In This World lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem)

[Hook]
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if I ever need something, I’ma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!

[Verse 1]
In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray
Sh sh shhhhhh shut up muthafucker don’t disrespect these country ways
Yeah! Alabama, if ya ain’t know,
I ain’t hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low
Yeah, I’m the theme show
Stereotypical beanpole
Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glow
From all the Mountain Dew that I consume
From a mason jar, in a racing car, chase it with a tall ice brew
Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally
Trash bag full of Freon, I’m huffin’ puffin’ on potpourri
That gummo’s squeaky swingin’ gate in front of that trap house
Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that Lac out

[Hook]
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if I ever need something, I’ma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!

[Verse 2]
Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet trunk I’m hiding
About ten bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment
Came to the game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill
That’s the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill’d
Siding on the single wide got icicle steel, too cold
Gotta kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf?
Daddy’s in jail again for shuffling pills, we know
Man I’ve only come to give you a peep show, (in this world)
I run across the South, like a wild stream, smiling
I’ve seen more colorful mushrooms than a child’s dream
On an island, desolate left behind
Cause my state, is a state of crime
God said, 1979, go change the minds (in this world)

[Hook]
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if I ever need something, I’ma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!

[Verse 3]
Yelawolf. Hi, my name is
President O‘Bama I’m so shameless
I’m taking it all so what am I saying
I’m the voice of every small town (in this world)
Like a light and a pipe with a mic and take flight in this life
What a sight, put a vice grip lock on my right to fight despite
The way you may feel about sights and sounds that I might put down
About prices found on a sack of that white
Heaven is a place in a 7 11, I can never get away from hell
Found hell in the bible-belt and found love in a 6-pack up on the shelf
Went to the seashore to see more but Leroy didn’t seem sure to me
So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the Tee
Converted him y’all, I gave him convertible thoughts
When he saw that big buck hangin’ on the wall (Yeah)
I’m off by a millimeter
I’m on by a million light years and 2 liters a pint of moonshine
I ride a 2 seater, take a ride (in this world)

[Hook]
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if I ever need something, I’ma get it for myself
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!
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"Trunk Muzik 0-60" (2010)



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Get The Fuck Up! lyrics - Yelawolf

[Intro:]
Though many have come
There will never be another one
Quite like
YELAWOLF

[Chorus:]
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up

[Verse One:]
Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk
Yeah, battle ship sunk, throwing dirt rock chunks
Sling shot rocks broke no money lumps
Looking up too D boys with the pretty dunks
Slick sit down you ain't in the city chump
Special K make the kitties come
Get you some get many guns
Move 'em out ten toes pity none
Get your own Dixie won't give the dog a bone
Sitting' on bigger chrome yeah that's home
Bird fight pit fight what a good song
Looking at the world like what I do wrong
Nothing but a mailman truck coming back for the pickup
I'm a gift you can't get rid of
Recline on me homie I'm a make you sit up
Get drunk do it. Stage lights are lit up, scream like

[Chorus:]
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up

[Verse Two:]
Wraaa
Let the beat ride like that
Yeah I'm a thunderbird never coming back
Thunder in the trunk thunder in the dope sack
I serve em up thunder in the dope raps (BOOM)
Big 'llacs in the tall grass sit with the tires flat
Real good price buddy you should buy that
Blink and you might pass my town
Hole in the wall king my crown
Oh but of all things my sound
Is picking up like a 30 mile long train
Slow climb up but it's such a long drain
So how did I become up pick of all names
What a fairy tale like Ichabod Crane
The headless horsemen runnin' untamed like

[Chorus:]
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
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Daddy's Lambo lyrics - Yelawolf

[Yelawolf:]
Hillbilly in Beverly hills
And so Drama beats.

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Hold up
Damn rich, peanut butter guts in a Lamborghini, whoa
You must have white bread, let's make a sandwich
Now, I ain't never seen money like you got
Nobody got that kind of money in the Boondocks
So if you take me up show me the Balcony looking over
The Hollywood valley I'll make your balloon pop
Pop stars like you, you need a dude like me
To appreciate your wealth
I know you got an elevator in your house
But with me you appreciate the steps
Act like you don't wanna see how much of this Jack Daniels you can handle
You wanna drink and get cut like Rambo?
And let me drive your Daddy's Lambo

[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
You're young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace
Got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink
Wanna go get breakfast
Though you ain't never been to waffle house
Always hanging in guys and dolls
If you came to the shop, I'd put you in a Chevrolet and we slide to the mall
Yeah I came to the club in a pair of Famous jeans and DTA hoody
But I'm walkin' through the party with rogue status looking for Beverly Hills goody's
Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy
Got more bounce than a salamander boy
Need a rich girl like I need a headache
But I'll take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy

[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
What you got in that tote bag
That one of a kind Prada
That beautiful behind inspires me
Makes one of my rhymes harder
Your daddy made a fine daughter
Make me wanna turn this wine from water
Keep the party going in and keep an 808 bumping cause Drama made a beat that'll climb the chart
Money, money, money, money, money
Ain't it funny what a hunny and a Lamborghini will do
Some will run into a hundred dollar bill
And drill a dick on any Tom and Harry with them 24 inch shoes
But come and explore this dude
Analyze my swing
It's slick Rick E. Bobby baby
Gotta let me drive that thing, come on

[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?

[Outro:]
Just whip it around you know
Up the hills
I ain't gonna wreck it, I promise
Sit yo drunk ass back
Drama Beats, Yelawolf, ghettovision
What up Rob Dyrdek
Fantasy Factory Bitch
Holler at chyea

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That's What We On Now lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah, so you might see me wit uh.. 87, rusty.
I been on that but uh... you need ta get on that. Holler at cha mang.

Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter mang, flick a parliament, hub cap ornament.
Deer head on the wall it's a bubba thang, not just sparks but I'm sparkin' a Parliament.
Again I'm a chain smoker, stuck to the flame poker I'm hot. Keep the party goin' don't stop.
New shoes, thrifty Bill Cosby sweater, drinkin' out the keg no greek frat letters.
Bumpin' skinny pimp, Petty and Eddy Vetter.
Ain't no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards you better check tha Y E L A W O L F.
Buddy I'm in ya ash tray like a toenail clip.
Flick flick the cherry, don't ash on my sofa. I'm on some new mobile home shit come on ova. Keep heavy metal like a ton of boulders. Check out my donk it's dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi!

[Chorus]
That's what we on now!
Yeah holler, I got 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck,
A pretty country girl and a pick up truck yeah.
That's what we on now!
Doller at che. Yea. When the sticks meet the bricks,
You gon see all a my people up in that bitch like.
That's what we on now!
20 bucks and I don't give a fuck yeah.
That's what we on now!
A country girl and a pick up truck yeah.
That's what we on now!
When the sticks meet the bricks.
That's what we on now!
All a my people up in this bitch, bitch.

Lemonade is made from lemon's a?
Then I'ma make fine china from a paper plate.
I'ma dip low, like paper planes.
In the Cheverolet, like it's a major thang.
Sign a major deal, with a major payne.
They gave me a budget, I bought a bicycle frame.
I rode that bitch around Walnut park,
Put a stack in my pocket and then blew it at Wal-Mart.
On a jacket, a pistol, and a packet of blow darts.
If you enter my skull, you gonna need a strong heart.
Strong art, the heart of Dixie got history.
You sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's.
Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours.
You wont see nothin' but palm trees and wild fires
and BOOM! Out pops a B Boy.
The mossy oak is dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi!

[Chorus]

Jimmy crack corn, then he threw a bar stool.
Mother goose broke a wing and still flew the coup.
She gave Jimmy 20 bucks and threw him a deuce.
Left Jimmy on the string like a loose tooth.
See these the type of people that I'm used to.
Hard knock country boys fuck a new suit.
Fuck a new coop when you need a new roof,
Give me the whole stake from the ruler to the two.
Give me the ruler too, measure it up.
There's good money in the pyrex mesurin' cup.
Ricky Bobbys on the corner he's tearin' it up.
If he don't slow down, he'll be wearin' a crutch.
Ricky needs to take it to tha highway,
But you can't tell him shit, cause it's Friday.
Ricky's got a needle, thats how it's goin' down?
He looked at me and said "thats what I'm all about."

[Chorus]
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I Just Wanna Party lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Gucci Mane)

Yeah (burr)
Go white girl, it's ya birthday [x2]
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Go white girl, it's ya birthday
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Holleratche mane

So I got this twelve pack (burr)
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin, she just wanna party

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale
Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell
bring them back I'm Mr. Pale, pack the pack and drink the ale
Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell
Don't think I can lean my chair
Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin rappers
You don't wanna see me there
Blindside em, rhyme-side em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail
You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face
I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train
Kitchen full of bottles baby, tell me what you want again

[Chorus:]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted it's scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm rolling up that rhinoceros
Shes jockin and it's obvious, I landed in your metropolis
Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies
She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney
I'm aided by the shawty
I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up
Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns
We came here with 5 of em, we gon leave here with 9 of em
That's 14, I'm keepin em around, I'm goin til I get tired of em

[Chorus:]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Cocaine on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs
Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot
Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin
Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time
To put em in the mood, to put em in the car
Take em to the house and (what)
Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth
How we do it down south and (what)
I'm always going going,
Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
Crop dusting from a Boeing
Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)
Cook it up, make a meal(ey)
Gettin stupid, gettin silly
Drinkin beer(ey), also chile
Fucked up but I'll tell you that I can't complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained
[Chorus:]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, we drinkin ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party

Bama!
We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah)
Yellow, Gucci (BURR)
That's hard

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Billy Crystal lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rock City)

[Verse 1:]
Trailer park's on fire, Billy been cooking up something.
If you need a biscuit, come on then, Billy just got it jumping.
Get it from a pro, get it for the low, get you some blow.
Get it for the nose, get it for the show, get it for the (hoes!)

Four-wheeler cranked up, gas tank on the ATV.
It's full of that crank bud, Billy got pills from A to Z.
So what do you think?.. But Billy won't go below 50.
22's are dangerous, trigger a finger with the nugget rings.

Pow, take one from the needle, how you feeling now?
Purple moons and lucky charms, yeah, that's the sound.
But veins turning brown. but his fame is so profound.
His name is like a noun, they going Billy now.

[Chorus:]
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth.
Yeah! and he ain't slowing down, ain't slowing down.
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth.
Go Billy!.. Crystal meth.

Ayyee, ohhh, ayyee, ohhhhhh.
Ohhh, ayyee, ohhhhhh.

[Verse 2:]
Hello junkies, and hello mama too,
Hello to my P.O., deuce up to the boys in blue.
Billy got brass balls, 20 pounds on the catwalk.
LSD & Adderall, and LCDs on the wall.

He's watching every move, high-tech redneck.
Run up on him if you want to, i be ready, come on.
It might be dark in the woods. But the lights are on.
The money's counted, and if the price is wrong.

Well then, Billy will get them Gremlins like Spielberg.
He'll take your house down, off of them pillars.
And take your mom to sizzler, and feed her chicken liver.
That's cold blooded love, Billy's a chiller.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
4:30 in the A.M., Billy ain't slept for days.
Gotta keep up with the profit, gotta keep up with the craze.
It's a heavy shade, gotta walk through the maze.
Down where the sun don't shine, and the palm trees sway.

And when the wind blew, and the cradle fell.
Down come baby Billy, and up come an able male.
Mama stayed at work, daddy stayed in jail.
Hey, that's a full deck, but you gotta play with what you're dealt.

So Billy dealt the joker, put the sheriff in the choker.
He drank himself sober, and pissed in a SuperSoaker.
And he wet em all up, and left his snow yellow.
That's hard white boy, for the ello.

[Chorus]
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Pop The Trunk lyrics - Yelawolf

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

[Hook 2x:]
Think he's playing? You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you

11:30 and I'm pulling up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spitting over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sipping on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, and tonight one of the bitches is giving us problem
Well one of them bitches be fucking one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit... Biscuit!

[Hook 2x]

Two men stand, one's gotta go
One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the road
Momma better call the police
Now he's screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed fields
In the valley of the hollowed till
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

[Hook 2x]

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Box Chevy lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rittz the Rapper)

[Verse 1]
Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my (BOX CHEVY)
Tell them other wack motherfuckers to get the (PINE BOX READY)
Catfish Billy is (DEADLY)
Don't get slapped with the (MEDLEY)
Still sipping on Jack D to my neck and my head start feeling (HEAVY)
Doing 125 down I-29 really think i need to start slowing down
But I can't cause i gotta pretty blonde thing sitting to my right that's blowing me now
Oh yea she (HEADING ME) I think her name might be (BECKY)
I was bout to drop her off but I had to switch lanes to get the brain she (NECKED ME)
Awww naw do you come in two's please choose a couple of friends that could hoppy in the coupe
Now we going (STEADY) but I'm not looking for (LONGEVITY)
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights trough the dash I'm nice to ride past

[Chorus]
My rims are super clean, paint job that 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 with the King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sitting off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen with the King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)

[Verse 2 - Rittz]
Fuck a limousine I'd rather ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Riding 85 northbound shaking doors down
So I turn the speakers louder pissing off polices
Fuck 5-star chick, got a porn-star bitch riding shotgun with me getting so wet
Now she going down on me giving road head busting on her forehead,
then I take her back to the homestead PEACE
Back in the caprice took a sack of weed and crumpled it inside a Cognac blunt wrap
Then its time to jump back on the highway 85 slumping in the seat like I'm hunchback and
My Chevy look so dope oldskool vo's on it got it floating like a row boat,
gold flakes in the paint dripping on the road, driving slow like a show boat hoe
Don't act like you don't hear me coming I got the Willie Sherman and its coming out the clarions
12's in the trunk, flatscreen TVs in the headrest with "Something About Mary" on carry on
I be turning heads every time when you see in the Chevy man she car struck
and I'm far from hauled up so quit tripping like a bitch
get in the car slut you know you wanna ride.

[Chorus]
My rims are super clean, paint job that 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 with the King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Beam, sitting off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen with the King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)

[Verse 3]
In the the background with the six-pack and riding looking for the (LADIES)
Peanut butter seats have seat girl my peanut butter needs (JELLY) I'll chase you like (JELLY)
if you ain't afraid to get (MESSY)
If you know the game then I'll let you call the shots like a referee
Now I'm drinking deuce deuce sweet and slow
feeling like I'm Deuce Deuce Bigalow
played the the bitch like piccolo
go anywhere you wanna go pick a road
Interstate 59 20 75 285 85 southbound
twins pipes like POW POW, 100 spokes on the vo's like wow..wow...wow

[Chorus]
My rims are super clean, paint job that 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 with the King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Beam, sitting off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen with the King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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Good To Go lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Bun B)

[Chorus:]
Good to go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)
Good to go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)

[Yelawolf:]
Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo
Party with a bunch of bad girls in a Pinto
Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil
Sharpen up a #2 on his new Benzo
Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo
Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face, grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy of the style
I'll lend yo ass, the man so bad
From Alabama with banjo cocked back
Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that
I don't wanna hear shit buddy that's that
Can't get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number bitch, maybe when I'm ready to roll I'll hit you wit the totem pole
But right now I'm

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Well boy you wanna do this shit, well lets get to it
You already know Imma run right through it
I'm just like fluid, artifact like water
Come on be real I go a little harder
Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
Put it on a plate Imma serve ya order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughter
Game over by the end of 1st quarter
Wake up hater rise and shine
I'm a start when you riding pine
I got yo main girl riding mine
Her face in my lap as I recline
It's grinding time and I declare
I'll run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathon
You can't touch me like Hammer, gone

[Chorus]

[Yelawolf:]
Don't you know I got Bun B in my front seat and we got these
(Poppers on the Chrome)
One time for ya boy Pimp C
(Pocket full of stones)
I gotta pocket full of stones cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants
I rock a microphone literally, lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans
Pop a band, put a stack on it I'll water his plants like Aquaman
Make a rapper run back to the studio retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
I'll be damned, Catfish Billy, you don't wanna run if ya rhythm ain't ready
Sin syllables, beats edible, incredible, inevitably, GO!

[Chorus]
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Marijuana lyrics - Yelawolf

Marijuana, Marijuana, fuck
20 pounds in the trunk
Momma been growin' that skunk
Green room looks like a warzone
Dirty water drips from the hydro pumps
Daddy got me sweepin' leaves
Pickin' up shake,
Makin tea, brownies, cookies,
Serving all the hippies
Nickel sacks
Bet, hit me Dixie boy
Smoker's toy
Paraphonilia, you enjoy
Grow it pack it then deploy
Summertime job, come get employed
Evidence destroyed
Family biz evidently boy
Duckin' in the police boy
All for the love of

Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack it up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feelin' stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana

Can't get caught by the Rosco
So we stuffin' this green like a taco
Feelin' like we hit a brick lotto
Putting dents in the street like a pot hole
We pot hold, in the backwoods
2 tone box Chevy with the black hood
Seats come out all packed up
P's for the 18 like a Mac truck
You a dope boy? So what
If I gave you my connect
You'd blow up
Sawed off layin' flat on the sofa
They'll twist that lid like a soda
Uncle Critter putting plugs on the motor
We gotta get to Tennessee no holdups
We ain't getting rich bitch
We getting over
All for the love of

Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack it up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feeling stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana

Crowbar sits in the carjack
Fill the gas tank up with a fun pack
Son I don't wanna see you til' you come back
If you get caught, you know where the money's at
Throwing loose rocks on a dirt road
Police on your throat like a chokehold
Rollin' through town with a boatload
I'm feelin' like a trailer park mogul
Sweat can't roll down the windows
Cuz the doors jammed up with the elbows
I think I see cops, I can't tell though
If I ride too close, they'll smell dope
My phone blowin' up, I promise
They waitin' on the package from the runner
I made enough just for the summer
All for the love of

Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack if up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feelin stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana

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Love Is Not Enough lyrics - Yelawolf

Man this fucking bitch
Took off, fucking with some college graduate
Punk ass, Abercrombie wearing motherfucker
Left me broken-hearted in the Chevy
It's all good though, know why?
I got me bitch

Both of us was in the same class
In '02 in Antioch Nash-Ville
And I wanted you so bad
That I forgot to mark my manners
Everybody wanted them panties
Every guy was hoping to land it
We would flirt around and touch hands
Until we fucked around and took zanex
And that's when you began to drive me bananas
I was in denial it's apparent
You began to lie to your parents
You should know that I can't live
Without you holding my name
Now my heart's in control of my brain
And I can't hold it in the lanes

Rollin down 20 man
With this jack in my cup
Feeling down on my luck
And I'm doing 120 man
Maybe I'm giving up
Baby I'm giving up
Baby what is happening?
Don't you believe in us?
Don't you believe in us?
She said I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough
Love is not enough
Love is not enough

Used to fuck so much we missed school
You was there when I needed you
I was there when you needed me
We were inseparable
And I was broke with no fucking food
You was tough enough to be cool
Skate holes under my shoes
Dope boys had me confused
I was in love with hip hop
You was in love with that too,
What made it come to a stop?
Had to have been the money issue
Bitch
And I really miss the rain
I gave you all of my soul
And I got left was a key chain

Rollin down 20 man
With this jack in my cup
Feeling down on my luck
And I'm doing 120 man
Maybe I'm giving up
Baby I'm giving up
Baby what is happening?
Don't you believe in us?
Don't you believe in us?
She said I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough
Love is not enough
Love is not enough

Who the fuck are you fucking now?
Bet he's always taking you out
College-educated and proud
Me, well I'm just a drop out
Can't really blame ya for bugging
Ain't I the dirt on your rug
And just a place to wipe your shoes
And give me all your thrown away loving
Back to my buzzing and drugging
Back to my gutter with nothing
Back to the all of a sudden cracks
In the covenant trust in me
You ain't gotta worry bout sharing this success with Wyane
Now it's just petty change
But I still feel the pain

Rollin down 20 man
With this jack in my cup
Feeling down on my luck
And I'm doing 120 man
Maybe I'm giving up
Baby I'm giving up
Baby what is happening?
Don't you believe in us?
Don't you believe in us?
She said I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough
Love is not enough
Love is not enough
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I Wish lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Raekwon)

[Raekwon:]
Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme man
You know what it do man
Just sit back, relax
Yelawolf what up
Raekwon in the building

[Yelawolf:]
I'm Alabama's own buddy
Flinstone Caprice, 1987 cuddi
Backyard moonshine steel
Methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal clear?
Chipped tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs
Who wanna see you killed type of evil
Confederate flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows down
Why is he playing Beanie Siegel?
Cause his daddy was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about
Moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street work
And he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap spot
Chevys on the center blocks
Still doing donuts
In the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group home
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherfucker would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would
Hell, naw!
I wish a motherfucker would

[Raekwon:]
Now let me tell you something youngsters
I'm never gunna sell you something
Unless it's that snow white
We might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw hood with it
Be at your door quick
Four on your jaw
I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas
Your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut
All up in the leer, listen
Yo leave 'em alone
He brought me along
Rap, he got it
I'm the crew pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles
We bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face
I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas
Just some Staten Island niggas
You could call us Shaolin
Where niggas get drunk
And hold me down my nigga
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal
Scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle though

[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherfucker would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would
Hell, naw!
I wish a motherfucker would

[Yelawolf:]
Preshate it Rea
Sling shot me in quick
Like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta itchy back
Get busy crack
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't gotta call my black
I got direction
I'm a road map I'm an almanac
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
Fuck all of that
WU-TANGS's in Bama bitch
Get a grip handle it
Yelas in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the cannabis
Make a wish the candles lit
White boys follow this
Mamas thirty-eight-six
Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline

[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother fucka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherfucker would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would
Hell, naw!
I wish a motherfucker would

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Trunk Muzik lyrics - Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik
Trunk Muzik
Burn One
Burn One

[Verse 1]
Straight from the back of the game I rock it
Yelawolf's got that crack boy
In the woods with the SK I'm cockin'
You don't wanna play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like pastor troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sipping my crown
And 7 pimping I'm about
And I'm about to get down
Look at me changing lanes
Twin pipes looking like dragon's breath
(Whoosh) Chevrolet's blowing flames
Yes I know it's strange
Hit you in the left eye
Pull the chains
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath the 808 I'm Droppin
In your face like

[Chorus:]
To The DJ's
Out Cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And idle back on the throttle Chevrolets
With the bottom won't you roll the window down
If you cruising
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 come and fade away ain't no other way to get down

[Verse 2]
Told you I was coming
Said I'd be here in 5
And even though I brought you glasses
You still can't believe your eyes
But if you don't believe it by now
FUCK it just lean to the side
Hold up wait a minute I don't really
Wanna leave without a single solitary
So when needed for I'll bring it to em
If your sailing catch my drift
Lead me to the door check my list
Meet me at the floor catch this fist
Or meet me at the store catch this lick
Build this house flip this brick
Real skateboarders feel this grip
Moving through the alley way
Look at the people tripping
Cause I'm only chopping like

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I have to be the hardest I've got diamond nuts
I piss excellence Ricky bobby lines 'em up
Catfish billy half pints or more
Yelawolf country fries 'em up
Put 'em in a duffle bag then I roll up in a river then I hold up
Watch what the fuck you hold up
Dynamite sticks will blow up
Ghetto vision got this sold up
Roll up smoke up
Everybody wishing they chose us
But we don't give a fuck you know what
I know you didn't see me coming but I'm coming anyway
Bitch Yelawolf is styling on you

[Chorus]
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"Arena Rap" (2008)



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Back To Bama lyrics - Yelawolf

Goin' back to bama, gonna take it nice and slow
Goin' back to bama, wanna see some ? roads
Take it easy Alabama and I watch my babies grow

Goin back
Alabama

Yeah I'm comin' home to my shepards lair and I'm a ride along
I'm coming round, to this old bridge and this small town
and I'm a cross this river bed, and bring every body I know
and I'm a show them the best side of this rebel flag that people hold
My cousin told me don't forget where you come from
Every boy I want I promise, how could I run from
What become so strong, a part of my childhood, where nothing could cheer me up like the thought of home and the wild woods.

I hold up the name, cause we been through it all,
I'm not afraid of change when Daddy said he'd do it all.
I just shook his hand well maybe you're wrong, cause I found the whole world when I found my song in Alabama

Goin' back to bama, gonna take it nice and slow
Goin' back to bama, wanna see some ? roads
Take it easy Alabama and I watch my babies grow

Yes sir, I'm going to back bama with a bit of that jack,
shotgun rested on the gun rack give me 20 bucks and a six shot and I come back with a mobile and a 6 pack.
Catfish billy got a piece of that pie, pie tell me do you want some of that?

Take my hand Dixie land, if you wanna rise, then I will stand.
Hold my hand Dixie land I know your drive, I understand.

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Candy & Dreams lyrics - Yelawolf

[Chorus:]
Candy and dreams are your favourite ones
Is that really what you want?
'Cause I got what you want in my pocket.
Hand me the keys I'll hand you the sun.
Is that really what you need?
'Cause I got what you need in my rocket.

(5) Babies in lines to pick from.
(4) Yeap, and I'm wondering, which one,
(3) number moves best to the kick drum.
(2) Kick me to the moon it's this one (1)

[Verse 1:]
One, two, three, feet and rising
There were five I wanted to plug one.
Hey the day in L.A.'s got so what's night in Alabama do you want some son?
So, what's a 20 minute flight pulling your boots like Napoleon Dynamite.
We worked up but we worked biting appetite
Looking at Earth from my personal satellite.
Got it right, they got left. Going up, take a breath.
It's a giant leap for all mankind
But for us it's just a simple step, baby step.

[Chorus:]
Candy and dreams are your favourite ones
Is that really what you want?
'Cause I got what you want in my pocket.
Hand me the keys I'll hand you the sun.
Is that really what you need?
'Cause I got what you need in my rocket.

(5) Babies and lines you've pick from.
(4) Yeap, and I'm wondering, which one,
(3) number who's best to the kick drum.
(2) Kick me to the moon it's this one (1)

[Verse 2:]
People in cars go vroom.
Speeding to the dope go wroom wroom.
Let's go half on a tank
If you got some fuel then I got that boom (boom)
Crank my truck I'm still a country boy PBR's in a cup
You wanna see inside the Astronaut farmer
5 4 3 2 1... buckle up.

[Chorus:]
Candy and dreams are your favourite ones
Is that really what you want?
'Cause I got what you want in my pocket.
Hand me the keys I'll hand you the sun.
Is that really what you need?
'Cause I got what you need in my rocket.

(5) Babies in lines to pick from.
(4) Yeap, and I'm wondering, which one,
(3) number moves best to the kick drum.
(2) Kick me to the moon it's this one (1)

[Verse 3:]
Damn, she's got the ground control.
I'm looking at the sky where should we go to.
Na-na-na-Night
Lights in the club don't shine like that tha-tha- that's gotta be your back
You almost gave me a heart attack.
You must to put somethin in my Cognac
I'm kind a like an Alabama headache at.
Myspace game will now be maxed
And if you wanna know where I'll be at.
The ships are fat with...

[Chorus:]
Candy and dreams are your favourite ones
Is that really what you want?
'Cause I got what you want in my pocket.
Hand me the keys I'll hand you the sun.
Is that really what you need?
'Cause I got what you need in my rocket.

(5) Babies in lines to pick from.
(4) Yeap, and I'm wondering, which one,
(3) number moves best to the kick drum.
(2) Kick me to the moon it's this one (1)
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All Aboard lyrics - Yelawolf

Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...

Come on in, I'm making room for you, her, and him
Also for those, we, them, and they, Three course meal on a silver tray
Lay in the lab of luxury, watch fine wine incubate
With the white cloth layin off to the side, one for the hands one for the face
One for the luck, one for the pride, one way ride out of yesterday
You can lay down or you can lie, just don't lie straight to my face
Got a place you can keep the coats at, and a safe for the jewelry
Got a place to develop the Kodak, to keep up with the memories
And the picture frame from the past, you can hang it up on the wall
And you can watch it past from the back of the train, as you leave it all
You might seen a few trains come by, but this train you never saw before
You better make up your mind the conductor is saying “All Aboard!!!"

Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train

It's such a view, but it's reserved for just a few
Such the luck for such as who, but who is me and who is you
You got a free ride that you can't refuse, choice in the form of a new caboose
A chance in the shape of a railroad track, hop inside make the move
Break from the old and create the new,
Leave all the fake and replace the true
Pack the bags, leave the name tag, claim the ticket God paid for you
Drapes of linen, navy blue, but they're not made to block the light
The light from the sun will see us through,
And you can sleep well in the peace of night,
Cuz you might not see it twice in the small town where you live
So believe in the right to life cuz they left you dead this road you steer
You might seen a few trains come by, but this train you never saw before
You better make up your mind the conductor is saying “All Aboard!!!"

Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train...

Some people run from some people who wanna save 'em
Some people got guns some people you wanna stay from
When the train rode in why did all my friends turned around and said goodbye?
Cuz some people don't know they standing at the station...
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train
ALL ALL ABOARD!!!
Opportunity is in place, and it might never comeback this way
You better go and get in that train

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Come On Over lyrics - Yelawolf

[Verse 1]
Six pack, my life's in a bottle
18 wheels, is my rolling motto
I stayed in the woods, and I played wit a six shot
Still fucked up from all the pills that I swallowed
School was a bore, I had no fun suspended
My whole work was taking weed from a kitchen
Pounds of hick stem, a fifth grade scum bag
Threw bags in for Christmas, I'm high on attention
Skateboard shoes, I had holes in my vision
Before it was cool, I had unwanted attention
Young girls heartbroke, I'm nothin' but trouble
But life is a ditch, bitch, I'm just good wit a shovel
Can you dig it?

[Hook]
Come on over
Be so caught up
It's all about compromise
I see problems down the line
I know that I'm right
I know that I'm right

[Verse 2]
Yeah, you're probably right
I'm probably DUI when I'm driving tonight
I put my feet on the edge and kick my soul to the captain
And just like Travis, I'm surviving the flight
Yelling, "Go Alabama!", holding my banjo
And turn up to Marshall and tune up to Dobro
My truck ain't stuck, I got a wrench in the toedo
Had friends but they threw me out, when I'm down and low
Yo what's up to the D-Boyz and the meth lab pimps
All you Kid Rock fans and all you hippies in hemp
If you've got the Greatest of Johnny right next to Straight Outta Compton
You brought a shovel like mine, you probably been to the ditch
And I can dig it

[Hook]
Come on over
Be so caught up
It's all about compromise
I see problems down the line
I know that I'm right
I know that I'm right
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Stage Lights lyrics - Yelawolf

Staaage Light
Burn one
Trunk Muzik
Re Re Re Mix

[Hook]
We do it all for the
Stage lights
Oooooooooooo oooooooooo oooooooooo ooooooooooooo oooooo
Just for the
Stage light

[Verse 1]
Yeah and we got that trunk music yep
Lincoln continental rumbilin shit is over yep
So did you over shlep
Over sleep bonus that ghetto visions a boulder yep
Drunk motherfucker I need to take me a sober rest
Fuck it give me the whiskey bottle and throw the rest in the trunk
And let the 808 hit the shoulder net
Row the best do it screw it hold it in hold it chest hold it up
Yelawolf got the shit make you come for ritz
He control the deck
Smoking ciggarets
Rollin Chevrolets on the start killing shit from LA to bouldercrest
So you need a break and for the rest
Fuck you turn blue hold your breath
Call a penalty into me going shoulder ref
We winning anyway homie you must be going deaf
You know we going left field and we grow the best skill cut it down from the goal so you can hold the net
If you ball in the grow a set show a check
If you wanna win fit us in in the Rolodex
Hater why you looking so depressed
Excuse me I got a show to wreak
And its back to the

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I put a dent in that rental buddy back to the fender
Sack a track I’m back I’m bagging sacks of this timber
Come get you some
Ricky go ricky bobby here ricky comes
Sportin a hicky from hicky chick-ies who give me some
Rolling the sicky stick give ricky the sticky thumb thumbs up
Pull up to the party with fifty some bucks
Driking not trippin cum fuck
Wit a born hippie done crump
I get rythym like a hippie drum son
I’m from the bottom believe it people the freedom eagle
Americas inhaling the bible pale when I feed um
All I wanted was to lead them to the light and see um
Now all I’m living under the lights of every colusium

[Hook]

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Gone lyrics - Yelawolf

[Hook]
Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was on awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we go to the bar about a quarter til 2 and it was awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on

[Verse 1]
Ha-hah
No, not you my lady, I’m illegally parked I know
Pardon my French and my Mercedes
But I have no excuse for this flea market shirt I’m wearing
My Motley Crue is beastly and we enjoy the staring
I’m unemployed and daring
How dare I be so cool when it's
So hot in Alabama, sometimes we get snow too
And I’m as rare as a white Christmas in Miami, really
The temperatures droppin’ don’t stop, bitch, the oceans getting’ chilly
But I’m drivin’ (I’m drivin’, I’m drivin’)
My people (My people)
To party (To party)
Party (Yeah)
Cus I’m drinkin’ (Cus I’m drinkin’)
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
P-P-P-P-P- Party

[Hook]
Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was on awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we go to the bar about a quarter til 2 and it was awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on

[Verse 2]
Yes I jumped off the boat
And I’m sinkin’ in my chair cause my beer bottle does not float
Help me now (Now)
Please enjoy the show, I done come up so fast that I’m afraid of heights, I gotta go
Help me down
Or I’ll just learn to balance
Somewhere between commercial dreams and music that is valid (Yeah)
My babies need to eat so I create a simple sound
The Fiasco threw me for a Lup-é, I dumbed it down, Slick
Rick E. Bobby, I’m drivin’ (I’m drivin’)
My people (My people)
To party (To party)
Party (Yeah)
Cus I’m drinkin’ (Cus I’m drinkin’)
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
P-P-P-P-P- Party

[Hook]
Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was on awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we go to the bar about a quarter til 2 and it was awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on

[Verse 3]
Yeah, my people are ridin’, in trucks and wheels oversized
In such a world I reside, and you’ll let one go if your pride
And enough to give you a bottle, been throwin’ troubles around
I got them car keys in hand, I know what the fucks goin’ down
Some of these people come sick, so pop their trunk for a gaze
They wanna do bodily harm, they wanna live for the day
We just came to get stupid, so gimmie that bottle of Crown
I take my girl to my Caprice and get the fuck outta town
C’mon girl, and I’m drivin’ (I’m drivin’)
My people (My people)
To party (To party)
Party (Yeah)
Cus I’m drinkin’ (Cus I’m drinkin’)
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
P-P-P-P-P- Party

[Hook]
Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was on awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we go to the bar about a quarter til 2 and it was awe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)
And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on
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"Piss'n In A Barrel Of Bee'z" (2005)



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Piss'n In A Barrel Of Bee'z lyrics - Yelawolf

WOLF! (Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!)
WOLF; pissin' in a barrel of beez
Yelawolf! Volume one
WOLF... let's set it
AAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!

[Hook:]
Look at me!
My belt buckle's unlatched
I'm holding my wee-wee, this way
Come watch my back I gotta pee-pee
Fuck 'em all I'll hold my balls and urinate on the industry
Fuck 'em, I'm pissin' in a barrel of beez

Mamaaaa! Mama, look; no hands
I dip my dick in a jar of honey, and I'm peein' in a bucket of fire ants
Wait, them ain't fire ants! Shit, them bumble bees!
But I still won't budge, I don't give a motherfuck
If they crawled on my jungle weeds
I'm done with these, overrated, slow-paced, wanna-be motor bikes
You're tricycles, peddling hard
A bumble bee has one strike
Them soldiers slow your roll; you're supposed to be in line
Twenty-fours never made a rapper spit hard
You can only get a buzz when you fly
Amazing, n' craving them flowers like women, bouquets
Set a purple haze, Yelawolf I have an MC pushing up daisies, grinning
Standing six feet, nothin'
And I drank a whole lake
I gotta go real bad
And I got a belly ache
The great flood is back; I'm attacking the best of the best
Surround them with my sound, in this yellow sea of stress
Hurting, long waiting, hard writing, and shitty deals
And if that don't drown ya', you'll hit the Chevrolet windshield; splat!

[Hook x2]

Excuse me, anybody seen a bathroom around here?
I've been holding this shit back for so long
That I'm dancing with my hand on my balls like a queer
Here, here, I said it
Gotta let it go, gotta bigger head; swollen
Headed to the lab with a Ding-Dong
Like a deep sea fishing pole, and
Throw my line in with the bait hook
Got a great white following my books
Shit that I wrote floats like a bobber
Sit back unappeared, unbothered
Jumping up when I see it bump
Just let the shark come near
Here fishy fishy! Here fishy fishy fishy fishy; now swallow
This, piss, bitch; rich in nutrients
Let it go in your party bowl
Sticks to your dips and chips
Licks, taste, great; it'll make you live
Not dog a bite; I'm Golga-white
With a bottle breaker, and then a keg of Heineken
Fight like an Irishman
Fight like a wolf; I'm still growling
Marking my territory with my leg hiked, you know where to find him
Y-E-LA, W-O-L-F that spells the chief
Pissin' on, H-O-T, B-E-A-T; that spells relief!

[Hook x2]

Oh my goodness, you've got motive
Chopped down, like an overgrown bush with a weed eater
Wet up the spot, with me, Peter
Run up on that 808 kit, take a shit
Hike my paw-paw, and drain 'me lizard
Wolf relieved himself on top of the track with a three-liter
Did you like this song before we did it? (Naw) Me neither!
Well pull out your Johnson motherfucker; if you got a twat then squat
Do it if you want to little mama; if you got what's hot, then drop
But don't sit on the meat cleaver; you can't clean up blood with a mop
I do my shit sober... do you need some X when you rock?
Well here's a triple stack (HAUUUUUH!) - now pop
Hot rocks, meteor damage putting holes in your Chevy top
I do not stop
Ceiling is damaged, now you're really riding in a drop
You could ride or die, or die to ride a drumkick, and then get shot
Blew by the police by the hot shit security; you are stopped
Hold up, freeze
Step out of my vehicle, rewind
This shit is pitiful
Must I get rid of you?
Must I piss on you?

[Hook x2]

Takes big balls!
Watch out dog!
Missy Elliott, Dallas Austin, Mona Scott! UPN!
God damn MTV... BET... I'm coming!
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Diamonds lyrics - Yelawolf

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
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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
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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
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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!)
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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
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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.
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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
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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]
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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]
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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
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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
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