Crawford kickstand, leaning like a G does
Clique got the loud pipes, you know that we does
Wind in the trees split, all of them leaves up
Mobbin' like an army, fuck boy freeze up
Yea the group coming in, looking for the green buds
Roll it on the table, everybody sees us
Fire up the zigzag, smoke in the air now
Second-hand buzz and the weight it won't leave us
They said be careful what you say
Hot shit, goddamn, motherfucker, I'm dope
Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks
If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap
Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for
Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me
Who don't wanna be told
Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks
If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap
Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for
Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me
Who don't wanna be told
If you are bad, bad mouth lil shits like me
Turn that negativity into creativity
That's Slumerican
Yeah
Who's gonna be dope?
Rocks At Your Window lyrics - Yelawolf
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Got the Chevy on the highway
Sun shinin' and the summer rain's comin' down, comin' down
Lookin' back on good times
You and me, we was on the way
Small town with our names in the marquee now, the marquee now
Those were the good times
Yeah, the stage was a lot of fun
I drank all night long
And when it was all said and done
You'd carry me home
Come on
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Wrote a letter, you was locked down
And I never knew if it made it there, made it there
You was always on my mind
Sent some money to your family now
Let 'em know that I'm here and I still care, I still care
I won't leave them behind
Gave a hug to your first son, tears fell down my face
He looks and acts just like you in every way
Come on
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Shawty Fatt
If I never told you that I love you
If I never said that to your face
Man I'm sorry, 'cause I really did, and I really do
Ever since Gadsden, when we were kids
You was always my favorite
Told you if I ever got a record deal, I put you on, and I did
For that I'm proud, but, it was a hard road, homie
Put a tough act to follow
Eminem gave me a record deal, and I hit the road and made you feel hollow
But you never showed it, you just smiled
All you ever said was Wolf, I'm proud
Wolf go kill 'em, Wolf you got this, and you stayed at home and held mama down
She called you son, I called you brother
You even caught the heart of my grandmother
And when you got sick she came to visit
On my behalf, and she kept you covered
Severed son of a preacher man
A choir prophet with a raspy voice
Every time you picked up the microphone, the crowd stopped in awe 'cause they had no choice (Yeah)
Like yesterday (Yeah), like you never left (Yeah)
Slumerican on your gravestone, and the legacies beyond death
I broke in half, when I lost you
I guess I couldn't see then what I gained
My guardian angel in the streets, and a fighting spirit to maintain
Jerrico
Yeah [?]
Slum shit
G.A.D, motherfucker
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
Oooooh, oooooh
I'm throwin' rocks at your window
Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down
HillBilly Einstein lyrics - Yelawolf
If I had one dream, that I could dream it all
I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on
Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off
Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall
'Cause I was raised in a place where
People don't believe that anything is possible
But you can have it all
You can have it all
I'm feelin' real good in this motherfucker
Snake skin boots and a old mashed trucker
Faded blue jean vest with the back marked with 1-9-7-9
Turquoise on the knuckles
Pocket full of credit cards, no limit though
Swipe it till I need to replace new strips
Got the no-touch Amex metal
Should've left the dealership with a new whip
Long way from the trap like a loose bear
Flipped a couple new styles with the new hair
Little bit of rock 'n' roll like a rockin' chair
I'm back and forth like the windchime in the air
Even when I'm gettin' high, still ridin' low
Could've been a quarterback how I get throwed
Imported silk rag, Alexander McQueen
Skulls drip from the neck to the elbows
Let me tell you
If I had one dream, I would live a life like this one
I wouldn't put a rabbit in a hat with a bat, just an ice cold
Pabst Blue Ribbon
If I had one wish, I would live a life like this, fuck wishin' though
I'm a livin' God by law, manifestin' third eye visuals
Hillybilly Einstein
If I had one dream, that I could dream it all
I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on
Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off
Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall
'Cause I was raised in a place where
People don't believe that anything is possible
But you can have it all
You can have it all
Tell that bitch who run up on me in the parkin' lot
At Waffle House and rob me for that sack, I'm good
Seventeen, tryna make a couple bucks
So we can jump fresh in a pair of new duds
Tough lesson on the block, little did he know
I stood with a blade hid down in the bush
Probably should've killed the boy
But the adrenalin runnin' through my heart was enough not to push
Just knowin' I could
Change the rest of my life and how I saw shit
I could either be the young king of a small town
Or shake it off and rise up above it
Been dissed by the most liked kids
Since I don't know when, shit, don't remember when it
Was a time when I fell in line with the in-crowd
Shit, how, when the school is public?
With a mama like, "fuck it"
Black eye from the bully, I got busted
If I didn't hit him back, got another smack
Dried up, two tears in the bucket
I love my mama for that
I remember lovin' drama till the drama come back tenfold
And wonder why I'm stuck in the pintos
And now I'm gettin' money, but you know that I've been broke
I took a lotta karma, had to fix the dent though
'Cause I was wreckin' lifes, only one vehicle
Myself, now I buckle up and I hit roads
Not for lack of mistakes but what I did with those
Sometimes I gotta jump on my soapbox
I feel responsible for tellin' y'all folks these things
Success ain't obtained by what others around you think
Get out of your own way, get after the green
But if I had one dream, I would live a life like this one
I wouldn't put a rabbit in a hat with a bat, just an ice cold
Pabst Blue Ribbon
If I had one wish, I would live a life like this, fuck wishin' though
I'm a livin' God by law, manifestin' third eye visuals
Hillybilly Einstein
If I had one dream, that I could dream it all
I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on
Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off
Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall
'Cause I was raised in a place where
People don't believe that anything is possible
But you can have it all
You can have it all
Yeah
Keep hustlin', baby
Keep pushin'
(You can have it all) There's enough wealth in this world for you
(You can have it all) Slumerican, that's family
Misfits, outsiders, dreamers (You can have it all)
And the door's wide open
(You can have it all) That's love
It ain't what you do (You can have it all), it's how you do it
Catfish Billy, baby
King of the low-lifes, Slum
Money lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Jelly Roll & Struggle Jennings)
[Yelawolf:]
Been at it for a minute, yeah
The full minute from the mud I drop (Uh)
Been had a couple haters, yeah
Had a couple haters, but the buzz won't stop (Uh)
Took a bite of that pie, boy
I'm an American rollin' rock (Uh)
What they gon' say now, boy?
Still Slum and I'm settin' up shop
Shop, shop, Yelawolf, Yelawolf
Yeah, buddy, I'm a trailer park household name, uh
I ain't gotta work another day in my life
I can't complain
But fuck a retirement plan
Still lookin' at Jim like, "You hirin', man?"
Took a vacation and spent half of the time
Pacin' the floor, divisin' a plan
Gotta relax
But I got a big loan, holmes, gotta repay RE/MAX
Got it all pent up, gotta get these bucks
So I don't end up in a ski mask
I'ma lift that truck, I'ma sniff these drugs
I'ma go back home where the heat at
Took a look at the hill, baby, I got real
When I get to the top, I'ma ski back
Like a Canadian, send it
Give a fuck what you play and what's trendin'
Billy's on a parade again with his
Gold teeth like an Arabian dentist
A Capricorn, I'm driven, limitless
Can't lay around, just layin' down the business
You pay today to witness admission
Or you can layaway, the gift is extended, money
In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money
Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money
My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money
'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)
[Jelly Roll:]
She dance with devils, cranks the levels
Love that bass, fuck the treble
My bitch fire, six inch stilettos
Still pull my strings like Tom Morello
I'ma strip it down to the bare wire
'Til the wheels fall off like a spare tire
Spit straight fire out the air fryer
Critics, they can blow me like a hair dryer
Bad motherfucker since I came into the game
They best be watchin' what they say when they talkin' 'bout me
Miss me with the stupid shit 'cause my whole team is stupid lit
I'm talkin' shit while doin' it, Muhammad Ali, woo
Out here winnin' again
The losers are winnin' again
I'm sick of all these feminine men
I'm sick of all these industry pretend-to-be friends, tell 'em, Yeller
[Yelawolf:]
In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money
Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money
My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money
'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)
[Struggle Jennings:]
Fresh outta prison, I got it (Yeah)
How I did it, that's logic (Yeah)
Hard work and no stoppin' (Yeah)
Seen a problem, I solve it (Yeah)
Feds askin', no comment
Money don't make me, I make profit
Everybody feelin' hurt, Dave Chappelle
Cobalt blue SS Chevelle
Yeah, I'm extra hell, oh, I guess they bailed
That's a epic fail 'cause I'm blessed as hell
Funny to me that you dead in the water
And I'm SNL on a Tuesday night
I'm batshit crazy, got 'em sick like China
Why all these dicks act like vaginas?
I'm the guy at the bottom of the well that you wish in
Come up dry, just keep fishin'
How the hell is you dissin'
When I bought the pot that you piss in?
There's a lesson here that you missin'
Hold up, honey, honey, Linda, listen
If you're worth more, gotta work more
Still gonna run my mud mouth if I'm dirt poor
I'm a sinner, but a church boy
Yeah, fuck a couple carats, I'm wearing some kind of turquoise
[Yelawolf:]
In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money
Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money
My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money
'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)
Dog House lyrics - Yelawolf
Yeah, hold up
Ah
Hehe
Yeah
Really though, Catfish, really though
Yeah
Walking around
Pacing back, and forth I go
What's on my mind?
You and I, go down that road
What do I do?
Hang up the phone, and walk away
You told me, you'll be back, back someday
Bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied
Every time
And now I'm in the dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Til the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Til the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that
I get drunk
Hung my head, at the bar
Where was you?
Baby please, pick up my call
I'm just me
Rowdy boys, never change
Should've known
When you said, we'd be okay
But bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied
Every time
And now I'm in the dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Til the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Til the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that
I don't really know hell
One of us is a total mess
Must be you, I can't take the fault
Cause I'm too damn proud to just hold my breath
I speak up when I feel down
I feel down when I speak up
Neither one of us got a grip on shit
Or maybe that grip's just too damn tough
Confusing the heart is true
I know what the girl needs faults
I'm good as an artist, true
I know how to just talk, thoughts
The point of it all is lost
It's all a joke, I thought
I'm blowing smoke, exhaust
That's not a COVID cough
Fuck it all, it's just bottoms up
Ashtray full of Marlboro butts
Must be tripping, what a Klutz
Whatchu sipping? What the fuck
In the dog house where I live bro
Oh, you too? Bump the elbows
Two bricks holding up a gold post
Kicked out, she kicked a field goal
Damn, got me, homie
And now I'm in the dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Til the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that dog house
And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight
For running my big mouth, out with the boys
Til the early morning, partying the problem away
We all in that, dog house
Oh, you too? Pshh, I already know (Big Mouth)
Here you go homie
That's on me (Dog House)
Matter of fact
Hey, bartender (Big Mouth)
Let's get a round of Creekwater over here
Losers Win Again lyrics - Yelawolf
Uh, what's up Wes?
Man nothing much, what's up?
What's wrong, man?
Ah, I'm in the dog house again, man
You in the dog house, bruh? Yeah
Sheesh, me too, man
I just don't get it
Well it's good to see you tho
Hey, we're in it together
That's right Hell yeah
A couple shots, let's do it
If there's winners and losers
I'm a chooser, chooser
How I pick my friends
Some are drinkers
Call us down and help with the losers win again
Homeward Bound lyrics - Yelawolf
Sometimes I sit alone and
Watch the moon
While the stars go 'round and 'round
All of me falls to the ground
And I know everything's in tune
Homeward bound, yeah
I'm homeward bound
Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found
I'm homeward bound
Oh, sometimes
Yeah, sometimes I
Sometimes I sit alone and
Watch the moon
While the stars go 'round and 'round
All of me falls to the ground
And I know everything's in tune
I'm homeward bound
Homeward bound, yeah
I'm homeward bound
Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found
Homeward bound, yeah
I'm homeward bound
Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found
Bottle that I found
Stars go 'round and 'round
Stars go 'round and 'round
Stars go 'round and 'round
On the ground
Aquanet lyrics - Yelawolf
For the dope girls
Dope-dealin' girls, that is
1985, lower Antioch
Hickory Hollow Mall
Where they at, where they at?
Where they at, where they at?
Yeah
Pink jelly slippers, Whoopi Goldberg yellow river pumps
Hold the diet button up
Swatch watch, doubled up
And the pinky ring in [?]
Sticky purple reefer buzz
Sick as fuck she got the bug
People bringin' in the guap
Mama bringin' in the drugs
Stackin' up that folded money
You know daddy never does
Countin' all that profit up
Heavy tipper at the club
Treat the hustle like a cripple if a cripple need a crutch
Then she walk across the street
Take your keys and leave you stuck
Throw that rouge up on her lips
Flip the mirror in the whip
Barber razor blade inside that Gucci wallet off the hip
Got the stick up off the boat in case you need that brick shipped
Got the LSD on paper case you bitches wanna trip
Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around
Diamonds on her fingernails
Betty out there, gettin' down
Trappin' at the motel
Seven for a quarter pound
That bitch is doin' so well
Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown
But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Bon Jovi on the airwaves
And Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Bon Jovi on the airwaves
18 wheeler tractor truck is pullin' out the parkin' lot
She done brought the fuckin' crop
Took the suitcase to the boss and did that shit without a Glock
Gotta go collect the stock
Got a goon that's on the watch
Got a goon on paper, too
Yeah, that goon is punchin' clocks
Powder on the kitchen table, powder on the counter top
She's a natural born killer
Make a killin' 'til ya drop
Dump that duffle bag in one
If they chase, they never stop
Leave your product home with mama
And bring mama back the pot
Never sleep, she never dream
Never need no weddin' ring
All she do is shop and hustle so she never cook and clean
She's an 80s baby
MTV with Bowie on the screen
And her bangs are always perfect like her favorite magazine
Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around
Diamonds on her fingernails
Betty out there, gettin' down
Trappin' at the motel
Seven for a quarter pound
That bitch is doin' so well
Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown
But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Bon Jovi on the airwaves
And Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Bon Jovi on the airwaves
Take that girl up out the country but can't take the country out
Still got plastic on the couch
Got that accent in the south
Tell me what you talkin' 'bout
Ain't no pool table in sight
But that 8-ball is in route
Corner pocket of a [?] and this one's on the house
Drop a name, she never does, drop a dime, I highly doubt
Too much ridin' on the family, holdin' down the local drought
Cadillac is all original, you see her backin' out
Brown paint, brown guts, so she call it "Black & Mild"
If you're lucky with your plug, well then you'll maybe get a call
Keep that beeper on vibrate and don't tell nobody at all
Yeah, that circle super tight, so be careful how you talk
Pulled that pistol out her purse and put that pistol down your drawers
Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around
Diamonds on her fingernails
Betty out there, gettin' down
Trappin' at the motel
Seven for a quarter pound
That bitch is doin' so well
Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown
But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Bon Jovi on the airwaves
And Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua Net hairspray
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Bon Jovi on the airwaves
Aqua Net hairspray
Dope girl, keep slangin', yeah
Dope girl, keep slangin'
Aqua, Aqua Net
Hot lyrics - Yelawolf
We ain't in here, we outta here
We ain't in it, we above it
Yeah!
Just ran up in the mall with a quarter sack of heroin
Chocolate chip ecstasy
'Bout to sell a couple to a redhead, yeah
I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King
Said he was an Eminem fan
So I gave him an autograph and said vicariously
And I never use that sparingly
American, please, take two on me
Get a pair of new chucks, put 'em in the back seat
Right next to the other fifty pair
I put 'em on now, ready, I'm fresh as fuck
I change clothes like I never had shit to wear
Like I never had a new whip to clean
Scrubbin' white walls, I can get tipped, yeah
Like I've never had a bucket seat to lean
Grippin' woodgrain 'til I catch a pistol, yeah
I'ma head over to the bar, reach in the toolbox
Throw a monkey wrench and catch a ratchet
Head up into the car, reach in the glove box
Pop the trunk and go jack a rabbit
In the mood to be rude, crude and trashy
What's new but a credit card usin' plastic
Gotta carry two dollar bills in the back of the
Chain wallet just to feel like I'm average, I'm
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot
And I'm feelin' sketchy
Fuck it, I'ma let the lead doodle (brr)
You feelin' breathy
Chasin' me down like a bottle of Yoo-hoo
But I'm a star, I'm like a space student
Boy, check the clock up in the bird, I'm coocoo
You walkin' out the club like a wet noodle
Put your boy on a leash like a pet poodle
Bitch, firecracker
Nobody would light 'cause that fuse is too short
An evangelist for the dope man
I got the plug, what's he abusin' you for?
Hittin' for the low like a basement, new floors
So keep your head up like a compass due north
You comin' round the mud in the heavy Chevy
No Benz to him, no crown vic', the blue Ford
Still kickin' Dixies
Still spit this filthy dirt the southern view for
The gutter and the motherfuckerin' crooks to do court
Thanks to play I'm still kickin' new doors
Down, I'm still bustin' locks for you boys
Steal this shit like I stole manure
Smoke bellowin' out of a chimney stack
I'm burnin' up a track like a full pack of Newports
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot
All motherfuckin' day
Cambo, give me that moonshine, boy
Fuckin' gettin' it, yeah!
And I really don't mind
Whether or not you consider me as a rapper
I wrote a book on how to flip on the pattern
They forget about the wolf, now they're flippin' it backwards
Ooh, what a rotten apple
Fuckin' worms, just bait and tackle
So as a matter of fact
You're better off leavin' me out of the rappers chapter
So while the old turntable wobble around
I'ma hit another shot, swallow it down
Take a purple bag off a bottle of Crown
And spare no change, follow me now
Every single record was a part of me now
They wanted to hold a piece and a part of me down
Motherfuckers are 'bout to get all of me now
ET phone home, callin' me now
Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am
Meant to be this hood, trippin' out all day
Just two more grams, I'm up in these woods, yeah
And like an oak tree that's poking
Off of the riverbank, I be hangin' lowkey
Throwin' my cigarette in the fire like an old chief
Packin' a bowl in the corn pipe with gold teeth, I'm
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot
Hitchy-witchy country ass shit
What you talkin' 'bout?
Catfish, motherfucker!
Mud Mouth lyrics - Yelawolf
Yeah
I feel the breeze coming in
I smell the smoke on the pen
That country boy killing these motherfuckers
Pullin' up in the box, I'm around the bend
Sticking this pocket like trap rappers
Here for the meal bitch, I brought a bowl
Carry the weight like I'm hauling oats
Got 'em clearing that dope like that Conoco
Who's that motherfucker Billy?
We can rock out and go hook out in Harlem
Who would cosign this white boy
Jimmy I piss out a starter
Fed with a long handle spoon
Got an attitude, yeah, I'm a problem
Got a chip on the shoulder
'Cause I'm from 'Bama
Alabama boys ain't 'bout no caution
My destiny ain't second-guessing
Ain't gonna filter expression
They hit me with stereotypes
I decline, I ain't gonna answer the question
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just a product of southern environment
Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid
Bought me some Cartier shades
Threw them bitches in the lake
Swim to the bottom to find 'em
Swim back to the top with an old grenade
Look what I found Cambo
Pull the pin, buddy, what do you say?
Fuck it, here we go
See, blowin' up ain't never safe
Fucking dead man with the lead man
Caught a wig like I came with a Steadman's
Slum bakery how I'm bread man
Turn my nick in the dirt like I'm red man
See the future with me in the Chevy van
Like a peyote trip, in the red sand
Drop another classic in the set man
Go on pull the plastic on the bed man
Got the drip, HOT, swept like a felt hat
808's hitta's breaking these icecaps
Son of a bitch, yeah, I like that
Take a look at your soul, what a sight dad
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just a product of southern environment
Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid
To rock and roll had to cut it up
Like I ran up in a thorn bush
Stop, drop, and roll, you ain't dope enough
With them silly ass rhymes and that boring hook
Bitch I'm red Atlanta, Circa Dungeon fell in 1998 swag, yeah
If you know then you know, if you don't then consider yourself runnin' late rap, yeah
Black on them made that check
Playing tape with the playback ,yeah
With them hippies like way back, yeah
In the kitchen, they make crack, yeah
Still mobbing deep and I'm not sure
I just sold out the show, got the spot booked
Blinders on like a Tennessee Walking Horse
Tunnel vision I'm focused, do not look
Like a book, I see them laying back
Billy ain't the one, he ain't sayin' that
Got a bigger budget, need to pay it back
Drop a fucking heater on a Maytag
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just a product of southern environment
Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid
You Don't Know (For Fucks Sake) lyrics - Yelawolf (with Ed Sheeran)
Living the life of a student
Yeah I begin on a high
Losing my mind
And they say that I’ve been winning for time
Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife
But then I make the cut whenever delivering the lines
Sit on the side, with a rhymepack
With a tin in my sights
Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends
Cause I paid in my pride
Giving the time to write rhymes
But I find truth at a quarter to five
Eh
[Yelawolf]
It’s kinda like I took a train
To the left side of my brain, oh, main
Toddle some mud, under my door
You know I’m stepping in my own lane
All of these speakers sitting behind me
but what psychology, psychologically insane
Part of me wanna get down, down, down
making you go low, inside
[Ed Sheeran]
You don’t know, if you don’t know by now
You better tell him ’bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?
Yeah, yeaaaah
[Yelawolf]
Ten toes to the dirt
Pencil to the paper
God has a favour for your thirst
Drink-drink ya pint bye-bye
To this bullshit praise allah
To the wheels I’m a ridah
Steering your prada
Only closed in my ada-di-das
I’m a fetus in my boom sake nana
Daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa
[Ed Sheeran]
Back with my bang yo, straight loop on my [?]
But every single one of my fans know that
Every damn show, I’m taking their ears on a journey
Like I’m flying with Van Gogh
Livin’ so sweet without Gretel and Hansel
Critics hate the lyrics cause they think I’ve been tangoed
Find me wearing old clothes rocking a Kangol
I’m riding round with Yelawolf in your daddy’s Lambo
[Yelawolf]
Hello me, how ya been?
You got a mullet again like when you was 10
You’re probably sipping sweet tee’s, you still huh?
And your piggy bank is full of change
Fact, what you used to steal from
You been playing fools, like a steel drum
Pulling out early, and they still come
Eating from the game, when you know the meal’s done
Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims
Hold up baby, sit still son
Woah, this old rock, it heals been rolled
Still shocking when I see ‘em go
bananas and they hammer the [?]
[Hook]
[Yelawolf]
I’m not the average half wit
After this hour gets out of this
60 seconds I’m going in any directions
And chasing this jack with a shot of Budweiser and water
It’s probably the better idea you move the direction in
Fact its a part of me to be the looser of cannons
Blowing his fucking mics like the winds [?]
Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans
But really who’s a friend?
Jump in this little fire jump right back in the pool again
Know I be new again
A student of you my friend
Watch your manners I’m tossing rappers up at my crew of 10
Minus 4, minus war
You don’t want it
Shady records I’m already better, fuck it, doggonnit
Dog don’t gotta lead
Dog’s already home
Jack, dog I’m a beast, I’m a wolf
Bring your dogs back
A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can
Shhh, tell him how we gonna sell ‘em man
Been working hard all week
(So if you wonder if we earned it, well its not a probably)
So won’t you bring that back to me
(And holla when you hear it like all the screams of a halloween)
I got blisters on my feet
(To walk in night with you is not the shoes to be borrowing)
So won’t you bring that back to me
(Cause all the sole of my pin is what all the sorrow brings)
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no
If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no
Billy Goat (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Catfish Billy Goat
Really though... (Haha)
Yeah!
I must... I must be a fucking goat
The way this chain is hanging off my throat
Warming up my vo-cals
Need somewhere to hang my coat y'all
Ray-Bans on my face, bitch I ain't looking at you, ho
But my guess is she would exit this shit with me, no, I know, yes I know
But fuck that shit! So pardon my French and English too
But fuck that also, cos I wanna hollow out my cuss words out on you
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Pootie Tang
Taking you over to the studio and do my thang
I am dope, jump on this track like Kangaroo Jack
Aboriginal boomerang, I am dope
Left, right, left, right, soldier step right up
I'm airtight, fuck your stairflight
I'm prepared like, I'm not scared like fuck your hairline up!
Barber school, see I got haters by the carpool
They say I changed, that's because I got a jar full
You primates, monkey ass, white boys lyin' fake
Oh you a hip hop head? Bitch, your first record was Kanye
You just on a blind date
You get dumped with the rest of 'em
When this current trend is over with..
I'll still be on my way
Yeah, that laughable trend's like detachable friends
Them fuckers show up to party
But when that party does end, they Gone with the Wind
So I hope that song that you spin makes you enough bread to retire
Better watch what you spent
Anyway, that shit is dead like any day
All I'm saying is regenerate and penny save
If you swag surfing then certainly you'll ride any wave
And you're already dead, homie, so pick any grave
I pledge allegiance to the Slumerican flag
Ten stars for every letter
Lighting bolts to lead the path
For the slums I represent
From the laundromats of cash, from growing dope illegally
Break the law and get the bag
Yeah, and take the saw and cut the slabs
You build your house with straw and mud
That when it rains your roof will sag
Dag, take the crawl before you run, that pace right there will win the race
So run the laps and not the drag
But what do I know, Fido?
If you're a dog, I'm a dog
We're just two frogs on a log singing in the moonlight till the DJ hits pause
Or my body pit falls
From the whisky sip, then I'm empty and tall
Till the ink pen don't draw
Put until then, friend, I'm gonna need another pen, dawg
Cos I’m a highly orchestrated life aboard the Earth
I’m guided by the light, the light is inside the word
The brightest candle with the thickest wick
Melanin is irrelevant
I hear the kick, hat, snare, that there hits my soul, bro
That's why I go hard on beats and also get down with dough bros
What the fuck, I'm too hard for lumberyards
I'm too sick for cancer sticks
Built that bridge to come across
A ghett-o philanthropist
Hustle hand over fist
A pro-phylactic, no chauvinist
Oh Jay no, fuck I'm smooth as shit (polished!)
And don't shoulder nits
Never made it to college...
But I made it to Shady!
Gave myself no other options
"Yela, you're dreaming, ya crazy!"
I saw the gap in the options
The South is an orphan and lazy
Nobody wanted to father it
So I made it my baby!
Your rockabye the Rock and try and mash it all up
And who the fuck am I!?
Didn't reinvent the wheel
I just threw spokes up under that Monster truck and ride!
Sorry about the oil stains that I left on the road
If you slip and fall on the shit I talk, then I guess you're the run of the joke (run of the joke)
Don't get lost in the timing
If the water's still then let it be still
In this world when the lightning
What you build ain't always exciting
It maybe is until they see and feel
In this world when the lightning
You've got to earn your invite...
(Trunk Muzik III)
Bloody Sunday (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Catfish Billy
M.W.A., Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian Jones
Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody
Always been about it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
Never been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck a imitator
Drop another hot potato, son
Take 'em back to Piedmont Park
With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in peace Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still wavin' that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a hazmat
Leavin' these fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spillin' your guts
You better cork your bottle
You feelin' yourself, like jerkin' off to my tunes
You willin' to bet, I'll make a splash like potholes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You'll be runnin', tryin' to escape what's comin'
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden, psh, whatever
You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I'll make that place your home
Like the Sons of Mumford did
Lame, I'm all the way up, woke, turnt
You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt
Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holdin' firm
You want the doe, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, hip-hop is snoozin'
You could use an Uber, like a student pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move into the hall, against the wall, stupid
Who's the man? Who's the tutor?
Lead is flyin' 'til they dead or cryin'
The police are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trench coat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a black rhino's horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone
Never let bygones be bygones
Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios," bitch
Rappin' obese is just bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
These videos all look alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck?
Hold up, G—easy
I can't let this Tom Cruise-lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
Don't know if I'm watchin' Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the foil
I'll boil you 'til the kettle's dry
Have a nice day, suave
I'm a different breed, I'm a wolf, okay?
Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe, boy
So little boy flows some O.J. poured in the glass
With your buttermilk pancakes
Mama's little helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the Bébé Kids in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
Bitch, holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, it's another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, take the ball and
Let me here kick that shit, Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go straight back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers back
All that chain stitchin' from Chill Bill
And the cowboy boots and hats
Damn, Posty, can't we be friends?
Our clothes already match
Poser, biter, appropriation thief
Give a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree
Boy, you're my seed
Another mullet in the gang with the teeth icy
I just picked a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a B-side beat
Dribble through the middle up
Crossover on 'em like I'm in the NBA
Look, I don't really give a fuck
Tell me, what do I gotta lose anyway?
Still mobbin' in the pickup
Throw a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III, bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rollin' over in his grave
'Cause I'm a conductor and a conduit
Of musical energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady
Bumpin' daily somethin' crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me somethin', baby
No one's playin', fuck you, pay me
Trunk Muzik III
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