Diamonds are forever…
So I’ve heard
Yeah yeah yeah big, big, big swollen old things
Yelawolf
I’ma give a shoutout to Kanye West for this beat right here
(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever…)
I guess that’s why Roc-A-Fella is still rocking
(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever…)
I guess that’s why, that I got coal in my stocking
(Forever…)
Coal turns to stone, and stone turn to rings
And rings become fashion
(Forever…)
Hey, if it lasts forever
I want to know myself
And I’m tired of asking
Take a deep breath
In 3 minutes there be no air left
I drop verses like [?] that drop purses
When I used to pop glass with a spark plug lurking’
[?]’s a label that I could claim for certain
To smart for jail time, I moved under the surface
Low budget crooks do wicked thangs
I spit one Christmas Eve, one year lifting names offa’ boxes
Sitting on the gift like a hostage
A old Grinch that stole Christmas from a nice kid
But Billy didn’t really need it, did he?
I mean I knew the reality of veracious pity
But really my homeboy was calling and my wallet was missing
My angel was too far away I guess I hurt his feelings
I’m looking up, and my nose is on the ceiling
The walls are closing in on my dreams and the vision
Oversee with me and a family seems far away
And impossible to come to a stage of obedience
I’m seeing grief in the seat of another man fathering my child of my destiny
And I need control
Yeah
Man at least I know better
But all I’m thinking is a diamond looks better
Time faded the [?] I’ve paved for the grave that I dug for the victim of my lost soul-ways
Days passed on me like a blimp
I could only pray that the heartache that I gave was okay
Mumma didn’t raise no fool
(Nah)
But mumma had a use for the jewels, they gave her a attitude
Young people dying at the hands of the beast in the East
Digging diamonds for the old white man
The power of the jewel is the prism it creates
When the light in the cut makes the colors expand
(Yeah)
Fools misuse and mislead and deny
That the real reason they would kill for the blue thrill
Is only because the status of the rock makes the hand of the owner feel like a real meal
When women can’t get a real meal
When men can’t get a hot meal
When kids can’t get a cooked meal
How does that make you feel?
Here an American on the hill
You could be in the projects still
You could never feel the hurt, the chill
You’re ice ain’t cold enough, kneel
Kneel before the lies that gave
Kneel before the pain that it’s sourced so you can feel like you mean something
You really mean nothing
You’re grill means nothing
(Yeah I said it)
Children are suffering but they cheering you in public
(What?)
Jesus on the chain don’t make the Imperial love it
Halt!
Serial numbers decoded by the diamond thief in the vault
Ten carat piece
Ten souls bought
20 lives lost in the journey from the 17th century till now
Family heirloom that kept daddy proud
Taken like a grain of sand from a desert mound
They will never miss it
The crew will get rich with the stone
Just to see his baby come home
Taken by the diamond slave miners as a child
The rewards only really to see his daughter smile
So I guess the gift that I took makes sense
He stole it for his baby
I stole to give a gift
Wow
Yeah just think man
Just think
Going to run through it before you spend the cash on it
Hold up
Hold one up
Yeah
(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever…)
I guess that’s why Roc-A-Fella is still rocking
(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever…)
I guess that’s why, that I got coal in my stocking
(Forever…)
Coal turns to stone, and stone turn to rings
And rings become fashion
(Forever…)
Hey, if it lasts forever
I want to know myself
And I’m tired of asking
(Diamonds are forever, forever, forever…)
Yeah
Kid rock
It’s ghetto
Yeah
Rock on…
Alabama
Rock on…
Shiny diamond
Number 7
Prism
Number 3
Prism with the light of god
Number 7 the most hot
And number 9, number 9
2 Hot 4 TV lyrics - Yelawolf
Brrptptatata
'Ey when your hear shots ring
It's probably my team
10 o'clock I'm in the shower, phone rings
It's for you Wayne, I'm in the shower
It's important Shawty Fatt is on his way
Said he needs to talk to you before the show
Tonight at 2:31, alright, okay
Slide the curtain back and grab the phone
"What up? what's up with it? what's going on?
It isn't like you, to go interrupting me for anything at all"
He said "I'm just fucking with you Wolf" and laughed if off
Hahaha.. Dick head, hang up the phone
Take the phone, wrap my towel, dry off and throw my clothes on
In an hour we go home, though I ain't liking the idea
Of opening up for Trina
I support my clique through whatever
So I met my team up at the parking lot
We all came together in separate cause
We like to debate up alot, small town super stars
Every clique got somebody
That is spotted more than bout it
But I doubt if you ever seen a soldier more bout it
Then I ride and die
Partner with the hard like a pirahna
And I bite like a lion
With the bullets to back up the drama
2 Real for TV, yea pulled up in a Minivan
Bumpin' that Jeezy, "What up Wolf?"
"What up my man?", I dept his hand
Security was yelling already that we needed to move
But we ain't studying that until security lost a clue
And started mouthin' off to the wrong one
Specifically the main one who aim guns
No, bad idea fat boy, I seen it coming
Fistful surrounded them
A couple of them was swinging and yelling
It could've been over in just a second
But the asshole was persistent
And 2 Real for TV ain't with it
Me and my dread homie held tight
They started yelling out the cops are coming
But it was to late something's got a hold
And 2 Real popped the trunk, grabbed the steel
Cocked it back and walked into the front door of the club
You don't want it here, there, anywhere I promise you
The sirens are sounding [?] for the rest of the crew
Called my homie Fist to get the scoop of what went down
"It was nothing Wolf", shit
We up in this bitch chillin' now
Damn
That's how ya'll get down?
For sho' Fistful
'Ey when your hear shots ring
It's probably my team
10 o'clock I'm in the shower, phone rings
It's for you Wayne, I'm in the shower
It's important Shawty Fatt is on his way
Said he needs to talk to you before the show
Tonight at 2:31, alright, okay
Slide the curtain back and grab the phone
"What up? what's up with it? what's going on?
It isn't like you, to go interrupting me for anything at all"
He said "I'm just fucking with you Wolf" and laughed if off
Hahaha.. Dick head, hang up the phone
Take the phone, wrap my towel, dry off and throw my clothes on
In an hour we go home, though I ain't liking the idea
Of opening up for Trina
I support my clique through whatever
So I met my team up at the parking lot
We all came together in separate cause
We like to debate up alot, small town super stars
Every clique got somebody
That is spotted more than bout it
But I doubt if you ever seen a soldier more bout it
Then I ride and die
Partner with the hard like a pirahna
And I bite like a lion
With the bullets to back up the drama
2 Real for TV, yea pulled up in a Minivan
Bumpin' that Jeezy, "What up Wolf?"
"What up my man?", I dept his hand
Security was yelling already that we needed to move
But we ain't studying that until security lost a clue
And started mouthin' off to the wrong one
Specifically the main one who aim guns
No, bad idea fat boy, I seen it coming
Fistful surrounded them
A couple of them was swinging and yelling
It could've been over in just a second
But the asshole was persistent
And 2 Real for TV ain't with it
Me and my dread homie held tight
They started yelling out the cops are coming
But it was to late something's got a hold
And 2 Real popped the trunk, grabbed the steel
Cocked it back and walked into the front door of the club
You don't want it here, there, anywhere I promise you
The sirens are sounding [?] for the rest of the crew
Called my homie Fist to get the scoop of what went down
"It was nothing Wolf", shit
We up in this bitch chillin' now
Damn
That's how ya'll get down?
For sho' Fistful
Go To Jail lyrics - Yelawolf
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
See that dude? He's ready, huh?
Face lookin' like he got hit with the funk
You smell shit and can't spot it?
That's a habit hard to break 'til you run into a dropkick
From the balcony like Chuck Norris
In a pair of Timbos and the king sits in the forest
Wolf, you just threw away your Rolex, you're wasting time
Cereal box MC's, keep wasting lines
Your cornballs get popped, your captains get crunched
You might be frosted but you a Mini-Wheat, punk
I'm bails of haystack, a whiteboy that'll hit the pump
You grab a AK, I'll drive a tank out the trunk
Be humble, the written word is upon to you
Earthquake the L Train shakes and the rubble pumbles you
Some folks were born to rap, I was born to utter truth
Thou art with me, and your art stoop
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
Rush 'em, leave 'em out like a bad pet
Take his money like Las Vegas in debt, that was a bad bet
Who told you to do that, damn it? Who?
When you get up, go right back to him, and tell him to come over here too
I'm a clique rusher, havin' sex with the flu, a sick fucker
With the winds with no chapstick, a lip buster
Where're your 24's now, SupaRich?
Up under my sister's double-wide trailer just for kicks
I took the bricks, put 'em under the axle of your new shit
Now you got a Flintstone's Crown Vic
Put me in cement shoes and throw me in the lake
Tie my hands behind my back, duct tape my face
That wouldn't kill Yela Copperfield, I'm David Wayne
I got tricks up my sleeve like I got hoes, trackin' over lane
Don't get hit with the stiff arm, Cadillac is runnin'
Put wannabe-gangsters on my grill like burgers on a Foreman
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
See that dude? He's ready, huh?
Face lookin' like he got hit with the funk
You smell shit and can't spot it?
That's a habit hard to break 'til you run into a dropkick
From the balcony like Chuck Norris
In a pair of Timbos and the king sits in the forest
Wolf, you just threw away your Rolex, you're wasting time
Cereal box MC's, keep wasting lines
Your cornballs get popped, your captains get crunched
You might be frosted but you a Mini-Wheat, punk
I'm bails of haystack, a whiteboy that'll hit the pump
You grab a AK, I'll drive a tank out the trunk
Be humble, the written word is upon to you
Earthquake the L Train shakes and the rubble pumbles you
Some folks were born to rap, I was born to utter truth
Thou art with me, and your art stoop
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
Rush 'em, leave 'em out like a bad pet
Take his money like Las Vegas in debt, that was a bad bet
Who told you to do that, damn it? Who?
When you get up, go right back to him, and tell him to come over here too
I'm a clique rusher, havin' sex with the flu, a sick fucker
With the winds with no chapstick, a lip buster
Where're your 24's now, SupaRich?
Up under my sister's double-wide trailer just for kicks
I took the bricks, put 'em under the axle of your new shit
Now you got a Flintstone's Crown Vic
Put me in cement shoes and throw me in the lake
Tie my hands behind my back, duct tape my face
That wouldn't kill Yela Copperfield, I'm David Wayne
I got tricks up my sleeve like I got hoes, trackin' over lane
Don't get hit with the stiff arm, Cadillac is runnin'
Put wannabe-gangsters on my grill like burgers on a Foreman
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
Pistol N The Air lyrics - Yelawolf
[Luda & Yelawolf:]
Think I'mma try something that I.. that I never did before on this one.. (Me too Luda) let's go
If the block stays poppin', I'mma keep rockin'
Run the red light full speed
You might seen a B-Boy drop and freeze
But you ain't never heard of me (Please..)
Shine up my chrome, put the glaze on my shoes
Jump fresh, dress to kill, I'm dippin' on you's
Sit back, my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac
Ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat, with a black mac
Raf back, the bitter swinging, and I got an extra bat
Like a weapon of mass destruction you can bet as bad
I'm stickin' oh mama's mad, Mama better be glad
Mrs. Jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back
Not like that, I might beat her up like Michael's dad
With the hard fist of rifle raps, your daughter was born with a nice round ass
Round is on the corner with the hydro stash
Stop, take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab
I'll barbecue the beat, little daddy eat that
Fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this shit!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
[x2]
I'm King Kong with a barrel of dynamite in his palm
The heat is on, 95, I'm taggin' up Nashville with the Krylon
Kool-Aid stains on my lips with no aid to be cool with
A naturally given gift to do with
What hip-hop I can do with a stick
Snap it, break it, pop it, swing it, peel it, carve it
Whip whip to the legs of a child, that's the south
Pick a switch for runnin' your mouth
Daddy ain't got no deal
But daddy's got a gangsta grill, how does it feel
What a motherfucker with a 2 inch wheel
And it feel like a 24 and it's over
Hold your nose quick while this risin' still
If you boat can't float her
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this shit!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
Yeah it's been a long time, no bread
It's Like I been on a low-carb diet, yea
No jars, no Pyrex, but I rock shit like Jeezy did
A breeze in a sense, not a relief pitcher
But a major league arm on a veteran
I tell 'em 10 times They didn't give me 9
But I give 'em one more chance
I tell 'em again, and again and again
And I gained recognition
Who was you dissin'? Not this man
With a lawn mower on the yard of a rich man
Work my ass off in the summer heat
It's me, straight sweating beads
Fallin' from my head like seeds from a tree
Pushin' this bitch cause she got weak knees
I'm an orthopedic MC
Heave hoes, whistle while I work
It ain't nothin' to a man, with his hands in the dirt
The dirty south where the birds be at
Plenty of keys, plenty of traps
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this shit!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
Think I'mma try something that I.. that I never did before on this one.. (Me too Luda) let's go
If the block stays poppin', I'mma keep rockin'
Run the red light full speed
You might seen a B-Boy drop and freeze
But you ain't never heard of me (Please..)
Shine up my chrome, put the glaze on my shoes
Jump fresh, dress to kill, I'm dippin' on you's
Sit back, my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac
Ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat, with a black mac
Raf back, the bitter swinging, and I got an extra bat
Like a weapon of mass destruction you can bet as bad
I'm stickin' oh mama's mad, Mama better be glad
Mrs. Jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back
Not like that, I might beat her up like Michael's dad
With the hard fist of rifle raps, your daughter was born with a nice round ass
Round is on the corner with the hydro stash
Stop, take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab
I'll barbecue the beat, little daddy eat that
Fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this shit!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
[x2]
I'm King Kong with a barrel of dynamite in his palm
The heat is on, 95, I'm taggin' up Nashville with the Krylon
Kool-Aid stains on my lips with no aid to be cool with
A naturally given gift to do with
What hip-hop I can do with a stick
Snap it, break it, pop it, swing it, peel it, carve it
Whip whip to the legs of a child, that's the south
Pick a switch for runnin' your mouth
Daddy ain't got no deal
But daddy's got a gangsta grill, how does it feel
What a motherfucker with a 2 inch wheel
And it feel like a 24 and it's over
Hold your nose quick while this risin' still
If you boat can't float her
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this shit!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
Yeah it's been a long time, no bread
It's Like I been on a low-carb diet, yea
No jars, no Pyrex, but I rock shit like Jeezy did
A breeze in a sense, not a relief pitcher
But a major league arm on a veteran
I tell 'em 10 times They didn't give me 9
But I give 'em one more chance
I tell 'em again, and again and again
And I gained recognition
Who was you dissin'? Not this man
With a lawn mower on the yard of a rich man
Work my ass off in the summer heat
It's me, straight sweating beads
Fallin' from my head like seeds from a tree
Pushin' this bitch cause she got weak knees
I'm an orthopedic MC
Heave hoes, whistle while I work
It ain't nothin' to a man, with his hands in the dirt
The dirty south where the birds be at
Plenty of keys, plenty of traps
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this shit!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
Superman lyrics - Yelawolf
Yo, Ay man, you know I ain’t perfect… Nobody is. No I stand to be corrected
I know one thing for certain though, these super men, these supermen don’t exist bro
God exists
This ain’t no ordinary story, with the hardships and glory
Let me take you deeper into the mind of a child of a bitch with addictions and a wish-list
Dear Father, can I get a man and a big ol’ house?
Lots of money and did I mention lots of money?
Funny how the world turns on me
Me and Mama was all alone
Wanted for the life that we once called home
Trying to get a grip on life gone wrong
Young Yelawolf, to tell the truth I came out just fine
Guess that’s why half of the people around me growing up said I lost my mind
But I just lost the time with friends instead the victim of crime
Touched by the demon’s lust and lost my innocence before 5
Molested, forgive my confessions, I’m an open book
Growing up to hate pentagrams on my seat in class no open book
I dreamed of a gangsta life
Any excuse to let go of this hurt
My folks were atheists, so I couldn’t let go in the church
Anybody who wanted it from me I would back down I was scared
I didn’t know how to win
Back then all I could do was dream about being Superman
Oh, Oh you’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world while it’s falling apart
Oh, Oh we’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world, while it’s falling apart
Superman I wish I was you
I wish I could kill anything that moves
Superman I wish I could, do anything that you could do
‘Cause you ain’t go no flaws and you don’t shed no tears
You ain’t never scared and you ain’t got no fears
Let the world drowned in my heart’s blood
Let ‘em see me in pain
Let ‘em see me at my worst let ‘em see me be happy again
Let ‘em see my cry let ‘em see me click
And run into the white house with a terminator gun and unload the clip on my government
I never be above my people
I just want more bread
Only to split it, divide it, give it provide it to who deserves it who is searching
For something that makes sense
If you’re happy with this shit, then pump it in the clubs
Then be content but Superman don’t ride on dubs he flies, shit
Oh, Oh you’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world while it’s falling apart
Oh, Oh we’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world, while it’s falling apart
Put on my cape I’m going for it
Fuck it, head on to a freight train
If they can do it in a video then a white boy from Alabama can do the same
(Geronimo!)
You got me fucked up I’m a trend setter
Rock Wal-mart shoes at the Grammys then drop on the roof on a skateboard dude
Whatever, whenever however the hell I want to say it I’ll say it
If I gotta say what I don’t mean sometimes the better
You could just replay it
Just so I could explain it
Just so I could be more human
Just so the devil could see me conquer it and get through it
This is all I got folk a little change and a dream
Not much in the eyes of the now but a billionaire in the scheme of things
A mascot for the ones broken down, now flying high
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah it’s Yelawolf riding by in a box (ha)
Oh, Oh you’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world while it’s falling apart
Oh, Oh we’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world, while it’s falling apart
Dedicated to the kids
Don’t look up for Superman ‘cause he don’t exist
Just trust God
All the kids in the war zones I am praying for you
Wolf is praying for you
Alabama’s praying for you
I know one thing for certain though, these super men, these supermen don’t exist bro
God exists
This ain’t no ordinary story, with the hardships and glory
Let me take you deeper into the mind of a child of a bitch with addictions and a wish-list
Dear Father, can I get a man and a big ol’ house?
Lots of money and did I mention lots of money?
Funny how the world turns on me
Me and Mama was all alone
Wanted for the life that we once called home
Trying to get a grip on life gone wrong
Young Yelawolf, to tell the truth I came out just fine
Guess that’s why half of the people around me growing up said I lost my mind
But I just lost the time with friends instead the victim of crime
Touched by the demon’s lust and lost my innocence before 5
Molested, forgive my confessions, I’m an open book
Growing up to hate pentagrams on my seat in class no open book
I dreamed of a gangsta life
Any excuse to let go of this hurt
My folks were atheists, so I couldn’t let go in the church
Anybody who wanted it from me I would back down I was scared
I didn’t know how to win
Back then all I could do was dream about being Superman
Oh, Oh you’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world while it’s falling apart
Oh, Oh we’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world, while it’s falling apart
Superman I wish I was you
I wish I could kill anything that moves
Superman I wish I could, do anything that you could do
‘Cause you ain’t go no flaws and you don’t shed no tears
You ain’t never scared and you ain’t got no fears
Let the world drowned in my heart’s blood
Let ‘em see me in pain
Let ‘em see me at my worst let ‘em see me be happy again
Let ‘em see my cry let ‘em see me click
And run into the white house with a terminator gun and unload the clip on my government
I never be above my people
I just want more bread
Only to split it, divide it, give it provide it to who deserves it who is searching
For something that makes sense
If you’re happy with this shit, then pump it in the clubs
Then be content but Superman don’t ride on dubs he flies, shit
Oh, Oh you’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world while it’s falling apart
Oh, Oh we’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world, while it’s falling apart
Put on my cape I’m going for it
Fuck it, head on to a freight train
If they can do it in a video then a white boy from Alabama can do the same
(Geronimo!)
You got me fucked up I’m a trend setter
Rock Wal-mart shoes at the Grammys then drop on the roof on a skateboard dude
Whatever, whenever however the hell I want to say it I’ll say it
If I gotta say what I don’t mean sometimes the better
You could just replay it
Just so I could explain it
Just so I could be more human
Just so the devil could see me conquer it and get through it
This is all I got folk a little change and a dream
Not much in the eyes of the now but a billionaire in the scheme of things
A mascot for the ones broken down, now flying high
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah it’s Yelawolf riding by in a box (ha)
Oh, Oh you’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world while it’s falling apart
Oh, Oh we’re looking at the sky watching Superman fly
Around the whole world, while it’s falling apart
Dedicated to the kids
Don’t look up for Superman ‘cause he don’t exist
Just trust God
All the kids in the war zones I am praying for you
Wolf is praying for you
Alabama’s praying for you
Beer Buzz lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro - spoken]
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."
[Chorus]
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud. [x2]
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud. [x2]
[Verse 2]
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.
[Chorus]
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud. [x2]
[Verse 3]
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.
[Spoken outro over chorus]
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.
Dixie Mafia, Supahot Beats...from his bottles of Bud.
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."
[Chorus]
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud. [x2]
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud. [x2]
[Verse 2]
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.
[Chorus]
I like a good beer buzz, early in the mornin'.
And Billy likes to peel the labels off his bottles of Bud. [x2]
[Verse 3]
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.
[Spoken outro over chorus]
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.
Dixie Mafia, Supahot Beats...from his bottles of Bud.
Boyz In The Woodz lyrics - Yelawolf
[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
this is why, this is why, this is why I am hard
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
this is why, this is why, this is why I am hard
Down lyrics - Yelawolf
These donuts are delicious... son of a bitch!
We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup.
Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound. I'm in pursuit!
Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup
Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups
You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit
Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch
Crook as a picture on Sunday
My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai
Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties
Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride
Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips
Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide
You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I
Dressed in a tin man suit
Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof
Man if I only had a heart for you bitches
I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches
But mama only raised Hell
So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself
Pass me that Colt 45
I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry
[Hook:]
I'm goin' down
Aww man you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up
Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us
Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right
Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus
So turn this water to whiskey
Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
So what I got spokes on this bitch, and?
The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship
UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles
And mobile homes, amen
I can still smell the kerosene leakin'
I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up
Either in a trailer home or a pickup
Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble
I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up
Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town
I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now
I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride
You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride
Most mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly
Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die
[Hook]
We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup.
Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound. I'm in pursuit!
Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup
Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups
You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit
Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch
Crook as a picture on Sunday
My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai
Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties
Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride
Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips
Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide
You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I
Dressed in a tin man suit
Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof
Man if I only had a heart for you bitches
I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches
But mama only raised Hell
So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself
Pass me that Colt 45
I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry
[Hook:]
I'm goin' down
Aww man you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up
Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us
Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right
Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus
So turn this water to whiskey
Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
So what I got spokes on this bitch, and?
The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship
UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles
And mobile homes, amen
I can still smell the kerosene leakin'
I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up
Either in a trailer home or a pickup
Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble
I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up
Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town
I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now
I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride
You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride
Most mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly
Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die
[Hook]
Gangsta Of Love lyrics - Yelawolf
[Verse 1]
Would the real slim shady please stand up
And tell these muthafuckers 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 feel offended when I say that
Fuck you, say something back
What I gotta lose, I’m already the underdog
Why wouldn’t I give you the opportunity to rap
Fuck boy, I’m harder than ya momma’s fuck 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 I’ma fuck this pussy ass game up til she gets numb
Any of many styles that I pick from
Fuck it just give me kick drums
Cause Yelawolf ain't a rapper
I’m a cataclysmic culturally offensive don’t give a shit bum
It’s done
So put ya money on a ‘Bama boy
20 West of Atlanta boy
You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler
Get a grip on the bicycle handle bar
[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
[Verse 2]
Hold up, my God
Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage
I’m killin em A to Z lately, KP
You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj
Fuck 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
You made it obvious you bit when I came out
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]
[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
Cuz I’m dope 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 fucked with
But it don’t take an asshole to see that shit
[Chorus]
Would the real slim shady please stand up
And tell these muthafuckers 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 feel offended when I say that
Fuck you, say something back
What I gotta lose, I’m already the underdog
Why wouldn’t I give you the opportunity to rap
Fuck boy, I’m harder than ya momma’s fuck 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 I’ma fuck this pussy ass game up til she gets numb
Any of many styles that I pick from
Fuck it just give me kick drums
Cause Yelawolf ain't a rapper
I’m a cataclysmic culturally offensive don’t give a shit bum
It’s done
So put ya money on a ‘Bama boy
20 West of Atlanta boy
You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler
Get a grip on the bicycle handle bar
[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
[Verse 2]
Hold up, my God
Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage
I’m killin em A to Z lately, KP
You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj
Fuck 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
You made it obvious you bit when I came out
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]
[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
Cuz I’m dope 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 fucked with
But it don’t take an asshole to see that shit
[Chorus]
Happy Father's Day lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro]
Yeah
I just thought it was appropriate to uhm
Just to give a shoutout
Or show my appreciation to the fathers
You know I hear a lot of rappers say
Or, brag about not having kids
Well guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out
To all the daddys
You know, the real daddys
Taking care of shit
[Verse 1]
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees
B-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJ's with babies
Working hard, you never sleep
Never get to spend that time at home
Send that money, but you never see em
Always workin, daddy's gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flippin in the fucking kitchen
Just to get that cheque on Friday
So you could bring back home what was missing
Everyday is feed my kids day
End of the month is rent day
And if you don't get back to work on time
They tax you for that lunch break
For the D-boys holding weight
And for the daddys who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing grind
But you was only trying to put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that's how we raised
And then we'd feed our friend's child
When that friend has passed away
[Bridge]
Yeah, I gotta say
Yeah, to all my closest friends
You know, all the father figures in my life
You know, I really, I just wanna say thank you, you know?
For real
[Hook]
Happy Father's Day
No matter how you're getting paid
We hustle hard
We show the way
Happy Father's Day
[Verse 2]
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain't ever had a second to forget my daddy
I can't help but to believe in myself
It's not really a choice but a matter of being a real daddy
When I came to the world, I knew I had a talent
But I never did imagine I would be a young daddy
And I grew up like a wheel in a night night
Through a crack in the concrete, look at me - young daddy
Tell me how to walk away from a child
And I'll tell you how to walk away from a million - dumb daddy
If you can walk away from a million bucks
Then you never gave a fuck, you a dumb-luck daddy
To wake up and see a man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a motherfucking daddy
So I need to push you and teach you how to fight
If you need to fight, fuck a right, that's a good daddy
Gotta take a second now, show love
To the trailer park, apartment, hood daddies
A man who ain't got a lot
But in a minute he would drop it all, do anything he could daddy
Jesus, when I go to sleep I feel every baby mama who never had a real daddy
Go take it out on the baby, or maybe even the man when he's only trying to become a real daddy
[Bridge]
Yeah, cause it ain't easy man
But it's a blessing man
It makes you work hard
For all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
[Hook]
Happy Father's Day
No matter how you're getting paid
We hustle hard
We show the way
Happy Father's Day
[Outro]
Yeah, that's from the heart
The heart of dixie
The heart of dixie
Yeah
I just thought it was appropriate to uhm
Just to give a shoutout
Or show my appreciation to the fathers
You know I hear a lot of rappers say
Or, brag about not having kids
Well guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out
To all the daddys
You know, the real daddys
Taking care of shit
[Verse 1]
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees
B-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJ's with babies
Working hard, you never sleep
Never get to spend that time at home
Send that money, but you never see em
Always workin, daddy's gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flippin in the fucking kitchen
Just to get that cheque on Friday
So you could bring back home what was missing
Everyday is feed my kids day
End of the month is rent day
And if you don't get back to work on time
They tax you for that lunch break
For the D-boys holding weight
And for the daddys who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing grind
But you was only trying to put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that's how we raised
And then we'd feed our friend's child
When that friend has passed away
[Bridge]
Yeah, I gotta say
Yeah, to all my closest friends
You know, all the father figures in my life
You know, I really, I just wanna say thank you, you know?
For real
[Hook]
Happy Father's Day
No matter how you're getting paid
We hustle hard
We show the way
Happy Father's Day
[Verse 2]
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain't ever had a second to forget my daddy
I can't help but to believe in myself
It's not really a choice but a matter of being a real daddy
When I came to the world, I knew I had a talent
But I never did imagine I would be a young daddy
And I grew up like a wheel in a night night
Through a crack in the concrete, look at me - young daddy
Tell me how to walk away from a child
And I'll tell you how to walk away from a million - dumb daddy
If you can walk away from a million bucks
Then you never gave a fuck, you a dumb-luck daddy
To wake up and see a man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a motherfucking daddy
So I need to push you and teach you how to fight
If you need to fight, fuck a right, that's a good daddy
Gotta take a second now, show love
To the trailer park, apartment, hood daddies
A man who ain't got a lot
But in a minute he would drop it all, do anything he could daddy
Jesus, when I go to sleep I feel every baby mama who never had a real daddy
Go take it out on the baby, or maybe even the man when he's only trying to become a real daddy
[Bridge]
Yeah, cause it ain't easy man
But it's a blessing man
It makes you work hard
For all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
[Hook]
Happy Father's Day
No matter how you're getting paid
We hustle hard
We show the way
Happy Father's Day
[Outro]
Yeah, that's from the heart
The heart of dixie
The heart of dixie
Hard White (Up In The Club) (Remix) lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. T.I. & Slaughterhouse)
[T.I.]
G shit, certified, nigga can’t touch him
Bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them
Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom
Lung bun juhn[?], bougie bitches like “What’s them?”
Solitaire clear stones, Maybach, clear dome
Blowin’ on that Lyle pack, bank rolls full grown
Well known convict, go on with the dumb shit
Thug life wit’ it, like it tatted on my stomach
Nigga better pick another number because I am not the one
The bigger pictures whats important before all is said and done
I bet I get this shit back up under my feet
Bullshit aside, what I want, I keep
I’m the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep
Your birthday cake, I want my piece
I’m beefing with MC’s if to me
It seems they’re less then decent
I’m a beast, then you’re my feast
Apologies, you just can keep it
Say you’re winning, yes you’re being condescending and facetious
G’s from seat to shine see you may bump this in your Caprice
[Yelawolf]
I once had a friend named Charlie, and Charlie was always late to school
He had a black eye one day, but he wouldn’t say just what happened to him
Charlie got mad in class one day, and stood up with a .22 pistol
Told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore, he was over being the victim
See, one bullet through the wall, and the history class was interrupted
Charlie, foot down in the pool of blood, in the class that made it public
He said that the bullies in school, they drove him to be a suicidal
Cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria of an American Idol
Well, sometimes I feel like I could run through the hallways with an AK too
Not sayin’ that I would, but it might feel good, to off me a rapper or two
So, I loaded this pen with a hollow tip, and I followed T.I.P
To the hollow pits of my heart for shit, for you to role model with
Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it, take a point shell and hollow it
Don’t be the one with the gun, be the one with the rum, plus two models with
All the kids, listen up, Yelawolf don’t give a fuck about a club
I don’t wanna see you in school, tryna’ do what I do, telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk
Make something of something, or something from nothing, baby wake up
Play radioactive, let me see the reaction, see if I really give a fuck, Shady
[Hook - Lil 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
[Crooked I]
9 millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter
I’m finna need a mic and a speaker
I’m finna beat a prominent leader, come from the seater
Tell competition “Hasta la vista”
Dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit
It’s something like you gettin’ raped by a stranger
Cause you do not know who you’re fuckin’ with
Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R
You, haha, funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR
Niggas about to need CPR when they see the car, pull up, dead
I might pull over, fuck my chauffeur, cause my screwdriver’s Philip’s head
Them I’mma tell to take me to Yela, getting fucked up, I ain't feelin’ embarrassed
The feelin’ in the air is the 2.0′s party, like niggas and wiggas in Paris
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickle 9, the rhyme, rhyming, the drama, the driver, firing alarmer
But a bunch of fly bitches saying Hi to me now cause a nigga said Hi to Rihanna
Cause I look (cause I look) and I smell good (It’s a man’s World)
That's right I’m the new James Brown, drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do?
What I’m finna do is go to the strip club and order 8 bricks
I’m on my T.I.P in ATL looking for a little pretty young thing I can escape with
Radioactive, Shady gon make it go Platinum, I couldn’t resist
Jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf, Lil Jon Hard White remix
[Hook - Lil Jon]
[Joell Ortiz]
Lil Jon, let me get a lil bit, I mean a minute, nothin’ crazy
It’s just that I’ma lyricist and I’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite
And I’m so ready to strike
I swing and I miss, my dick swing and you miss
I got a missle, can’t call it, I might misdial
I’m in Orbit listening to Em’s last album guzzling Gin, Recovering alcoholic
Everything looking alright, welcome to the lyricist pub
Who want a bar fight in a bar so high cause that your dealing with 4 dope muthafuckas and 2 hard whites
Deuces, period, crop circle, that's the family that matters, I’m not Urkel
But I’m smooth as Stefon, when I move to step on ya eyeball ya shit’ll look purple
I’m a product of the PJ’s, still walk through that muthafucka in my PJ’s
Yeah I’m in JP Morgan often but don’t think I can get chased out the PJ
So try me punk, bet ya body jump when ya shotty pump then ya body slump
Yelawolf let me rip this hard white but, please don't make me pop the trunk
[Joe Budden]
Roll the window down I start dumping
Pull up on whatever rock that ya’ll on
Pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit
My definition of an Oxymoron
That ain't never stop me from gettin’ a bad one
I would tell niggas again but they heard the story
Furthermore he got a couple I ain't buss
But there's no need to rush, they reserved it for me
See I’m all about fam’ I don’t fuck with the rest
Goon’s that’ll squeeze till a couple that's left
The squad's a facade, I see smoking mirrors, ya'll [?] paid back, too broke to cover the debt
But I’m grown adults and whether that shit you say you don’t reciprocate respect
You get plugged, and you need a doctor to cover your holes, as if they was dubbing over cassettes
You probably didn’t hear me staying on the couch?
So real I don’t need a hollow to prepare me I’m the first one in the hood to catch a body using Siri.
Cause they be thinking that I seen crazy, money motivated, cremate me
Way out your league or dream maybe
T.I. Team Shady
[Lil Jon - Hook]
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
G shit, certified, nigga can’t touch him
Bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them
Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom
Lung bun juhn[?], bougie bitches like “What’s them?”
Solitaire clear stones, Maybach, clear dome
Blowin’ on that Lyle pack, bank rolls full grown
Well known convict, go on with the dumb shit
Thug life wit’ it, like it tatted on my stomach
Nigga better pick another number because I am not the one
The bigger pictures whats important before all is said and done
I bet I get this shit back up under my feet
Bullshit aside, what I want, I keep
I’m the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep
Your birthday cake, I want my piece
I’m beefing with MC’s if to me
It seems they’re less then decent
I’m a beast, then you’re my feast
Apologies, you just can keep it
Say you’re winning, yes you’re being condescending and facetious
G’s from seat to shine see you may bump this in your Caprice
[Yelawolf]
I once had a friend named Charlie, and Charlie was always late to school
He had a black eye one day, but he wouldn’t say just what happened to him
Charlie got mad in class one day, and stood up with a .22 pistol
Told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore, he was over being the victim
See, one bullet through the wall, and the history class was interrupted
Charlie, foot down in the pool of blood, in the class that made it public
He said that the bullies in school, they drove him to be a suicidal
Cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria of an American Idol
Well, sometimes I feel like I could run through the hallways with an AK too
Not sayin’ that I would, but it might feel good, to off me a rapper or two
So, I loaded this pen with a hollow tip, and I followed T.I.P
To the hollow pits of my heart for shit, for you to role model with
Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it, take a point shell and hollow it
Don’t be the one with the gun, be the one with the rum, plus two models with
All the kids, listen up, Yelawolf don’t give a fuck about a club
I don’t wanna see you in school, tryna’ do what I do, telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk
Make something of something, or something from nothing, baby wake up
Play radioactive, let me see the reaction, see if I really give a fuck, Shady
[Hook - Lil 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
[Crooked I]
9 millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter
I’m finna need a mic and a speaker
I’m finna beat a prominent leader, come from the seater
Tell competition “Hasta la vista”
Dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit
It’s something like you gettin’ raped by a stranger
Cause you do not know who you’re fuckin’ with
Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R
You, haha, funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR
Niggas about to need CPR when they see the car, pull up, dead
I might pull over, fuck my chauffeur, cause my screwdriver’s Philip’s head
Them I’mma tell to take me to Yela, getting fucked up, I ain't feelin’ embarrassed
The feelin’ in the air is the 2.0′s party, like niggas and wiggas in Paris
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickle 9, the rhyme, rhyming, the drama, the driver, firing alarmer
But a bunch of fly bitches saying Hi to me now cause a nigga said Hi to Rihanna
Cause I look (cause I look) and I smell good (It’s a man’s World)
That's right I’m the new James Brown, drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do?
What I’m finna do is go to the strip club and order 8 bricks
I’m on my T.I.P in ATL looking for a little pretty young thing I can escape with
Radioactive, Shady gon make it go Platinum, I couldn’t resist
Jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf, Lil Jon Hard White remix
[Hook - Lil Jon]
[Joell Ortiz]
Lil Jon, let me get a lil bit, I mean a minute, nothin’ crazy
It’s just that I’ma lyricist and I’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite
And I’m so ready to strike
I swing and I miss, my dick swing and you miss
I got a missle, can’t call it, I might misdial
I’m in Orbit listening to Em’s last album guzzling Gin, Recovering alcoholic
Everything looking alright, welcome to the lyricist pub
Who want a bar fight in a bar so high cause that your dealing with 4 dope muthafuckas and 2 hard whites
Deuces, period, crop circle, that's the family that matters, I’m not Urkel
But I’m smooth as Stefon, when I move to step on ya eyeball ya shit’ll look purple
I’m a product of the PJ’s, still walk through that muthafucka in my PJ’s
Yeah I’m in JP Morgan often but don’t think I can get chased out the PJ
So try me punk, bet ya body jump when ya shotty pump then ya body slump
Yelawolf let me rip this hard white but, please don't make me pop the trunk
[Joe Budden]
Roll the window down I start dumping
Pull up on whatever rock that ya’ll on
Pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit
My definition of an Oxymoron
That ain't never stop me from gettin’ a bad one
I would tell niggas again but they heard the story
Furthermore he got a couple I ain't buss
But there's no need to rush, they reserved it for me
See I’m all about fam’ I don’t fuck with the rest
Goon’s that’ll squeeze till a couple that's left
The squad's a facade, I see smoking mirrors, ya'll [?] paid back, too broke to cover the debt
But I’m grown adults and whether that shit you say you don’t reciprocate respect
You get plugged, and you need a doctor to cover your holes, as if they was dubbing over cassettes
You probably didn’t hear me staying on the couch?
So real I don’t need a hollow to prepare me I’m the first one in the hood to catch a body using Siri.
Cause they be thinking that I seen crazy, money motivated, cremate me
Way out your league or dream maybe
T.I. Team Shady
[Lil Jon - Hook]
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
Honey Brown lyrics - Yelawolf
See, all my life I've been friends with thugs
I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs
By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz
All I wanna do is show love to my boys!
In the '88 Crown Vic, rollin deep
Workin so hard cause you can't, go to sleep
Got the same clothes that you rock, for three days
Hittin traps like a prophet, for Pete's sake
To the single mothers in the kitchen, still cookin
No job open but she's out, still lookin
If you don't, who the fuck will? Not daddy
Cause that motherfucker's not here, so stop askin
for the pennies and the hand-me-outs
You gotta look at life and get it without any doubt
Only a coward has to rob and pull a semi out
Just to open the garage and pull a Hemi out
Think big
[Chorus:]
(GET UP!) I crack the top and pour the fifth out
I wanna ride around the whole wide world
Just me and my girl
Just me and my bitch (GET UP!)
I got a cup full of that honey brown
I wanna drink it with the whole wide world
Just me and my girl
Just me and my bitch (GET UP!)
All my life I've been friends with thugs
I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs
By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz
All I wanna do is show love to my boys!
Rockin Mossy Oak, big trucks, lift kits
Wakin up before the sun rise, gettin it
You got them babies that you gotta feed, for Christ's sake
Put them eighteen wheels on the, highway
I'ma do it for the country bucks, fuckin right
Got a problem with somebody then, fuckin fight
Don't be a pussy homie, win some, lose some
Just make sure you make it to the house when it's done
Respect out-lives any hollow-tip
Pride'll get you killed, better learn how to swallow it
To the rappers on the planet out dreamin
Learn how to write a record, homie stop schemin
Nobody cares about your pockets when no mic's on
You're blind to yourself, the mic gon' be yo' pipe bomb
Fake shit is like snail to the salts
And the nail to a coffin, somebody turn the lights on
[Chorus 2X]
(GET UP!) Uhh, hahaha, yeah, uhh
(GET UP!) Yeah (GET UP!)
Yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah hoe
Uhh (GET UP!)
I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs
By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz
All I wanna do is show love to my boys!
In the '88 Crown Vic, rollin deep
Workin so hard cause you can't, go to sleep
Got the same clothes that you rock, for three days
Hittin traps like a prophet, for Pete's sake
To the single mothers in the kitchen, still cookin
No job open but she's out, still lookin
If you don't, who the fuck will? Not daddy
Cause that motherfucker's not here, so stop askin
for the pennies and the hand-me-outs
You gotta look at life and get it without any doubt
Only a coward has to rob and pull a semi out
Just to open the garage and pull a Hemi out
Think big
[Chorus:]
(GET UP!) I crack the top and pour the fifth out
I wanna ride around the whole wide world
Just me and my girl
Just me and my bitch (GET UP!)
I got a cup full of that honey brown
I wanna drink it with the whole wide world
Just me and my girl
Just me and my bitch (GET UP!)
All my life I've been friends with thugs
I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs
By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz
All I wanna do is show love to my boys!
Rockin Mossy Oak, big trucks, lift kits
Wakin up before the sun rise, gettin it
You got them babies that you gotta feed, for Christ's sake
Put them eighteen wheels on the, highway
I'ma do it for the country bucks, fuckin right
Got a problem with somebody then, fuckin fight
Don't be a pussy homie, win some, lose some
Just make sure you make it to the house when it's done
Respect out-lives any hollow-tip
Pride'll get you killed, better learn how to swallow it
To the rappers on the planet out dreamin
Learn how to write a record, homie stop schemin
Nobody cares about your pockets when no mic's on
You're blind to yourself, the mic gon' be yo' pipe bomb
Fake shit is like snail to the salts
And the nail to a coffin, somebody turn the lights on
[Chorus 2X]
(GET UP!) Uhh, hahaha, yeah, uhh
(GET UP!) Yeah (GET UP!)
Yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah hoe
Uhh (GET UP!)
I Do (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf
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, come inside, take a peek yo
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, come inside, take a peek yo
I Wanna Rock lyrics - Yelawolf
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
I Wish (Remix) lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. CyHi Da Prince & Pill)
[Verse 1:]
I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker
I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the Slugger
Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother
You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles
Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat
Underneath the concrete like a street plumber
Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves
Cover the? sleeves I got it, believe it momma
Corny motherfuckers we shuck em
And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah
Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol
I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears
Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook
I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would
[Chorus:]
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit 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
I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 2:]
Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook
I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook
I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook
Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf
I got more numbers than a yellow book
And I took more shots than Carmello took
So I'm used to being an underdog
Send my goons to come assault every last one of y'all
No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off
Look up? whenever I want to call
I'm a convict but I don't wear orange
I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form
I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane
Nigga so I guess you could say I'm airborne
I'm running my city getting my mayor on
Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms
[Chorus:]
I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that clip cocked
I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain't kush that's in my zip look
I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain't hip hop, bitch my shit hot
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 3:]
Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver
Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver
Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival
This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival
Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers
A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter
I'm awesome, different from the rest of you rappers
And that's real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened
This is chemistry?
Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets
And I doubt if you know what it really means
Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis
When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this
Born into poverty, hard torn obviously
That ain't going so we trying to figure out how to eat
Older brother hustling, momma working overtime
Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping bank it's soda time
[Chorus:]
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't straight drop yams fresh out the pot
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a trout spot serving it to a block
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker
I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the Slugger
Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother
You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles
Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat
Underneath the concrete like a street plumber
Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves
Cover the? sleeves I got it, believe it momma
Corny motherfuckers we shuck em
And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah
Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol
I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears
Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook
I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would
[Chorus:]
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit 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
I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 2:]
Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook
I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook
I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook
Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf
I got more numbers than a yellow book
And I took more shots than Carmello took
So I'm used to being an underdog
Send my goons to come assault every last one of y'all
No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off
Look up? whenever I want to call
I'm a convict but I don't wear orange
I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form
I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane
Nigga so I guess you could say I'm airborne
I'm running my city getting my mayor on
Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms
[Chorus:]
I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that clip cocked
I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain't kush that's in my zip look
I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain't hip hop, bitch my shit hot
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker would
[Verse 3:]
Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver
Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver
Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival
This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival
Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers
A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter
I'm awesome, different from the rest of you rappers
And that's real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened
This is chemistry?
Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets
And I doubt if you know what it really means
Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis
When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this
Born into poverty, hard torn obviously
That ain't going so we trying to figure out how to eat
Older brother hustling, momma working overtime
Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping bank it's soda time
[Chorus:]
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't straight drop yams fresh out the pot
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a trout spot serving it to a block
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker would
Kickin' lyrics - Yelawolf
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
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
Oh!
I know that amplifiers heated up
Oh!
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]
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
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
[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
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
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
Oh!
I know that amplifiers heated up
Oh!
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]
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
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
[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
Kill My Nightmare lyrics - Yelawolf
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
Kill my nightmare
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
Kill my nightmare
Lemonade Freestyle lyrics - Yelawolf
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
You don't (Fear none), hardest man alive
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
You don't (Fear none), hardest man alive
Louder lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. InkMonstarr)
[Hook]
Need to hear louder
Need to hear louder
Need to hear louder
Need to hear louder
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Yelawolf, Yelawolf, get a handle
Get a grip, get ammo
It's the return of cammo
A hick with a hit's, a trick with this Kango
Anywhere can't do anything and I chewed, I sticked to gets me this candle
Lid and descry, but this candles's been lit, by this vandal
Eminem thinks this kid's sick and dismantled
From the triage in Atlanta
To the sea in Alabama
For me to be another channel
For you, to serve things scrambled
Top form and alive, I bust so much fire that my dick's a Roman candle
Sip sore pound, sip so much Jack that my last name should have been Daniels, yeah
[Bridge]
And I'm standing on this fucking stage
I come from the bottom of the bottle to the top here, I’m talking lemonade
Fuck lemon's, bitch look at me now, Shady
Put me in the front row, baow, crank it
I need to (hear louder)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
My accent's no accident
My tracklist just got classics
I'm radio, I'm active
Yeah, pick it up, you (Need to hear)
They told me that I wouldn't do shit
And that I wouldn't make it
I just smiled and grabbed my nuts, fuck 'em
Sometimes you (Need to hear)
Cause when I realize, I'mma doubling me one debt wherever the fuck up what I get
I never look back and I told my damn ho "everywhere I'm with you" (Need to hear!)
I was kicked down and kicked again
'Till I was kicking in
Every lock and hedge
Dropped my friends, try to hold me back
So I can hit the road and rock again
And there they are
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: InkMonstarr]
Instead with some girls fresh
That band's gotta go, friend
That ride got a cobra
Come a text and
This bubba's just like I'm stooping
Motherfuckerer ain't a fuck, shit
Jerry, I wiz lighter
Like a motherfuckinging caca
Shady record used to ride
Nigger that's an encore
I gonna make it with my mamma
I made it
(I'm playing with my mamma)
[Hook]
Need to hear louder
Need to hear louder
Need to hear louder
Need to hear louder
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Yelawolf, Yelawolf, get a handle
Get a grip, get ammo
It's the return of cammo
A hick with a hit's, a trick with this Kango
Anywhere can't do anything and I chewed, I sticked to gets me this candle
Lid and descry, but this candles's been lit, by this vandal
Eminem thinks this kid's sick and dismantled
From the triage in Atlanta
To the sea in Alabama
For me to be another channel
For you, to serve things scrambled
Top form and alive, I bust so much fire that my dick's a Roman candle
Sip sore pound, sip so much Jack that my last name should have been Daniels, yeah
[Bridge]
And I'm standing on this fucking stage
I come from the bottom of the bottle to the top here, I’m talking lemonade
Fuck lemon's, bitch look at me now, Shady
Put me in the front row, baow, crank it
I need to (hear louder)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
My accent's no accident
My tracklist just got classics
I'm radio, I'm active
Yeah, pick it up, you (Need to hear)
They told me that I wouldn't do shit
And that I wouldn't make it
I just smiled and grabbed my nuts, fuck 'em
Sometimes you (Need to hear)
Cause when I realize, I'mma doubling me one debt wherever the fuck up what I get
I never look back and I told my damn ho "everywhere I'm with you" (Need to hear!)
I was kicked down and kicked again
'Till I was kicking in
Every lock and hedge
Dropped my friends, try to hold me back
So I can hit the road and rock again
And there they are
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: InkMonstarr]
Instead with some girls fresh
That band's gotta go, friend
That ride got a cobra
Come a text and
This bubba's just like I'm stooping
Motherfuckerer ain't a fuck, shit
Jerry, I wiz lighter
Like a motherfuckinging caca
Shady record used to ride
Nigger that's an encore
I gonna make it with my mamma
I made it
(I'm playing with my mamma)
[Hook]
Makeup lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro]
Everybody wear make-up sometimes man..
But you gotta walk outside,
and let that rain, just wash it off man...
Look at what is around you man,
How people got it bad man, you know what I'm saying?
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
Just look at the sunshine,
in the morning when you wake up.
Go stand in the rain,
and let it wash off all your make-up.
Pick up a flower, la la la.
Look at a rainbow,
La la la, la la la.
Even the lightning and the thunder,
What we here for?
[Verse 2]
When this get to 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.
[Chorus]
Just look at the sunshine,
in the morning when you wake up.
Go stand in the rain,
and let it wash off all your make-up.
Pick up a flower, la la la.
Look at a rainbow,
La la la, la la la.
Even the lightning and the thunder,
What we here for?
[Verse 3]
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,
with no where to turn but the sunshine..
[Chorus x2]
Just look at the sunshine,
in the morning when you wake up.
Go stand in the rain,
and let it wash off all your make-up.
Pick up a flower, la la la.
Look at a rainbow,
La la la, la la la.
Even the lightning and the thunder,
What we here for?
Everybody wear make-up sometimes man..
But you gotta walk outside,
and let that rain, just wash it off man...
Look at what is around you man,
How people got it bad man, you know what I'm saying?
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
Just look at the sunshine,
in the morning when you wake up.
Go stand in the rain,
and let it wash off all your make-up.
Pick up a flower, la la la.
Look at a rainbow,
La la la, la la la.
Even the lightning and the thunder,
What we here for?
[Verse 2]
When this get to 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.
[Chorus]
Just look at the sunshine,
in the morning when you wake up.
Go stand in the rain,
and let it wash off all your make-up.
Pick up a flower, la la la.
Look at a rainbow,
La la la, la la la.
Even the lightning and the thunder,
What we here for?
[Verse 3]
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,
with no where to turn but the sunshine..
[Chorus x2]
Just look at the sunshine,
in the morning when you wake up.
Go stand in the rain,
and let it wash off all your make-up.
Pick up a flower, la la la.
Look at a rainbow,
La la la, la la la.
Even the lightning and the thunder,
What we here for?
My Box Chevy, Pt. 1 lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro - spoken]
Yup yup, yup. How ya doin' today? Lemme crank you up a lil' bit.
Chevy, I love you baby. Let's ride around today. How do you feel?
I feel good too. Let's ride around and see if we can't pick up...you know...Catfish.
[Verse 1]
Look I don't really know, how you feel about steppin' in to my car to roll.
How do you feel about lettin' me drop this money roll on ya?
But I don't do that dough, maybe meet me halfway baby if you're really (gonna) cut, (gonna) what (gonna) take me down the road, experience something new that I've never seen before.
Give me a song to sing to. You could be the one to hold my secrets. Girl my lips are closed (I need it)
You (peep it) I (believe it) cars (clean) and so (come see this)
[Chorus]
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams,
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)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin low to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
[Verse 2]
You know I like the way you look when you get a wax down.
You sparkle in the street like, when we pass by rollin' around town.
Your spokes are beautiful too, how many of those do you got on you?
Original hubcaps shine naturally got swagger.
And true, you used to be in the junkyard, sittin' by your lonesome till I got up in you once and changed you up now everybody hollerin' "I want some!"
But I ain't one to share, I don't mind if you crowd around and stare.
Custom will get you cut from the women that's on the prowl for a car that's rare.
[Chorus]
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams,
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 the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin' low to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
[Outro with engine noises]
So you had a good day, huh? I know, I know. Me too.
We really did our thing. We really did our thing tonight, Chevy.
That's right. You love me? Shit, I love you too, chill out.
I might have to put you in park. You buggin'.
You wanna go back out? Yo man, my lil' buddy. My lil' Chevy!
You my lil' buddy? Yeah...Chevy box. Ya already know...Yelawolf, Catfish Billy...my Box Chevy.
Off the top. Love your car...love my car. Yep, yep...my Box Chevy...You got anything you wanna say Chevy?
Yup yup, yup. How ya doin' today? Lemme crank you up a lil' bit.
Chevy, I love you baby. Let's ride around today. How do you feel?
I feel good too. Let's ride around and see if we can't pick up...you know...Catfish.
[Verse 1]
Look I don't really know, how you feel about steppin' in to my car to roll.
How do you feel about lettin' me drop this money roll on ya?
But I don't do that dough, maybe meet me halfway baby if you're really (gonna) cut, (gonna) what (gonna) take me down the road, experience something new that I've never seen before.
Give me a song to sing to. You could be the one to hold my secrets. Girl my lips are closed (I need it)
You (peep it) I (believe it) cars (clean) and so (come see this)
[Chorus]
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams,
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)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin low to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
[Verse 2]
You know I like the way you look when you get a wax down.
You sparkle in the street like, when we pass by rollin' around town.
Your spokes are beautiful too, how many of those do you got on you?
Original hubcaps shine naturally got swagger.
And true, you used to be in the junkyard, sittin' by your lonesome till I got up in you once and changed you up now everybody hollerin' "I want some!"
But I ain't one to share, I don't mind if you crowd around and stare.
Custom will get you cut from the women that's on the prowl for a car that's rare.
[Chorus]
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams,
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 the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin' low to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
[Outro with engine noises]
So you had a good day, huh? I know, I know. Me too.
We really did our thing. We really did our thing tonight, Chevy.
That's right. You love me? Shit, I love you too, chill out.
I might have to put you in park. You buggin'.
You wanna go back out? Yo man, my lil' buddy. My lil' Chevy!
You my lil' buddy? Yeah...Chevy box. Ya already know...Yelawolf, Catfish Billy...my Box Chevy.
Off the top. Love your car...love my car. Yep, yep...my Box Chevy...You got anything you wanna say Chevy?
No Hands lyrics - Yelawolf
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 pussies, 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 pussies, 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 'til 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 foul, say hip hop ain't 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 bulls eye
Make a camera 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 cracked 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 jacket 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 pussies, 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 pussies, 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 cement in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I’d be slumarican
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
Buddy, that's a bad start, food stamps in the packed mart
On some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard
Don’t make one of these slums go and intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you Internet goons
I'm spring loaded with the assault of an old man drinking a fifth
And stepping 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 pussies, 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 pussies, 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 its 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 backing a bowl up
A broke soul packing the couch
But the landlord used to kick me out
But I went from packing my house
To packing the 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 pussies, 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 pussies, not at all
I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, 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 pussies, 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 'til 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 foul, say hip hop ain't 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 bulls eye
Make a camera 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 cracked 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 jacket 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 pussies, 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 pussies, 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 cement in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I’d be slumarican
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
Buddy, that's a bad start, food stamps in the packed mart
On some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard
Don’t make one of these slums go and intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you Internet goons
I'm spring loaded with the assault of an old man drinking a fifth
And stepping 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 pussies, 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 pussies, 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 its 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 backing a bowl up
A broke soul packing the couch
But the landlord used to kick me out
But I went from packing my house
To packing the 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 pussies, 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 pussies, not at all
Rhyme Room (Episode 1) lyrics - Yelawolf
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
So tell me what the views like sitting six feet deep!
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
So tell me what the views like sitting six feet deep!
Rhyme Room (Episode 2) lyrics - Yelawolf
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
Shake 'N Bake lyrics - Yelawolf
[Hook:]
Slick, Slick Rick E. Bobby (Shake N Bake, Shake N Bake)
Slick Rick E. Bobby
Slick Rick E. Bobby
When I was in a coma
You know the reality of it is I could hear the voice of my kids, thinkin' of Daytona
I swear to baby Jesus, I'mma race again, I'm gonna
Grip the wheel tight, click my heels twice
Shake and bake and live the real life
Talladega in the pale moonlight
Strippers in their panties and they moon pale white
Off into the sunset in a motorhome
When I turn that big motor on
No put-put, gas no brake
Oxygen mask strapped on my face
Sponsorship paid me to go fast
So I write a verse quick enough to get cash
Stunt car racing, indie's trash
Tell me french boy, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]
I'mma rule the world
Even have sex with two girls
That's big for a boy like myself
I even get free Waffle House patty melts
Yeah I did good with daddy's help in choosin'
Cause if you ain't winnin' you're losin'
And now I'm grinnin' and cruisin'
Gettin' drunk off of these women and Boones and
I believe I got a gift for this
Cause I can work a standard shifter kit
I won a mini bet on hit or miss
Took a mini car to the graveyard pits
Stay hard on 'em, boy that's it
Hach, spit, grab my dick
Slick Rick E. Bobby, run this mother
Slicker than an oil spill on whale rubber
[Hook]
Throw your Budweiser up in the air
The checker flag king's arrived, yeah I'm here
Don't fine dine or drink the white wine
But I'll throw back a funnel with some beer
With some Jeer Lee deers and bucks I shot in hiking booters
My Mausberg'll make it rain from the side of my Chevy Nov-eer
In my rearview mirror the cops flash lights they wanna run
Bitch I'm Slick Rick E. Bobby, I'm doin' 85 in the 25, let's have fun
Follow me in to the middle of nowhere
I got a dopeman, you can get blow there
And you can run laps with the dirt track president
Bobby I'm just excellent
[Hook]
Slick, Slick Rick E. Bobby (Shake N Bake, Shake N Bake)
Slick Rick E. Bobby
Slick Rick E. Bobby
When I was in a coma
You know the reality of it is I could hear the voice of my kids, thinkin' of Daytona
I swear to baby Jesus, I'mma race again, I'm gonna
Grip the wheel tight, click my heels twice
Shake and bake and live the real life
Talladega in the pale moonlight
Strippers in their panties and they moon pale white
Off into the sunset in a motorhome
When I turn that big motor on
No put-put, gas no brake
Oxygen mask strapped on my face
Sponsorship paid me to go fast
So I write a verse quick enough to get cash
Stunt car racing, indie's trash
Tell me french boy, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]
I'mma rule the world
Even have sex with two girls
That's big for a boy like myself
I even get free Waffle House patty melts
Yeah I did good with daddy's help in choosin'
Cause if you ain't winnin' you're losin'
And now I'm grinnin' and cruisin'
Gettin' drunk off of these women and Boones and
I believe I got a gift for this
Cause I can work a standard shifter kit
I won a mini bet on hit or miss
Took a mini car to the graveyard pits
Stay hard on 'em, boy that's it
Hach, spit, grab my dick
Slick Rick E. Bobby, run this mother
Slicker than an oil spill on whale rubber
[Hook]
Throw your Budweiser up in the air
The checker flag king's arrived, yeah I'm here
Don't fine dine or drink the white wine
But I'll throw back a funnel with some beer
With some Jeer Lee deers and bucks I shot in hiking booters
My Mausberg'll make it rain from the side of my Chevy Nov-eer
In my rearview mirror the cops flash lights they wanna run
Bitch I'm Slick Rick E. Bobby, I'm doin' 85 in the 25, let's have fun
Follow me in to the middle of nowhere
I got a dopeman, you can get blow there
And you can run laps with the dirt track president
Bobby I'm just excellent
[Hook]
Shit I've Seen lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Trae Tha Truth)
[Yelawolf]
Half of these muthafucking rappers don't know shit
ain't seen a gangsta ain't seen a brick
and then they wonder why when the OG's come around
Yelawolf get the respect I get
cause I never walked into another man's house
and tell em what I think about the way he lives
I done a little dirt of my own and I won't throw stones
so I get back what I give
reach for the two homeboy go ahead
you wanna be dead, homie be dead
who am I to be thinking that I won't pop a trunk
if you feeling 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
daddy lie on ya bed, is she lying to your head
well it depends on the truth, huh
See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific
I just seen one of my boys get ticked off
and put one of his hands his ?
lifted up in the air and somebody carry him
into the club I know they wanted to bury him
haha
my crew is laughing, I was scared as fuck and they thought it was hilarious
damn really, that's how y'all do it
shit
[Chorus]
The shit I've seen has changed me
what used to be strange to me,
just ain't strange to me no more
yeah, I done seen this shit before
its just another day, outside my door
outside my door
the shit I've seen the shit I've seen has changed me
what used to be strange to me,
just ain't strange to me no more
Yelawolf and Trae The Truth bitch hit the floor
its just another day, outside my door
[Trae The Truth]
I 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 and then I probably do the same
if I ever could I'll forever be repping the same game
rapping off thinking I promise I'll get the same thing
in the back of the Maybach somebody ?
getting brain like I was only here to learn something
when I'm done here trying to earn something?
one thing bout me I guarantee I'll probably return something
raise some drama then show up and try to burn something
I'll do my dirt and when I ? never pay it back
I'm dealing with it and never take it
the candy's back the city never ?
? take a nap
wanna hit the block ? dreaming to get away
?
Yelawolf go get the whip I go this
open the gate no way they could stop this
when I'm with us they can tell us about this
so pretty you can tell 'em it's not this
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf]
? 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 ain't 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 serial ?
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 falls like a rock don't mean you hard like one
you want the credit for getting gutter forget it
you muthafuckers 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
[Chorus]
Half of these muthafucking rappers don't know shit
ain't seen a gangsta ain't seen a brick
and then they wonder why when the OG's come around
Yelawolf get the respect I get
cause I never walked into another man's house
and tell em what I think about the way he lives
I done a little dirt of my own and I won't throw stones
so I get back what I give
reach for the two homeboy go ahead
you wanna be dead, homie be dead
who am I to be thinking that I won't pop a trunk
if you feeling 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
daddy lie on ya bed, is she lying to your head
well it depends on the truth, huh
See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific
I just seen one of my boys get ticked off
and put one of his hands his ?
lifted up in the air and somebody carry him
into the club I know they wanted to bury him
haha
my crew is laughing, I was scared as fuck and they thought it was hilarious
damn really, that's how y'all do it
shit
[Chorus]
The shit I've seen has changed me
what used to be strange to me,
just ain't strange to me no more
yeah, I done seen this shit before
its just another day, outside my door
outside my door
the shit I've seen the shit I've seen has changed me
what used to be strange to me,
just ain't strange to me no more
Yelawolf and Trae The Truth bitch hit the floor
its just another day, outside my door
[Trae The Truth]
I 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 and then I probably do the same
if I ever could I'll forever be repping the same game
rapping off thinking I promise I'll get the same thing
in the back of the Maybach somebody ?
getting brain like I was only here to learn something
when I'm done here trying to earn something?
one thing bout me I guarantee I'll probably return something
raise some drama then show up and try to burn something
I'll do my dirt and when I ? never pay it back
I'm dealing with it and never take it
the candy's back the city never ?
? take a nap
wanna hit the block ? dreaming to get away
?
Yelawolf go get the whip I go this
open the gate no way they could stop this
when I'm with us they can tell us about this
so pretty you can tell 'em it's not this
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf]
? 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 ain't 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 serial ?
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 falls like a rock don't mean you hard like one
you want the credit for getting gutter forget it
you muthafuckers 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
[Chorus]
Shit I've Seen (Remix) lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Chamillionaire, Trae the Truth)
[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, hes really a diversion
Im 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 cant 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 nigga 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
dont 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
dont 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 dont mean you hard like one
you want the credit for getting gutter forget it
you muthafuckers 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
[Chorus]
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, hes really a diversion
Im 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 cant 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 nigga 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
dont 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
dont 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 dont mean you hard like one
you want the credit for getting gutter forget it
you muthafuckers 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
[Chorus]
Speak Her Sex lyrics - Yelawolf (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:]
I'm cumin strong, it's like 'Speak Her Sex' to me."
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:]
I'm cumin strong, it's like 'Speak Her Sex' to me."
Swagger Killer lyrics - Yelawolf (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"
Swagger killer!
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"
Swagger killer!
Take It Easy lyrics - Yelawolf
[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 die
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, slow it down
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 die
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, slow it down
To Whom It May Concern lyrics - Yelawolf
So I had a phone call with a good friend of mine the other night
And, um, it seems that I’ve created some confusion
He told me straight up, people don’t know you like I do, man
I guess I haven’t said enough, or maybe I’ve said too much, I don’t know
But I don’t wanna leave any stone unturned or no questions about who I am
Or what I represent
So here you go...
I grew up in the deep gutter
Raised by wolves, church steeples, and a single white mother
Taught to be blind to any colour by hippies who been smoking weed since the ‘60s
With Dukes of Hazzard for bed covers
Rock’n’roll, country music, and cocaine
One hand on the Bible and the ouija board in the other
The irony of it all is so thick that a fly would get stuck in the thin air of that dope smoke
Lynyrd Skynyrd and Michael Jackson
Practicing moonwalking with a broomstick in the kitchen, popping and locking
No BET on television, we didn’t have it, we had the rabbits
The 10-4, mason jar on the counter full of bacon oil
Now looking back, talking ‘bout freedom, yeah you were spoiled
Oblivious to the hideous crimes from the insidious minds
That took place right below us on the Southern soil
The blood and the pain left a recoil
The creekwater’s holding secrets
Ghosts of Confederate veterans in the wind
Backwoods are haunted with the death and the sin
Slave ships carried the lost souls
Wicked white men slaughtering angels for a fucking bar code
We buried these wicked ways, the world is still turning
And these motherfuckers with they crosses is still burning
Yeah, I seen ‘em at the courthouse
Not really sure what they’re trying to prove still
Jumped up on mountains they’re still trying to move hills
And their daughters probably listen to Dru Hill
Pussy hotter than blue steel for Dru Hill
So Jesus come take the wheel
No, you steer drunk
The youth here’re punks
The truth here it come
I’ll show you how these country folks pop that trunk
Uh, and my honesty is modest
To tell the whole truth yeah I’ve pondered and I’ve pondered
To be spit at and called a wigger from who you considered a father at 14
‘ll make you wonder, and you wonder
Yeah, that’s hard to hear, ain’t it
But at that very moment my picture got painted
Call it God, call it what you will
But I knew the South was sick still and in need of some changes
So I took it upon myself to adpot all of the outcasts
I took the American and the Confederate flag
Threw it in my back pocket, I even went and got tatts
And carried them like a shield for the shit that once held me back
And these redneck brothers of mine, playin’ that 3.6
In a fucking cornfield, in big trucks with lift kits
Oblivious to the beauty of juxtaposition
They had no idea how special it was to witness
Them in deep Alabama playing Snoop and Group Home
Big Hank and Metallica, I discovered a new zone
And Catfish Billy, a way for me to talk about it
From them on I was questioned and highly doubted by my peers
Who didn’t understand that all these years we’d been the brunt of the jokes
America made it clear that we were backwards, wrong, behind, and segregated
So I decided that Yelawolf would go make it more obvious that we’ve grown
I polished up my tone, I signed to Shady and brought a record deal home
Look mama, no hands, I’m coming up, yeah I’m grown
Respect from the OGs, cosigning my songs
First it was Bun B, then Raekwon, and TIP
Then all of these MCs wanted features from me
But I was a live wire, my tongue was a fuckin’ blade to these critics
Who didn’t get it, the clips from the grenade in my teeth
A little too unique, the market for me was smaller than some thought it would be
Even me so I looked in the mirror
Saw the Jordans, the gold chain, my shirt—Pantera
Rebel flag in my pocket, RED tattooed on my neck
Heart of Dixie across the stomach and it ain’t clicked yet?
Maybe I wore the wrong shoes back to the woods because these suede No. 5s can’t get wet
Maybe it’s something I need to go figure out on my own
So after Radioactive I took my shit back home
Disappeared from the world, became increasingly different
Tuned in every once in a while to see who was spitting
But mainly I was in Nashville getting back to my roots
Explorin’ music with Love Story, I made it my truth
Dropped a single called Til It’s Gone and travelled the globe
I started seeing rebel flags everywhere at my shows
I didn’t think nothing of it, I assumed that they get it
I’m on some New South shit, but I have to admit it
I saw the posts up on Instagram proclaiming I’m racist
And that I’m fucked in the head and I don’t know where my place is
I started taking it personal ‘cause I treat people equal
Homie, I got mixed kids and music is how I feed ‘em
Lo and behold as I’m saying this I discover this evil
White boy went in a church and killed 9 innocent people
Goddamn, hold on, moment of silence
Nine innocent church going people get murdered
There’s not a word I can utter, there’s not a rhyme I can say
There ain’t no fixing that ever, those people brutally slain
And I refuse to see ways to justify all the blame
That motherfucker’s insane
I got so mad at my own image, I took down merch
No explaining it now, it’s only making it worse
This fucking coward, this criminal’s, just a puppet, a mental case
But the truth is the truth, he did it because of race
There’s nothing I can describe, the shame that I felt inside
A white boy with the flag committed this homicide
I tried solo to defend the South, and yes it was my decision
My interviews broke on the internet, you can see my vision
I never thought myself to be like a politician, just a witness to the sickness
The kindling was in the bridge and the bricks that I laid to the road
That I built from the love and the wisdom
I’m trying to find my way
But now I’m feeling imprisoned from the stereotypes
I was prepared for the fight
Hell, I’ll be stereotyped until my burial site
I married a loaded gun when I married this mic
Ain’t playing Russian roulette, ain’t playing ‘round with my life
‘Cause what I cannot lose is the respect that I’ve gained
Friendships I cherish, fuck the money and fame
Black American culture is in the thread of my veins
It’s rock’n’roll till I die, I’m just a rebel in shame
Yes I apologize for me and anybody with that flag
Honestly, any proud Southerner is sad
How do you think I feel when I look at my grandad
Imagining him dead because of that piece of trash
I got nephews, nieces, who need this, peace between this
But media is fiendish
So if you feel like you’re above it or beneath it
Have a logical mind about who your team is
And when you look at me, dawg, don’t look at me like another branch off a tree
Lord, I took this shit and balanced it the best that I could
Try to hold up the wood of America’s old see-saw
But this ain’t Hee Haw with MeMaw
We ain’t on the Cosby Show, are we, bro
Daddy may give a goodnight kiss, but I can promise you this
That you ain’t promised tomorrow
I wish I could go back to the innocence
I remember my friends with no differences
But pigment is relative, isn’t it
Maybe by 2050 we’ll be over it
Big KRIT, I love you homie, keep killin’ shit
You inspired this verse, I got your back and let’s live with this
It is what it is, we cannot fix all this ignorance
Slumerican flags up, it’s over, I’m ending this
And, um, it seems that I’ve created some confusion
He told me straight up, people don’t know you like I do, man
I guess I haven’t said enough, or maybe I’ve said too much, I don’t know
But I don’t wanna leave any stone unturned or no questions about who I am
Or what I represent
So here you go...
I grew up in the deep gutter
Raised by wolves, church steeples, and a single white mother
Taught to be blind to any colour by hippies who been smoking weed since the ‘60s
With Dukes of Hazzard for bed covers
Rock’n’roll, country music, and cocaine
One hand on the Bible and the ouija board in the other
The irony of it all is so thick that a fly would get stuck in the thin air of that dope smoke
Lynyrd Skynyrd and Michael Jackson
Practicing moonwalking with a broomstick in the kitchen, popping and locking
No BET on television, we didn’t have it, we had the rabbits
The 10-4, mason jar on the counter full of bacon oil
Now looking back, talking ‘bout freedom, yeah you were spoiled
Oblivious to the hideous crimes from the insidious minds
That took place right below us on the Southern soil
The blood and the pain left a recoil
The creekwater’s holding secrets
Ghosts of Confederate veterans in the wind
Backwoods are haunted with the death and the sin
Slave ships carried the lost souls
Wicked white men slaughtering angels for a fucking bar code
We buried these wicked ways, the world is still turning
And these motherfuckers with they crosses is still burning
Yeah, I seen ‘em at the courthouse
Not really sure what they’re trying to prove still
Jumped up on mountains they’re still trying to move hills
And their daughters probably listen to Dru Hill
Pussy hotter than blue steel for Dru Hill
So Jesus come take the wheel
No, you steer drunk
The youth here’re punks
The truth here it come
I’ll show you how these country folks pop that trunk
Uh, and my honesty is modest
To tell the whole truth yeah I’ve pondered and I’ve pondered
To be spit at and called a wigger from who you considered a father at 14
‘ll make you wonder, and you wonder
Yeah, that’s hard to hear, ain’t it
But at that very moment my picture got painted
Call it God, call it what you will
But I knew the South was sick still and in need of some changes
So I took it upon myself to adpot all of the outcasts
I took the American and the Confederate flag
Threw it in my back pocket, I even went and got tatts
And carried them like a shield for the shit that once held me back
And these redneck brothers of mine, playin’ that 3.6
In a fucking cornfield, in big trucks with lift kits
Oblivious to the beauty of juxtaposition
They had no idea how special it was to witness
Them in deep Alabama playing Snoop and Group Home
Big Hank and Metallica, I discovered a new zone
And Catfish Billy, a way for me to talk about it
From them on I was questioned and highly doubted by my peers
Who didn’t understand that all these years we’d been the brunt of the jokes
America made it clear that we were backwards, wrong, behind, and segregated
So I decided that Yelawolf would go make it more obvious that we’ve grown
I polished up my tone, I signed to Shady and brought a record deal home
Look mama, no hands, I’m coming up, yeah I’m grown
Respect from the OGs, cosigning my songs
First it was Bun B, then Raekwon, and TIP
Then all of these MCs wanted features from me
But I was a live wire, my tongue was a fuckin’ blade to these critics
Who didn’t get it, the clips from the grenade in my teeth
A little too unique, the market for me was smaller than some thought it would be
Even me so I looked in the mirror
Saw the Jordans, the gold chain, my shirt—Pantera
Rebel flag in my pocket, RED tattooed on my neck
Heart of Dixie across the stomach and it ain’t clicked yet?
Maybe I wore the wrong shoes back to the woods because these suede No. 5s can’t get wet
Maybe it’s something I need to go figure out on my own
So after Radioactive I took my shit back home
Disappeared from the world, became increasingly different
Tuned in every once in a while to see who was spitting
But mainly I was in Nashville getting back to my roots
Explorin’ music with Love Story, I made it my truth
Dropped a single called Til It’s Gone and travelled the globe
I started seeing rebel flags everywhere at my shows
I didn’t think nothing of it, I assumed that they get it
I’m on some New South shit, but I have to admit it
I saw the posts up on Instagram proclaiming I’m racist
And that I’m fucked in the head and I don’t know where my place is
I started taking it personal ‘cause I treat people equal
Homie, I got mixed kids and music is how I feed ‘em
Lo and behold as I’m saying this I discover this evil
White boy went in a church and killed 9 innocent people
Goddamn, hold on, moment of silence
Nine innocent church going people get murdered
There’s not a word I can utter, there’s not a rhyme I can say
There ain’t no fixing that ever, those people brutally slain
And I refuse to see ways to justify all the blame
That motherfucker’s insane
I got so mad at my own image, I took down merch
No explaining it now, it’s only making it worse
This fucking coward, this criminal’s, just a puppet, a mental case
But the truth is the truth, he did it because of race
There’s nothing I can describe, the shame that I felt inside
A white boy with the flag committed this homicide
I tried solo to defend the South, and yes it was my decision
My interviews broke on the internet, you can see my vision
I never thought myself to be like a politician, just a witness to the sickness
The kindling was in the bridge and the bricks that I laid to the road
That I built from the love and the wisdom
I’m trying to find my way
But now I’m feeling imprisoned from the stereotypes
I was prepared for the fight
Hell, I’ll be stereotyped until my burial site
I married a loaded gun when I married this mic
Ain’t playing Russian roulette, ain’t playing ‘round with my life
‘Cause what I cannot lose is the respect that I’ve gained
Friendships I cherish, fuck the money and fame
Black American culture is in the thread of my veins
It’s rock’n’roll till I die, I’m just a rebel in shame
Yes I apologize for me and anybody with that flag
Honestly, any proud Southerner is sad
How do you think I feel when I look at my grandad
Imagining him dead because of that piece of trash
I got nephews, nieces, who need this, peace between this
But media is fiendish
So if you feel like you’re above it or beneath it
Have a logical mind about who your team is
And when you look at me, dawg, don’t look at me like another branch off a tree
Lord, I took this shit and balanced it the best that I could
Try to hold up the wood of America’s old see-saw
But this ain’t Hee Haw with MeMaw
We ain’t on the Cosby Show, are we, bro
Daddy may give a goodnight kiss, but I can promise you this
That you ain’t promised tomorrow
I wish I could go back to the innocence
I remember my friends with no differences
But pigment is relative, isn’t it
Maybe by 2050 we’ll be over it
Big KRIT, I love you homie, keep killin’ shit
You inspired this verse, I got your back and let’s live with this
It is what it is, we cannot fix all this ignorance
Slumerican flags up, it’s over, I’m ending this
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