[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I, something is wrong with me, I'm feeling like Psycho White
I can't get a grip, I'm about to slip, I'm about to fight
I took another shot of whiskey dipsy chippin hit me
I don't wanna get a grip, wanna lose it all, I wanna go wild
Yeah, Catfish in a drop top thunderbird oh my God
Here comes Billy again with Travis Barker; Jay and Silent Bob
Hiya mom, Holmes got another chopper, high as a helicopter
Sitting on the porch with a simple torch shakin his head; Flocka Flocka
Sorry for the six pack daddy, I know before you left you told me not to
But I said fuck it, kick the bucket and drink 'em all; Wacka Wacka
Anybody seen a doctor, I'm a head cast after the Opera
And if I say go then a bunch of famous family members are gonna pop off
[Hook:]
To my people on the back, move to the front
Push 'em, push 'em
To my people on the front, move to the back
Push 'em, push, em
To my people on the side, move to the middle
Push 'em, push 'em
Everybody in this motherfucker 1, 2, 3, go
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push a motherfucker
[Verse 2:]
Transplants; you know we chillin
Twitch; yeah, you know he's chillin
Skate tee; you know we chillin
Felix; you know he's chillin
California; you know we chillin
Alabama; you know we chillin
Pull em up on that '87 with Paul Wall
You know he's grillin
Look around and tell me do you really wanna jump inside that mothafuckin prison
For the animals that drink a pint and to the final crew to get inside
The club and jump into a bottle like a bowl of water hold up buddy can I get a
The Wolfpack's in mosh mode crowd surfin, see 'em rise
Slumerican famous yeah, DTA gettin DUI's
Go
[Hook]
[Interlude:]
We're dealing with a small group of troublemakers
It's uhh, bunch of angry young men who were fighting
Who were smashing, and some crazy fires and explosives
Are causing these problems
[Verse 3:]
London Bridge is fallin down but I'm too drunk on a bottle of brown
Too far gone in a pile of cans to keep my hands from movin around
Fuck it, I'm in public feeling like nobody's watching me go nuts
When am I gonna lose my mind, before I find myself to hold me up
[Hook]
6 Feet Underground lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Tim Armstrong)
[Hook: Tim Armstrong]
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, gonna lie
6 feet underground
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Papa's in the closet, loading up that buckshot
Little sister hide behind the grandfather clock
I've seen that old blood money get washed
I watched the shotgun shell go pop
Got a couple rounds in the Chevy ashtray
I don't know why I was made this way
Sec-your-ity don't want it with me
If we can't get in, the fuck you say?
Too much billy is in this cup
Too many people are in this club
You keep looking at me like you want to jump
If we let loose homie, you won't get up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Little brother raised on the front yard gym
He only thinks, Jim's too quick
Stands 5 2, nickname Slim
Motherfucker thinks he's 6 foot 10
Never seen a young man act so rough
Never see a frown take you've seen that drown
Put another pit back in his cup
You know it's a fucking party when he comes to town
Yeah, I know a little something about getting high
Yeah, I know a little something about getting drunk
You fuck with the Wolfpack and everybody rise
So go jump in the pen and if you feeling lucky punk (hah)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't know what's wrong with me lately
I don't really feel like myself
Everybody's reaching for money
Sorry that I can't help
It's like I throw you a bone
But if you were my dog, I wouldn't throw you a bone
I'd throw you a log
With, both of my knees
Both of my knees, on the ground
(I'm dropping famous shit)
People that are close to me know that I got damn
Too famous quick
Row with the boat, [?]
With the bottle, I'm a heinous kid
Jump, when I say, jump
You've got to jump from the cliff
(You've gotta say you will)
Stand up with team
Stand up on the ball!
Like a fucking animal
Eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive!
I said eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive
Yeah I know I said that twice
And don't make me say it again motherfucker!
[Hook]
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, gonna lie
6 feet underground
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Papa's in the closet, loading up that buckshot
Little sister hide behind the grandfather clock
I've seen that old blood money get washed
I watched the shotgun shell go pop
Got a couple rounds in the Chevy ashtray
I don't know why I was made this way
Sec-your-ity don't want it with me
If we can't get in, the fuck you say?
Too much billy is in this cup
Too many people are in this club
You keep looking at me like you want to jump
If we let loose homie, you won't get up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Little brother raised on the front yard gym
He only thinks, Jim's too quick
Stands 5 2, nickname Slim
Motherfucker thinks he's 6 foot 10
Never seen a young man act so rough
Never see a frown take you've seen that drown
Put another pit back in his cup
You know it's a fucking party when he comes to town
Yeah, I know a little something about getting high
Yeah, I know a little something about getting drunk
You fuck with the Wolfpack and everybody rise
So go jump in the pen and if you feeling lucky punk (hah)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't know what's wrong with me lately
I don't really feel like myself
Everybody's reaching for money
Sorry that I can't help
It's like I throw you a bone
But if you were my dog, I wouldn't throw you a bone
I'd throw you a log
With, both of my knees
Both of my knees, on the ground
(I'm dropping famous shit)
People that are close to me know that I got damn
Too famous quick
Row with the boat, [?]
With the bottle, I'm a heinous kid
Jump, when I say, jump
You've got to jump from the cliff
(You've gotta say you will)
Stand up with team
Stand up on the ball!
Like a fucking animal
Eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive!
I said eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive
Yeah I know I said that twice
And don't make me say it again motherfucker!
[Hook]
Funky Shit lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker)
[Intro: x4]
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[Verse 1:]
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like ill beat with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up [?] atlas
Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out "Cheerio"
Look at that shit, pull her on back like elastic
And let it go like a mac [?]
S-Sipping on the green bottle, like I'm saint Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
Ooo got to have it
(boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Gotta turn the beat up while I run up on it like a cheetah
[?] well, that'd be the day
Put you up shit creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe?
[Hook:]
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[Verse 2:]
And I'm a Beastie Boy
Airwalks and a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just, "so what? Fuck you dude"
Well fuck you too
[?] with a backpack
I'll bust your fruit
I'm all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a bass line, I'll rap
As long as TB got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator, operate the fader while I operate a label then I’m in my fuckin' high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
You would've thought, it was written
But it's not
Rag hanging out the back of them jeans
Not a gangbanger but a cracker who sings
And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, why stop now?
Put 'em in the trunk
Let 'em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fuck 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
But you could butt talk, if a [?] fall
Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
That makes me a son of a bitch
[Hook]
Whistle Dixie lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
With a full of trash straight to the ocean
All black benz is slowly rolling
Head light's off don't be the chosen
Thinks it's a game then drop the token
Up shits creek without a paddle
That's just life I'm in the saddle
No rest no bitch we don't tattle
Snake's don't always shake the rattle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 2]
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hypo coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
Shes that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me I'm hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 3]
Give me give me till it's empty
Too much money isn't plenty
It's not enough it's not any
Come come on just choose the jimmy
They all want to bust a nut in
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king, be the sultan
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked
Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
To the sickness they'll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
With a full of trash straight to the ocean
All black benz is slowly rolling
Head light's off don't be the chosen
Thinks it's a game then drop the token
Up shits creek without a paddle
That's just life I'm in the saddle
No rest no bitch we don't tattle
Snake's don't always shake the rattle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 2]
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hypo coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
Shes that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me I'm hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 3]
Give me give me till it's empty
Too much money isn't plenty
It's not enough it's not any
Come come on just choose the jimmy
They all want to bust a nut in
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king, be the sultan
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked
Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
To the sickness they'll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Director's Cut lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Michael Myers & Superman)
(Psycho motherfucker)
(Psycho motherfucker)
[Verse 1:]
I took my Buck night
Stuck it in my bag
In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class
And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used
The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass
I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out
She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass
Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast
But the made it hard to see the road and I drove right past
Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
A late night at work, another tailspin
Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed
I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone"
"No shit, bitch"
I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone
"Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed
I was so mad, that I went sober
With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack
(haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out
That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path
The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback
So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that
Thinking
[Hook:]
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Michael Myers and Superman
[Verse 2:]
I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive
While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station
Barely making it to the pump
I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
To leave him dead, but no, fuck it
I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
I ain't killing in public
It ain't in my budget
The door, I budged it
Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad
I had a reason to go see her now
Other than to lay her down
I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found
I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station
Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient
Movie in the making
So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
Made it harder to see what was in front of me
But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
With a leak in the door
The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore
Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
I mulled over the plot
"When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a [?]lock, with a rope and a sock
Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers
With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!"
When I make it to his knees
While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you
While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
And this is only preview to scene 2!
Take 1
[Hook]
[Screaming]
[Hook]
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
(Psycho motherfucker)
[Verse 1:]
I took my Buck night
Stuck it in my bag
In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class
And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used
The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass
I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out
She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass
Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast
But the made it hard to see the road and I drove right past
Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
A late night at work, another tailspin
Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed
I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone"
"No shit, bitch"
I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone
"Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed
I was so mad, that I went sober
With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack
(haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out
That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path
The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback
So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that
Thinking
[Hook:]
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Michael Myers and Superman
[Verse 2:]
I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive
While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station
Barely making it to the pump
I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
To leave him dead, but no, fuck it
I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
I ain't killing in public
It ain't in my budget
The door, I budged it
Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad
I had a reason to go see her now
Other than to lay her down
I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found
I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station
Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient
Movie in the making
So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
Made it harder to see what was in front of me
But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
With a leak in the door
The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore
Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
I mulled over the plot
"When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a [?]lock, with a rope and a sock
Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers
With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!"
When I make it to his knees
While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you
While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
And this is only preview to scene 2!
Take 1
[Hook]
[Screaming]
[Hook]
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
"Heart Of Dixie" (2012)
- Howdy lyrics - Yelawolf
- Let Me Out lyrics - Yelawolf
- Be The One lyrics - Yelawolf
- Big Nutz lyrics - Yelawolf
- White Boy Shit lyrics - Yelawolf
- Fuck Me lyrics - Yelawolf
- Sobriety Sucks lyrics - Yelawolf
- Father's Day lyrics - Yelawolf
- Wrap Song lyrics - Yelawolf
Howdy lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro:]
On behalf of Alabama I just wanna say
The Heart of Dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ Frank White, my name is Yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
[Verse 1:]
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin’ dime
Like I didn’t wake up in the back of the bus that’s finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers’ co-sign sometimes?
Like Radioactive failed, well livin’ this time
I’m even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I’m one of the best, I’m just lyin’
When my Uncle Buddy call and ask, I say I’m just fine
But I feel like I haven’t made it, Uncle but I’m just tryin’
Or maybe I’m just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winer's Ave, never said “I got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And Jim I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the ends without a license plate
To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape
Yeah, that’s writing on the wall that I can't erase
He’s a friend of mine that are in the line and that I can’t replace
If I’m in the line, he’s in the line, and we both get a play (church)
This ain’t no crew, it’s a family so get it straight (church)
So Father you can tell God to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘Cuz I know some of these people think I’m a certified artist now
But the butterfly’s still above and I’m above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
And it’s been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it’s been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! How you been? Roll Tide! Amen!
The Heart of Dixie’s in this bitch, yeah I’m Dixie rich
But if I don’t have y’all, I ain’t got shit
Gadsden Birmingham, to the cup and all the small towns
Throw it up, it’s that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
‘Cause I might as well be dropped
Back in Gadsden and cuttin’ grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
Before I become complacent on any level that I’m at
Momma will quit drinking and Obama will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that’s fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me drain, it's off
The pain from the mic from the strain it cost
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought, Wolf-pack follow my lane and put chalk
Around suckers dying for change, it's soft
The new South’s got a new house with a frame and a stump
Roots and limbs, the truth’s in him, yeah I’m a grain of salt
Preachers yelling out prophets around Wayne
I refrain, I’m a couch, I’m a chair, I’m a seat
A relief pitcher, or beer in the mouth
I’m a sofa to hold ya, just ride the beat homey, it’s over
Whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, ‘cuz I’m out of my mind
I should have built roads for a livin', cuz I never run out of lines
The Heart of Dixie
On behalf of Alabama I just wanna say
The Heart of Dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ Frank White, my name is Yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
[Verse 1:]
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin’ dime
Like I didn’t wake up in the back of the bus that’s finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers’ co-sign sometimes?
Like Radioactive failed, well livin’ this time
I’m even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I’m one of the best, I’m just lyin’
When my Uncle Buddy call and ask, I say I’m just fine
But I feel like I haven’t made it, Uncle but I’m just tryin’
Or maybe I’m just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winer's Ave, never said “I got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And Jim I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the ends without a license plate
To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape
Yeah, that’s writing on the wall that I can't erase
He’s a friend of mine that are in the line and that I can’t replace
If I’m in the line, he’s in the line, and we both get a play (church)
This ain’t no crew, it’s a family so get it straight (church)
So Father you can tell God to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘Cuz I know some of these people think I’m a certified artist now
But the butterfly’s still above and I’m above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
And it’s been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it’s been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! How you been? Roll Tide! Amen!
The Heart of Dixie’s in this bitch, yeah I’m Dixie rich
But if I don’t have y’all, I ain’t got shit
Gadsden Birmingham, to the cup and all the small towns
Throw it up, it’s that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
‘Cause I might as well be dropped
Back in Gadsden and cuttin’ grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
Before I become complacent on any level that I’m at
Momma will quit drinking and Obama will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that’s fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me drain, it's off
The pain from the mic from the strain it cost
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought, Wolf-pack follow my lane and put chalk
Around suckers dying for change, it's soft
The new South’s got a new house with a frame and a stump
Roots and limbs, the truth’s in him, yeah I’m a grain of salt
Preachers yelling out prophets around Wayne
I refrain, I’m a couch, I’m a chair, I’m a seat
A relief pitcher, or beer in the mouth
I’m a sofa to hold ya, just ride the beat homey, it’s over
Whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, ‘cuz I’m out of my mind
I should have built roads for a livin', cuz I never run out of lines
The Heart of Dixie
Let Me Out lyrics - Yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out [x2]
How ya feeling Billy?
Catfish Billy's feeling good!
And I'm looking around this club like
Man I wish a motherfucker would!
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd!
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Drinking Jack, holding pills
Fuck with my, motor skills
Can't drive, hold the wheel
Hey, somebody come let me out
Call me gay? Can't talk
Homie ya, can't walk
Marijuana, fuck y'all
Hey somebody come let me out
Ain't it beef? Meat racks
Kill em all, big macs
Shady bitch, quick raps
Tell your mama don't worry about ya
She'll be a couple of minutes
She's good to walk around the club with Yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Just a little while mama)
Oh, somebody come let me out (hahaha)
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Alabama, neighborhood
Load it up, wish you would
Big body, grippin' wood
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cadilacs, Chevrolets
Famous, family
Country fresh, all day
Hey, somebody come let me out!
Cocaine, Eric Clapton
Rock n roll, what's happenin'?
These nuts, fuck rappin'!
I ain't vaine, I'm just sayin'
I'm saying something about a motherfucker
Who has been a value to something that I like
You can suck a dick, a lot
Whole bunch, whole bunch of them motherfuckers
Heart of Dixie
Dj Frank White, M16 let's go!
1, 2, 3, 4 hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sittin' in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds! [x2]
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out [x2]
How ya feeling Billy?
Catfish Billy's feeling good!
And I'm looking around this club like
Man I wish a motherfucker would!
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd!
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Drinking Jack, holding pills
Fuck with my, motor skills
Can't drive, hold the wheel
Hey, somebody come let me out
Call me gay? Can't talk
Homie ya, can't walk
Marijuana, fuck y'all
Hey somebody come let me out
Ain't it beef? Meat racks
Kill em all, big macs
Shady bitch, quick raps
Tell your mama don't worry about ya
She'll be a couple of minutes
She's good to walk around the club with Yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Just a little while mama)
Oh, somebody come let me out (hahaha)
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Alabama, neighborhood
Load it up, wish you would
Big body, grippin' wood
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cadilacs, Chevrolets
Famous, family
Country fresh, all day
Hey, somebody come let me out!
Cocaine, Eric Clapton
Rock n roll, what's happenin'?
These nuts, fuck rappin'!
I ain't vaine, I'm just sayin'
I'm saying something about a motherfucker
Who has been a value to something that I like
You can suck a dick, a lot
Whole bunch, whole bunch of them motherfuckers
Heart of Dixie
Dj Frank White, M16 let's go!
1, 2, 3, 4 hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sittin' in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds! [x2]
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Be The One lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro: Yelawolf]
I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
We controlling the minds of all of you
Shady, the evil empire
Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
You got me, fuck y'all
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
Some think I'm Illuminati 'cause I'm a light in the dark
Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
With Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Budden and Joell
But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
I see the storm, let the boat sail
And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
They see God in me 'cause I know Hell
They see the criminal inside of me probably 'cause I broke jail
But my soul is not on wholesale
And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
No? Well look
[Hook:]
If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some fun
'Cause I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
'Cause all that dumb shit that I've done, built me up to make me the one
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the.45
Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
Stickin' bitches off with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
Well I guess it's my turn to play
The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
No way, are you serious?
Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to my show
But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
You would see all the versatility on the front row
I convert, revert people to desert
People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
And if you're violent enough, anybody doubtin'
They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
So look
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
Some people think that I'm trash, some people shout and they scream
Don't bother me, I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
'Cause I'll be making this movie and you're just making a scene, check it
Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
And that's important
And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in storage
I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
'Cause I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
When the government picked away at every penny that I made
I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin' don't get me paid
But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
I'll be the one you can hate
But
[Hook]
[Outro: Yelawolf]
I ain't mad motherfucker
It's that new church, I be pastor
What's up Wolf pack? Secret sermon started
Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables
I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
We controlling the minds of all of you
Shady, the evil empire
Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
You got me, fuck y'all
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
Some think I'm Illuminati 'cause I'm a light in the dark
Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
With Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Budden and Joell
But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
I see the storm, let the boat sail
And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
They see God in me 'cause I know Hell
They see the criminal inside of me probably 'cause I broke jail
But my soul is not on wholesale
And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
No? Well look
[Hook:]
If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some fun
'Cause I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
'Cause all that dumb shit that I've done, built me up to make me the one
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the.45
Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
Stickin' bitches off with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
Well I guess it's my turn to play
The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
No way, are you serious?
Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to my show
But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
You would see all the versatility on the front row
I convert, revert people to desert
People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
And if you're violent enough, anybody doubtin'
They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
So look
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
Some people think that I'm trash, some people shout and they scream
Don't bother me, I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
'Cause I'll be making this movie and you're just making a scene, check it
Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
And that's important
And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in storage
I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
'Cause I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
When the government picked away at every penny that I made
I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin' don't get me paid
But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
I'll be the one you can hate
But
[Hook]
[Outro: Yelawolf]
I ain't mad motherfucker
It's that new church, I be pastor
What's up Wolf pack? Secret sermon started
Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables
Big Nutz lyrics - Yelawolf
I got nuts on the mic
You can hear it in stereo
See 'em in 'Bama from mother fuckin Ontario
Bitch threw a cherio balancing from a swingin rope
There he goes Catfish Billy, make 'em go hysterical
Just got 'em dizzy and feelin giddy like merry go
Rounds with a pound of the cabbage packin in every show
Suddenly I sound like a savage habbits can't let 'em go
You ain't a big foot, you just a yeti clothes.
Bet your mumma smokin newports with her hair in rolls
Spaghetti's ready rockin jellies with the (heritos)?
Ain't you a gumma star, bet you got a pair of those
But these nutz are big oh man and there's no comparin' those
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
Some people wanna rise when people talk shit I get so frustrated
Everybody things that I got rich and I walk around like I'm fuckin made
Pull out the alcohol lookin for it in a few makin feel subjugated
Askin me about a rap beat? who? what? when? where? why? was my lady?
Want me to snap out snap quick bitch go grab Jack, I'm fuckin crazy
If I gotta get go man I'm a make a grown feel like such a baby
If you get too close then I'm a have to back you up cause I'm suffocating
Feel safe runnin that mouth cause I got crowd when I'm out in public place
Say Yelawolf, what's the lates? Ain't shit up in the gas pipe
But I'm still livin the fast life in my own name and I'm doin aight
Fuckin A!
If it's a game, then I'm in the game and I'm a and I'm in the front pine
Cause I love to play!
Dudes I'm fuckin' paid and I know you love to hate me biiiiitch
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family
I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
You can hear it in stereo
See 'em in 'Bama from mother fuckin Ontario
Bitch threw a cherio balancing from a swingin rope
There he goes Catfish Billy, make 'em go hysterical
Just got 'em dizzy and feelin giddy like merry go
Rounds with a pound of the cabbage packin in every show
Suddenly I sound like a savage habbits can't let 'em go
You ain't a big foot, you just a yeti clothes.
Bet your mumma smokin newports with her hair in rolls
Spaghetti's ready rockin jellies with the (heritos)?
Ain't you a gumma star, bet you got a pair of those
But these nutz are big oh man and there's no comparin' those
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
Some people wanna rise when people talk shit I get so frustrated
Everybody things that I got rich and I walk around like I'm fuckin made
Pull out the alcohol lookin for it in a few makin feel subjugated
Askin me about a rap beat? who? what? when? where? why? was my lady?
Want me to snap out snap quick bitch go grab Jack, I'm fuckin crazy
If I gotta get go man I'm a make a grown feel like such a baby
If you get too close then I'm a have to back you up cause I'm suffocating
Feel safe runnin that mouth cause I got crowd when I'm out in public place
Say Yelawolf, what's the lates? Ain't shit up in the gas pipe
But I'm still livin the fast life in my own name and I'm doin aight
Fuckin A!
If it's a game, then I'm in the game and I'm a and I'm in the front pine
Cause I love to play!
Dudes I'm fuckin' paid and I know you love to hate me biiiiitch
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family
I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
White Boy Shit lyrics - Yelawolf
[Hook:]
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit
[Verse 1:]
Candy bars, special K
Seeing stars in the middle of the day
Dude where is my car? Chevrolet
If I snap, the cops'll have to bring the pepper spray
Took a 5th of Jim Beam to the face
No sweat, no chase
Party like a white boy, yeah I heard 'em say
Put your money where your mouth is, take a drink
Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan, Jäger bombs, still pourin'
Man this motherfuckin' club shit is so borin'
I need a dive bar bitch
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
At least that's what I've been told
Smokin' rezin out of rolled up tin foil
Everybody saying I'm a weirdo
With the semi-automatic in my trench coat
Suburbs, Honda Civic
Paper hits of acid, I did it
Quarter pound in my locker and a hundred tabs
I was trippin' balls in every class
Hippies wearin' tie-dye t-shirts
Sellin' brownies at a fuckin' fish concert
Juggalos, Tech Nino, Wolf Pack, Shady van
Ay man
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Fuck with the cops just to run
Get bored, make a pipe bomb
Friday nights, havin' fun
Is getting' drunk and shit and playin' with the loaded gun
My country's no country for an old man
I got a mullet-hawk, a black girlfriend
Tattoos to my feet and back up again
Half Pearl Jam, half Eminem
If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?
Fuck yeah, butt naked too
'Cause I'm a jackass, forever 21
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit
[Verse 1:]
Candy bars, special K
Seeing stars in the middle of the day
Dude where is my car? Chevrolet
If I snap, the cops'll have to bring the pepper spray
Took a 5th of Jim Beam to the face
No sweat, no chase
Party like a white boy, yeah I heard 'em say
Put your money where your mouth is, take a drink
Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan, Jäger bombs, still pourin'
Man this motherfuckin' club shit is so borin'
I need a dive bar bitch
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
At least that's what I've been told
Smokin' rezin out of rolled up tin foil
Everybody saying I'm a weirdo
With the semi-automatic in my trench coat
Suburbs, Honda Civic
Paper hits of acid, I did it
Quarter pound in my locker and a hundred tabs
I was trippin' balls in every class
Hippies wearin' tie-dye t-shirts
Sellin' brownies at a fuckin' fish concert
Juggalos, Tech Nino, Wolf Pack, Shady van
Ay man
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Fuck with the cops just to run
Get bored, make a pipe bomb
Friday nights, havin' fun
Is getting' drunk and shit and playin' with the loaded gun
My country's no country for an old man
I got a mullet-hawk, a black girlfriend
Tattoos to my feet and back up again
Half Pearl Jam, half Eminem
If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?
Fuck yeah, butt naked too
'Cause I'm a jackass, forever 21
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
Fuck Me lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro]
You know forgiving somebody
Is probably the hardest thing you can do in the world
Forgiving somebody for fuckin’ you up
Fuckin’ up your heart
But I ain’t gonna lie man
Asking for forgiveness, shit, is hard too
[Verse 1]
I don’t know why you treat me just like a scumbag
When these bitches ain’t shit to me but an autograph
I thought we were bigger than that, I thought we were vast
But you just think that I’m an Alabama piece of trash
Just like my dad I’m lookin’ for a piece of ass
Motel 6 so bitch get a piece and dash
All these problems add up, like I need the math
But I’d rather divide if it equals bad
Multiplied the dividend until it feel trapped
Plus you never impressed much minus the bags
I never knew Chanel before I knew you
I knew Wal-Mart and Dickies suits
But if it made you happy I would shop and go
So you could feel all the class of Kennedy’s Jackie O
Remember when Bob said you were out of my league
I just couldn’t believe it I just couldn’t conceive
I should have jumped from that fuckin’ boat or maybe put a blade to my throat
‘Cuz I can never be the one you need, be the man of your dreams
I’m a fuckin’ nightmare, a prisoner of the scene
So maybe you need somebody who doesn’t believe in dreams
Or maybe you hate yourself as much as I hate me
[Hook]
I told you that I would do anything
Sometimes I don’t know how you can complain
Fuck me, I just feel like it’s fuck me
Well fuck me then
Lovin’ you, something that would never change
Every day in that I still feel the same
Fuck you, that’s all they ever wanna do
All they ever wanna do is fuck you
[Bridge]
But if I catch you in the street with another man
Holdin’ his hand, I'mma fuck him up
I ain’t never had nobody like you
I don’t know what to do with myself
I feel like maybe I should give it up
But I can’t, I’m so in love with you that I can’t see further than right now
And right now I need to fill my cup
Drink my pain away again to weigh up to needin’ you
Like I never needed anything but this relationship
Relationship… Fuck
[Verse 2]
You either let the past go and let us grow
Or let us not and let it stop, you gotta help me know
I put this ink in my own blood, give a fuck about who sees
What do I got to lose but my own soul?
No one loves you like I do and no one ever will
I said you was the coolest, but you need to chill
‘Cuz if you leave me lyin’ hurt from some lyin’ jerk
I'mma bring my iron to the church like Kill Bill
And fuck up somebody for my baby
Fuck up somebody for my baby
Everybody’s lyin’, the preacher, the bride's maidens
‘Cuz none of you motherfuckers can live up to my lady
Why can’t you see that I’m not shady?
I wouldn’t fuck around on you, never no baby
What I was is what I was so just maybe
You will stop worryin’ about what I do lately
[Hook]
[Outro]
I told you that I was ride or die
Believe it
You know forgiving somebody
Is probably the hardest thing you can do in the world
Forgiving somebody for fuckin’ you up
Fuckin’ up your heart
But I ain’t gonna lie man
Asking for forgiveness, shit, is hard too
[Verse 1]
I don’t know why you treat me just like a scumbag
When these bitches ain’t shit to me but an autograph
I thought we were bigger than that, I thought we were vast
But you just think that I’m an Alabama piece of trash
Just like my dad I’m lookin’ for a piece of ass
Motel 6 so bitch get a piece and dash
All these problems add up, like I need the math
But I’d rather divide if it equals bad
Multiplied the dividend until it feel trapped
Plus you never impressed much minus the bags
I never knew Chanel before I knew you
I knew Wal-Mart and Dickies suits
But if it made you happy I would shop and go
So you could feel all the class of Kennedy’s Jackie O
Remember when Bob said you were out of my league
I just couldn’t believe it I just couldn’t conceive
I should have jumped from that fuckin’ boat or maybe put a blade to my throat
‘Cuz I can never be the one you need, be the man of your dreams
I’m a fuckin’ nightmare, a prisoner of the scene
So maybe you need somebody who doesn’t believe in dreams
Or maybe you hate yourself as much as I hate me
[Hook]
I told you that I would do anything
Sometimes I don’t know how you can complain
Fuck me, I just feel like it’s fuck me
Well fuck me then
Lovin’ you, something that would never change
Every day in that I still feel the same
Fuck you, that’s all they ever wanna do
All they ever wanna do is fuck you
[Bridge]
But if I catch you in the street with another man
Holdin’ his hand, I'mma fuck him up
I ain’t never had nobody like you
I don’t know what to do with myself
I feel like maybe I should give it up
But I can’t, I’m so in love with you that I can’t see further than right now
And right now I need to fill my cup
Drink my pain away again to weigh up to needin’ you
Like I never needed anything but this relationship
Relationship… Fuck
[Verse 2]
You either let the past go and let us grow
Or let us not and let it stop, you gotta help me know
I put this ink in my own blood, give a fuck about who sees
What do I got to lose but my own soul?
No one loves you like I do and no one ever will
I said you was the coolest, but you need to chill
‘Cuz if you leave me lyin’ hurt from some lyin’ jerk
I'mma bring my iron to the church like Kill Bill
And fuck up somebody for my baby
Fuck up somebody for my baby
Everybody’s lyin’, the preacher, the bride's maidens
‘Cuz none of you motherfuckers can live up to my lady
Why can’t you see that I’m not shady?
I wouldn’t fuck around on you, never no baby
What I was is what I was so just maybe
You will stop worryin’ about what I do lately
[Hook]
[Outro]
I told you that I was ride or die
Believe it
Sobriety Sucks lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro]
I don’t know what the fuck I did with my wallet, where’d it go?
Hey mate can I get it into the phone to call my people ‘cuz I lost my phone too?
I don’t think that’s him, what you ask for?
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three let’s go
[Hook]
Eeey! I’m the life of the party
Eeey! Look what I just started
Eeey! How you doin’, what’s up?
Now everybody raise your cups and sing
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Man I never wanna grow up
Sobriety sucks
[Verse 1]
People think it so cool to see me drink all this Jack
Man I don’t know what I started, sometimes I think it’s so whack
They give me shot after shot after shot and shot after that
Want me to lose it, asked to be in front of people and rap
Okay it’s all fun and games until I buckle and snap
I know you know who I am, you’re a fan of these raps
But I’m not in the mood for you to ask for it autographed
Look at your hand and I laugh when you reach out for a dap
Because I’d rather be rude than cool, matter of fact
Man I’m just lookin’ to fight, that’s why some people get slapped
I don’t mean to be mean, just seein’ my inner demons
So be aware when I sluggish be muggin’, drunked up and leanin’
Because you thinkin’
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Someone go buy me some help, if I don’t drink I can’t sleep
Passed out in all of my clothes, my shoes are still on my feet
I go to bed around 2 and wake up a quarter passed 3
Go to the bathroom and throw back up everything that I eat
My body’s so overworked I look in mirrors and weep
Feel like I’m 50 years old, look like I’m restin’ in peace
I’m a ghost, I’m a zombie, my brain is grilled as salami
Just this achein’, I’m shakin’, I kinda feel like my mommy
Couldn’t tell me to quit, ‘cuz I don’t listen to shit
‘Cuz afternoon around 6, I twist the cap on the 5th
And that’s just to keep from bendin’ like I’m ‘bout to be sick
From all this stress and anxiety of celebrity shit
I’m suicidal as fuck, I’m dyin’ slow in my cup
I hear this shit way too much; “Michael you’ve had enough”
My baby’s tryin’ to save me but I just scream and I cuss
I’m usin’ her like a crutch, baby sobriety sucks
[Hook]
I don’t know what the fuck I did with my wallet, where’d it go?
Hey mate can I get it into the phone to call my people ‘cuz I lost my phone too?
I don’t think that’s him, what you ask for?
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three let’s go
[Hook]
Eeey! I’m the life of the party
Eeey! Look what I just started
Eeey! How you doin’, what’s up?
Now everybody raise your cups and sing
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Man I never wanna grow up
Sobriety sucks
[Verse 1]
People think it so cool to see me drink all this Jack
Man I don’t know what I started, sometimes I think it’s so whack
They give me shot after shot after shot and shot after that
Want me to lose it, asked to be in front of people and rap
Okay it’s all fun and games until I buckle and snap
I know you know who I am, you’re a fan of these raps
But I’m not in the mood for you to ask for it autographed
Look at your hand and I laugh when you reach out for a dap
Because I’d rather be rude than cool, matter of fact
Man I’m just lookin’ to fight, that’s why some people get slapped
I don’t mean to be mean, just seein’ my inner demons
So be aware when I sluggish be muggin’, drunked up and leanin’
Because you thinkin’
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Someone go buy me some help, if I don’t drink I can’t sleep
Passed out in all of my clothes, my shoes are still on my feet
I go to bed around 2 and wake up a quarter passed 3
Go to the bathroom and throw back up everything that I eat
My body’s so overworked I look in mirrors and weep
Feel like I’m 50 years old, look like I’m restin’ in peace
I’m a ghost, I’m a zombie, my brain is grilled as salami
Just this achein’, I’m shakin’, I kinda feel like my mommy
Couldn’t tell me to quit, ‘cuz I don’t listen to shit
‘Cuz afternoon around 6, I twist the cap on the 5th
And that’s just to keep from bendin’ like I’m ‘bout to be sick
From all this stress and anxiety of celebrity shit
I’m suicidal as fuck, I’m dyin’ slow in my cup
I hear this shit way too much; “Michael you’ve had enough”
My baby’s tryin’ to save me but I just scream and I cuss
I’m usin’ her like a crutch, baby sobriety sucks
[Hook]
Father's Day lyrics - Yelawolf
[Spoken intro:]
I just thought it was appropriate to, uh
Just to give a shout out, or show my appreciation to all the fathers
Cause I hear a lot of rappers say or brag about not having kids but
Guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out to all the daddies
You know the real daddies, taking care of shit
[Verse 1:]
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees, b-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJs with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Always working, daddy's gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flipping in the fuckin kitchen
Just to get that check 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 month's break
For the d-boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing crime
But you was only tryna put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that's how we raised
And to the men feeding a friend's child
When that friend has passed away
I've got to say
[Spoken:]
Yeah, to all my closest friends
And all the father figures in my life
You know I really, I just wanna say thank you
Yo, for real
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
[Verse 2:]
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain't never had a second to forgive my dad
I can't help but to believe in myself
It's not really a choice but a matter of being a real dad
When I came to the world I knew I had a talent
But I never would imagine I would be a young dad
And I grew up like weed overnight, through the 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 dad
If you can walk away from a million bucks then you never gave a fuck
You a dumb fuck, dad
To look up and see a man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a muthafuckin' daddy
So why did he push you, and teach you how to fight
If you didn't fight, fuckin right, that's a good dad
Gotta take a second now show love to the trailer park apartment hood dads
A man who ain't got a lot but in a minute he would drop it all
Do anything he could do daddy
Jesus, when I go to see every baby mama who never had a real dad
Don't take it out in the baby or maybe even the man when he's only tryna become
A real daddy
[Spoken:]
... cause it ain't easy
But it's a blessing man
Makes you work hard
To all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
I just thought it was appropriate to, uh
Just to give a shout out, or show my appreciation to all the fathers
Cause I hear a lot of rappers say or brag about not having kids but
Guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out to all the daddies
You know the real daddies, taking care of shit
[Verse 1:]
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees, b-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJs with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Always working, daddy's gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flipping in the fuckin kitchen
Just to get that check 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 month's break
For the d-boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing crime
But you was only tryna put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that's how we raised
And to the men feeding a friend's child
When that friend has passed away
I've got to say
[Spoken:]
Yeah, to all my closest friends
And all the father figures in my life
You know I really, I just wanna say thank you
Yo, for real
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
[Verse 2:]
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain't never had a second to forgive my dad
I can't help but to believe in myself
It's not really a choice but a matter of being a real dad
When I came to the world I knew I had a talent
But I never would imagine I would be a young dad
And I grew up like weed overnight, through the 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 dad
If you can walk away from a million bucks then you never gave a fuck
You a dumb fuck, dad
To look up and see a man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a muthafuckin' daddy
So why did he push you, and teach you how to fight
If you didn't fight, fuckin right, that's a good dad
Gotta take a second now show love to the trailer park apartment hood dads
A man who ain't got a lot but in a minute he would drop it all
Do anything he could do daddy
Jesus, when I go to see every baby mama who never had a real dad
Don't take it out in the baby or maybe even the man when he's only tryna become
A real daddy
[Spoken:]
... cause it ain't easy
But it's a blessing man
Makes you work hard
To all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
Wrap Song lyrics - Yelawolf
Got a pocket full of pills, calm my mutherfuckin' nerves
Heart of Dixie in this bitch
Yeah
I would say that I was rocking with the best
But I'm not much into stating the obvious
My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West
Wouldn't know what to do with a fucking Louis Vuitton vest
Guess I would throw that bitch in the ditch with the rest
Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous
Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check?
You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm?
Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease
Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police
Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me
I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater
Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown
Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic
Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing
Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly
Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk
Line em up like a bunch of white bitches
Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens
Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors
Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era
Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror
Spine chilling cold south soul shit
Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up
Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab
Mutherfucker what you scared of?
Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove
I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper
A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up
When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain
It's the reflection of a kings glare off the pain
Ain't a white boy had this much soul
Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost
And that was just a movie that was wrote
So uh... if you do be in that boat
I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow
Cause I'm the fucking bum who asked for change when you said no
With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go
Facing that shit is hard as fuck to do huh?
No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah
Fans world wide in the stands hoorah
Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4
Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye, fuck you, kamasutra
Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie
And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies
Hope you have the rest of my collection
If you don't then get me now
Heart of Dixie in this bitch
Yeah
I would say that I was rocking with the best
But I'm not much into stating the obvious
My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West
Wouldn't know what to do with a fucking Louis Vuitton vest
Guess I would throw that bitch in the ditch with the rest
Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous
Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check?
You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm?
Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease
Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police
Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me
I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater
Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown
Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic
Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing
Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly
Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk
Line em up like a bunch of white bitches
Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens
Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors
Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era
Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror
Spine chilling cold south soul shit
Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up
Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab
Mutherfucker what you scared of?
Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove
I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper
A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up
When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain
It's the reflection of a kings glare off the pain
Ain't a white boy had this much soul
Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost
And that was just a movie that was wrote
So uh... if you do be in that boat
I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow
Cause I'm the fucking bum who asked for change when you said no
With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go
Facing that shit is hard as fuck to do huh?
No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah
Fans world wide in the stands hoorah
Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4
Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye, fuck you, kamasutra
Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie
And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies
Hope you have the rest of my collection
If you don't then get me now
"Radioactive" (2011)
- Radioactive (Intro) lyrics - Yelawolf
- Get Away lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Shawty Fatt & Mystikal)
- Let's Roll lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Kid Rock)
- Hard White (Up In The Club) lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Lil Jon)
- Growin Up In The Gutter lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rittz)
- Throw It Up lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem & Gangsta Boo)
- Good Girl lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Poo Bear)
- Made In The U.S.A lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Priscilla Renea)
- Animal lyrics - yelawolf (feat. Fefe Dobson)
- The Hardest Love Song In The World lyrics - Yelawolf
- Write Your Name lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Mona Moua)
- Everything I Love The Most lyrics - Yelawolf
- Radio lyrics - Yelawolf
- Slumerican Shitizen lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Killer Mike)
- The Last Song lyrics - Yelawolf
- Whip It lyrics - Yelawolf
- I See You lyrics - Yelawolf
- In This World lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem)
Radioactive (Intro) lyrics - Yelawolf
[Robot:]
The United States Army has issued a warning
Three nuclear bombs have been launched from North Korea and will hit
Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York City, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Please get to an underground shelter or a fallout shelter immediately
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. eastern standard time
[Yelawolf:]
I am, I am the American Eagle, eyes of a sparrow,
Right hand branch, left hand arrow
Chasing a dollar, in an Impala
White trash heart-throb, mellow yellow
Drinkin' hard liquor, broads get on my level
I'm hotter than the bottom side of of a whistlin' kettle
They threw a mountain at me, I got hit with a pebble
They sent me to hell and I shit on the devil
Tried to bury my Chevy box but I won’t buckle
Hey that's a deep hole bitch, bring a long shovel
I'm long gone, I'm grown-up and I'm gonna cut you
With a chrome blade if you wanna play then homes fuck you!
Fuck you til you can't take a shit,
Yea I'ma fuck everybody tsunami, better anchor the ship
And aim for the ankles and wrists, I came for the dangerous shit
I claim to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that I grip
Slain from the pain of a trip it took to see Wayne in a whip
I became what I came to get the change for the change
I give a quarter for your thoughts, pre'ciate the contribution
Slumerican, I depreciate the Constitution
Alleviate the crew when I leave a page in ruins
To each his own I guess I own each and every room in
The house I built is full of hopes no "ifs"
So I stand with a giant like a king, no stilts
If I'm generation X I'm selling X no pills
Dope man choppin' up lines ya don't sniff - You read 'em
I'm bringin' back booklets and hook-less lyrics
So you can be certain just in case you didn't hear it
The "what he say's", "come again's", "what is that"
Come to Earth, touchdown! I might be your running back
Because you hollered "run it back"
Stay cool enough to wear toboggan's as a summer hat
Steady on the drum I rap, hope there's no one under that
Rock that I roll mosh-pit thow'd,
Girls on ya shoulders get topless at the shows
Fuck your mop and glow, can't mop a dirt road
It only makes mud, raised around deer I know how to chase bucks
Baby sitter 16 taught me how to make fuck... at 7
I been raising hell so I can make it to heaven
Pick up a 2 liter but I only need the plastic
Know how to make bombs with aluminum and acid
Butterfly effect of a hurricane's magic
Tornado path in the rear view mirror of my 87 classic
I'm talkin' bout Gadsden,
Look mama no hands, I'm radioactive!
The United States Army has issued a warning
Three nuclear bombs have been launched from North Korea and will hit
Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York City, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Please get to an underground shelter or a fallout shelter immediately
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. eastern standard time
[Yelawolf:]
I am, I am the American Eagle, eyes of a sparrow,
Right hand branch, left hand arrow
Chasing a dollar, in an Impala
White trash heart-throb, mellow yellow
Drinkin' hard liquor, broads get on my level
I'm hotter than the bottom side of of a whistlin' kettle
They threw a mountain at me, I got hit with a pebble
They sent me to hell and I shit on the devil
Tried to bury my Chevy box but I won’t buckle
Hey that's a deep hole bitch, bring a long shovel
I'm long gone, I'm grown-up and I'm gonna cut you
With a chrome blade if you wanna play then homes fuck you!
Fuck you til you can't take a shit,
Yea I'ma fuck everybody tsunami, better anchor the ship
And aim for the ankles and wrists, I came for the dangerous shit
I claim to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that I grip
Slain from the pain of a trip it took to see Wayne in a whip
I became what I came to get the change for the change
I give a quarter for your thoughts, pre'ciate the contribution
Slumerican, I depreciate the Constitution
Alleviate the crew when I leave a page in ruins
To each his own I guess I own each and every room in
The house I built is full of hopes no "ifs"
So I stand with a giant like a king, no stilts
If I'm generation X I'm selling X no pills
Dope man choppin' up lines ya don't sniff - You read 'em
I'm bringin' back booklets and hook-less lyrics
So you can be certain just in case you didn't hear it
The "what he say's", "come again's", "what is that"
Come to Earth, touchdown! I might be your running back
Because you hollered "run it back"
Stay cool enough to wear toboggan's as a summer hat
Steady on the drum I rap, hope there's no one under that
Rock that I roll mosh-pit thow'd,
Girls on ya shoulders get topless at the shows
Fuck your mop and glow, can't mop a dirt road
It only makes mud, raised around deer I know how to chase bucks
Baby sitter 16 taught me how to make fuck... at 7
I been raising hell so I can make it to heaven
Pick up a 2 liter but I only need the plastic
Know how to make bombs with aluminum and acid
Butterfly effect of a hurricane's magic
Tornado path in the rear view mirror of my 87 classic
I'm talkin' bout Gadsden,
Look mama no hands, I'm radioactive!
Get Away lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Shawty Fatt & Mystikal)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
(Yeah)
Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods
And let it ring into the night and break a bottle with a bullet
Yes I’m ‘bout it mutherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I’m liable just to take a Chevrolet
And run it through the mud for giggles (huh)
What a son of a bitch my mama raised into a rapper
Who could tell a story like my uncle when he’s drinking
Product of a working environment
Fuck is y’all thinking?
Meaning, I’m working, working harder than any artist could ever do,
It’s simply cause I’m made that way
I’ll build a house around your ass before you could realize
You’re in a neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it
Tell ‘em I’m an Alabama wannabe, I’ll be that!
I’ll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you
From a muthafuckin beanbag, I need that!
[Hook]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof or the broken Chevrolet
Talk til there’s nothing left to say
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon’ have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gone have to get away from me, load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you’ll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me
[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Man, I done been through it all
I done been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
Without a probable cause, cause a nigga sittin’ tall
"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt.
On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"
Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair
Got me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. "Dumb fat!"
Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell
Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall
Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies.
Long as I got Catfish on my side,
Bitch I’m headed up, up, up to the sky
Roll up, let’s get high, wave at ‘em bye I need that!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin’ em out
Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house
Then put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in
Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch
Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enough
Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up wit’ me
The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world
Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with me
If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin’ business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win!
Not a nan’ ‘nother nigga outta there can compare
To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales
In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs
I need that!
[Hook]
(Yeah)
Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods
And let it ring into the night and break a bottle with a bullet
Yes I’m ‘bout it mutherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I’m liable just to take a Chevrolet
And run it through the mud for giggles (huh)
What a son of a bitch my mama raised into a rapper
Who could tell a story like my uncle when he’s drinking
Product of a working environment
Fuck is y’all thinking?
Meaning, I’m working, working harder than any artist could ever do,
It’s simply cause I’m made that way
I’ll build a house around your ass before you could realize
You’re in a neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it
Tell ‘em I’m an Alabama wannabe, I’ll be that!
I’ll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you
From a muthafuckin beanbag, I need that!
[Hook]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof or the broken Chevrolet
Talk til there’s nothing left to say
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon’ have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gone have to get away from me, load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you’ll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me
[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Man, I done been through it all
I done been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
Without a probable cause, cause a nigga sittin’ tall
"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt.
On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"
Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair
Got me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. "Dumb fat!"
Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell
Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall
Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies.
Long as I got Catfish on my side,
Bitch I’m headed up, up, up to the sky
Roll up, let’s get high, wave at ‘em bye I need that!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin’ em out
Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house
Then put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in
Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch
Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enough
Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up wit’ me
The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world
Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with me
If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin’ business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win!
Not a nan’ ‘nother nigga outta there can compare
To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales
In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs
I need that!
[Hook]
Let's Roll lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Kid Rock)
[Hook]
Yeah, I’m throwed off,
It ain’t about the money
I’ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain’t got a whole lot
But I’ma show it off
Better recognize game
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall
Country folks all around
How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box ‘88
And the dope boys’ hotter than Hell’s gate, but I,
Still in the shade, with a fold out chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A–B-A-M-A,
I’m off, I might pee in a lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me a case
Yeah, I’m bringing a case, I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z-71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk
With a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat
Yea buddy might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Spit to you in my overalls
Home of the Gummo
Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That Dixie cups gonna fall out of the console
You don't wanna have a convo
And not understand that ‘Bama slanguage like
"Holler" and "ain’t it", but I come to paint
So you won’t get throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I’m just a kid that rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a 22 in a shoe box
Now I bang Beretta
She’s twenty-two but I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all
Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like
How the fuck did I get a catalog
With more hits than a fuckin’ jack hammer dog
Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m goin’ off and I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
Yeah, I’m throwed off,
It ain’t about the money
I’ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain’t got a whole lot
But I’ma show it off
Better recognize game
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall
Country folks all around
How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box ‘88
And the dope boys’ hotter than Hell’s gate, but I,
Still in the shade, with a fold out chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A–B-A-M-A,
I’m off, I might pee in a lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me a case
Yeah, I’m bringing a case, I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z-71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk
With a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat
Yea buddy might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Spit to you in my overalls
Home of the Gummo
Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That Dixie cups gonna fall out of the console
You don't wanna have a convo
And not understand that ‘Bama slanguage like
"Holler" and "ain’t it", but I come to paint
So you won’t get throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I’m just a kid that rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a 22 in a shoe box
Now I bang Beretta
She’s twenty-two but I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all
Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like
How the fuck did I get a catalog
With more hits than a fuckin’ jack hammer dog
Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m goin’ off and I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
Hard White (Up In The Club) lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Lil Jon)
[Intro]
It’s your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me,
What’s up Yela, you know it’s time to crank the club up again.
[Verse 1]
Yea, you ain't gotta lay down your back to know you already fucked up
Letting me in the motherfucking game is like letting me drunk drive in your truck.
When Yelawolf arrived in this club I already had 5 in my cup,
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that’s looking lifeless and stuck,
Baby what’s wrong with you now, what you ain’t happy with red bottoms,
Mad cause I’m in VIP with a fucking Jack bottle, with Tom, Dick, and Harry;
But I got up in this bitch with a tank top, cuz I spit so very.
Dumb quick and scary.
That’s why they so quick to compare me.
But fuck the critics, with a spike dick, when it can fit barely.
They probably think I’m a limp biscuit that spits jelly.
But I put them in the woods, I’m a redneck. I’m a hick tell me, go ahead.
What the fuck does it matter to me,
Cuz after me they'll only be wannabe’s, and mostly ain’t never gonna be’s.
Yea, in this forest I’m a lonely tree,
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots they run deep I'm
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens,
That’s a win, win situation
Happy Birthday, I’m feeling brand new
Drinks on me, for me not you.
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.
[Verse 2]
I don’t know what to say after that first verse,
I mean like damn I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow
I done already milked it.
Smoke another cigarette unfiltered, let go of anything that I’m feeling.
They done broke me down so many times before that I’m no longer rapping
I’m building with one brick, two brick, three brick, four.
Underneath the steps of my singlewide door.
Raised by them dope boys so I know how them thangs look,
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace Wayne Bush.
I don’t cut my shit. I don’t break it down
For you motherfuckers out there waiting around for some rap savior,
You better look up at what it is that you’re facing now,
Cuz Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada,
If God was one of us, he’d probably drink Vodka.
I still kick at the party when I get rich,
Cuz rich or broke, I’m still as dope.
The realist ain’t as real as this.
Dead or alive I put a stamp in this bitch,
You’ll never see rock n’ roll do hip hop like I did I’m
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens
That’s a win, win situation.
Happy birthday, I’m feeling brand new,
Drinks on me, for me, not you.
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fick,
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club still don’t give a fuck.
Yeah, yeah we don’t give a fuck.
It’s Ghet-O-Vision, Shady
Still don’t give a fuck, naw your boy Lil Jon, we rep the south!
Happy Birthday, Alabama!
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck!
Up in the club still don’t give a fuck!
I ain’t in the building I own the building bitch!
It’s your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me,
What’s up Yela, you know it’s time to crank the club up again.
[Verse 1]
Yea, you ain't gotta lay down your back to know you already fucked up
Letting me in the motherfucking game is like letting me drunk drive in your truck.
When Yelawolf arrived in this club I already had 5 in my cup,
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that’s looking lifeless and stuck,
Baby what’s wrong with you now, what you ain’t happy with red bottoms,
Mad cause I’m in VIP with a fucking Jack bottle, with Tom, Dick, and Harry;
But I got up in this bitch with a tank top, cuz I spit so very.
Dumb quick and scary.
That’s why they so quick to compare me.
But fuck the critics, with a spike dick, when it can fit barely.
They probably think I’m a limp biscuit that spits jelly.
But I put them in the woods, I’m a redneck. I’m a hick tell me, go ahead.
What the fuck does it matter to me,
Cuz after me they'll only be wannabe’s, and mostly ain’t never gonna be’s.
Yea, in this forest I’m a lonely tree,
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots they run deep I'm
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens,
That’s a win, win situation
Happy Birthday, I’m feeling brand new
Drinks on me, for me not you.
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.
[Verse 2]
I don’t know what to say after that first verse,
I mean like damn I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow
I done already milked it.
Smoke another cigarette unfiltered, let go of anything that I’m feeling.
They done broke me down so many times before that I’m no longer rapping
I’m building with one brick, two brick, three brick, four.
Underneath the steps of my singlewide door.
Raised by them dope boys so I know how them thangs look,
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace Wayne Bush.
I don’t cut my shit. I don’t break it down
For you motherfuckers out there waiting around for some rap savior,
You better look up at what it is that you’re facing now,
Cuz Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada,
If God was one of us, he’d probably drink Vodka.
I still kick at the party when I get rich,
Cuz rich or broke, I’m still as dope.
The realist ain’t as real as this.
Dead or alive I put a stamp in this bitch,
You’ll never see rock n’ roll do hip hop like I did I’m
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens
That’s a win, win situation.
Happy birthday, I’m feeling brand new,
Drinks on me, for me, not you.
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fick,
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club still don’t give a fuck.
Yeah, yeah we don’t give a fuck.
It’s Ghet-O-Vision, Shady
Still don’t give a fuck, naw your boy Lil Jon, we rep the south!
Happy Birthday, Alabama!
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck!
Up in the club still don’t give a fuck!
I ain’t in the building I own the building bitch!
Growin Up In The Gutter lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rittz)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit it's not a dream
She thought to herself what is happening?
Above her head is a crucifix
But Lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your loving mother?
Under the covers, under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered...
[Hook:]
Growin' up in the gutter
No more, fairy tales, and so
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter
Black and white, in a frame
There we are, safe and sound
Stray guns, no aim, yea!
Growin' up in the gutter!
[Verse 2: Rittz]
(And you ain't gotta be from the projects
To deal with this nonsense Rittz)
Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin leave your body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug dealers
Most of them get shot in the process
Hustlin and stackin up profits
They robbin mutherfuckas like they havin a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low
She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a Glock and a mask
Kicked in his door laid him down
Then he shot him and dashed
Ran off with all that he had
He used to be ballin now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that
Middle class white bitch slangin her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells and then the blood clot fails
There ain't no healin the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth
My lyrics are proof
Of growin up in the gutta
[Yelawolf:]
You think you can define how hard you got it?!
By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker
Wake up in the gutter!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Slumerican indeed, I am
Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am
Was child who was beat, I am
Leather belts that made me, I am
Home alone again at 8, I am
Somebody's life to rate, I am
Given to the beast by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the cold in the dark, I am
The one who sold his heart, I am
From a family torn apart, I am
A target for your dart, I am
Sick again from the whips
I am
Head to the gun and click, I am
A soul that don't run from shit
I am
Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am
Met a ghost and he
Said, I am
In the basement in red, I am
Dead cause the Ouija
Board said, I-A-M
[Hook]
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit it's not a dream
She thought to herself what is happening?
Above her head is a crucifix
But Lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your loving mother?
Under the covers, under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered...
[Hook:]
Growin' up in the gutter
No more, fairy tales, and so
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter
Black and white, in a frame
There we are, safe and sound
Stray guns, no aim, yea!
Growin' up in the gutter!
[Verse 2: Rittz]
(And you ain't gotta be from the projects
To deal with this nonsense Rittz)
Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin leave your body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug dealers
Most of them get shot in the process
Hustlin and stackin up profits
They robbin mutherfuckas like they havin a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low
She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a Glock and a mask
Kicked in his door laid him down
Then he shot him and dashed
Ran off with all that he had
He used to be ballin now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that
Middle class white bitch slangin her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells and then the blood clot fails
There ain't no healin the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth
My lyrics are proof
Of growin up in the gutta
[Yelawolf:]
You think you can define how hard you got it?!
By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker
Wake up in the gutter!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Slumerican indeed, I am
Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am
Was child who was beat, I am
Leather belts that made me, I am
Home alone again at 8, I am
Somebody's life to rate, I am
Given to the beast by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the cold in the dark, I am
The one who sold his heart, I am
From a family torn apart, I am
A target for your dart, I am
Sick again from the whips
I am
Head to the gun and click, I am
A soul that don't run from shit
I am
Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am
Met a ghost and he
Said, I am
In the basement in red, I am
Dead cause the Ouija
Board said, I-A-M
[Hook]
Throw It Up lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem & Gangsta Boo)
[Intro: Yelawolf]
Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
And pass that jack
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from ‘round here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
Here the king if archery come
Wit’ a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really you’re kiddin’
Bitch I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin’ like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ over motherfuckers in first
I ain’t even shift gears yet,
I ain’t even here yet I’m outta this earth, right (yeah ho)
But I just hit the surface and I’m bout to walk into a bank,
Wit’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb,
And I hit the syrup and I’m feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You don’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
Yelawolf and Eminem shit
Sufferin’ succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Bitch please, you don’t want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
When I’m up in the building
Preaching to my children
I don’t be taking no shit from you haters
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick yo face up off the flo’
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, I’m worsa, I’ll hurt cha
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My nigga, I’m a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes…
You ain’t ready for it bitch!
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
You ain’t got the oomph you’re a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent that’s what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you’re kickin’ my seat
And I’m tryin’ to the tell the cashier what I want!
They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face and
Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wrap her
In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK
You expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe skeedideedada
Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkin’ about buyin’ you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doors
Was locked, what about some shoes I thought, great I suppose
So I go to Payless but what’dya know, they didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you motherfuckin’ ho bags
What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, that’s why I’m here
I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherfuckin’ diary that diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
‘Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
So we don’t gotta scream at you!
Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell ‘em all to go get fucked
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up
Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
And pass that jack
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from ‘round here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
Here the king if archery come
Wit’ a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really you’re kiddin’
Bitch I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin’ like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ over motherfuckers in first
I ain’t even shift gears yet,
I ain’t even here yet I’m outta this earth, right (yeah ho)
But I just hit the surface and I’m bout to walk into a bank,
Wit’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb,
And I hit the syrup and I’m feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You don’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
Yelawolf and Eminem shit
Sufferin’ succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Bitch please, you don’t want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
When I’m up in the building
Preaching to my children
I don’t be taking no shit from you haters
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick yo face up off the flo’
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, I’m worsa, I’ll hurt cha
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My nigga, I’m a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes…
You ain’t ready for it bitch!
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
You ain’t got the oomph you’re a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent that’s what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you’re kickin’ my seat
And I’m tryin’ to the tell the cashier what I want!
They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face and
Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wrap her
In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK
You expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe skeedideedada
Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkin’ about buyin’ you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doors
Was locked, what about some shoes I thought, great I suppose
So I go to Payless but what’dya know, they didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you motherfuckin’ ho bags
What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, that’s why I’m here
I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherfuckin’ diary that diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
‘Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
So we don’t gotta scream at you!
Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell ‘em all to go get fucked
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up
Good Girl lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Poo Bear)
This ain’t for the good girls gone bad,
This one’s for the bad girls trying to go good
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Verse 1]
Here I go again, on my shit again
Walking through the mall, acting like a prick again
You had a halter-top; I had my Famous socks
You came to shop; I came to ho hop
You had your girl witcha
Both looking great, I wanted both of y’all
How about a double take
She was hating looking at me like a scumbag
But something made you want to turn around and come back
Prob’ly cause I just don’t give a fuck
I just want to see one of these hookas in my truck
So tell your girlfriend tough luck,
She just wanna see you with somebody dressed up
Well, I really ain’t into that type of shit
I’m into tattoos and drinking ‘til six
Fucking ‘til nine, sleeping ‘til twelve
And going back to my homies with a story to tell
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Verse 2]
This shit should’a been finished
I’m as surprised as you are, that you still let me in it
But you continue to text message me
Right after saying that we should both move separately
But you don’t want to see me go
Even though I’ve only given you dick and cold cereal
So you must have a thing for lucky charms
Or the bad girl in you just fell into my lucky arms
You love to cuss me out and call me crazy
Say I’m no good and all of your friends hate me
Then you show up to my room and damn near rape me
And then it goes from fuck you, to fuck me baby
You leave early so nobody sees you at the spot
Now you’re stuck between a hard place and a rock
You call me a player, but I have lied to you not
Cause I’m not a player, I just crush a lot. Holler!
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Verse 3]
I’m in jail again, on my Johnny Cash
Some dude was talking shit, I had to whip his ass
Called you in the morning, and you just fuckin’ laugh
You think it’s cute, you love my crazy ass
And I wonder if you’ll ever leave my side
Cause the more that I ignore you, the more you wanna ride
I tell you that I’m bad but you never ask why
Cause you just want the good from a really bad guy
You want to rock, let’s rock and roll, just know
I’m only good at one thing and it’s not control
But I am consistent, that’s something to be proud’a
Cause I ain’t shit with you and I ain’t shit without ya
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Outro]
To all the bad girls trying to be good
There’s no such thing as good girl gone bad girl
Just a bunch of bad girls trying to go good
Alabama, mane!
Hello, my name is Yelawolf, I’m a sex addict
It’s a disease, there’s medication for it and everything
I take pills
This one’s for the bad girls trying to go good
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Verse 1]
Here I go again, on my shit again
Walking through the mall, acting like a prick again
You had a halter-top; I had my Famous socks
You came to shop; I came to ho hop
You had your girl witcha
Both looking great, I wanted both of y’all
How about a double take
She was hating looking at me like a scumbag
But something made you want to turn around and come back
Prob’ly cause I just don’t give a fuck
I just want to see one of these hookas in my truck
So tell your girlfriend tough luck,
She just wanna see you with somebody dressed up
Well, I really ain’t into that type of shit
I’m into tattoos and drinking ‘til six
Fucking ‘til nine, sleeping ‘til twelve
And going back to my homies with a story to tell
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Verse 2]
This shit should’a been finished
I’m as surprised as you are, that you still let me in it
But you continue to text message me
Right after saying that we should both move separately
But you don’t want to see me go
Even though I’ve only given you dick and cold cereal
So you must have a thing for lucky charms
Or the bad girl in you just fell into my lucky arms
You love to cuss me out and call me crazy
Say I’m no good and all of your friends hate me
Then you show up to my room and damn near rape me
And then it goes from fuck you, to fuck me baby
You leave early so nobody sees you at the spot
Now you’re stuck between a hard place and a rock
You call me a player, but I have lied to you not
Cause I’m not a player, I just crush a lot. Holler!
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Verse 3]
I’m in jail again, on my Johnny Cash
Some dude was talking shit, I had to whip his ass
Called you in the morning, and you just fuckin’ laugh
You think it’s cute, you love my crazy ass
And I wonder if you’ll ever leave my side
Cause the more that I ignore you, the more you wanna ride
I tell you that I’m bad but you never ask why
Cause you just want the good from a really bad guy
You want to rock, let’s rock and roll, just know
I’m only good at one thing and it’s not control
But I am consistent, that’s something to be proud’a
Cause I ain’t shit with you and I ain’t shit without ya
[Hook]
How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
[Outro]
To all the bad girls trying to be good
There’s no such thing as good girl gone bad girl
Just a bunch of bad girls trying to go good
Alabama, mane!
Hello, my name is Yelawolf, I’m a sex addict
It’s a disease, there’s medication for it and everything
I take pills
Made In The U.S.A lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Priscilla Renea)
Yeah, land of the free, home of the hard, home of the tough, survivors
[Verse 1]
We some gun toting, church going, 18-wheel rolling
Bag slanging, flag waving, at the dinner table praying
Old school yard fighting, beer drinking, hell raising
Hard working, blue collar, earn it all due paying
Illegal weed smoking, dope cooking, dirt dealers
On the corner bible preachers
Hollywood dream seekers
Muddy water swimming in
Rockin Roll all the time
Straight from the assembly line
And that’s how it’s made!
[Hook: Priscilla Renea]
That’s how it’s made in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing
We got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn’t it great? How we got it made
[Verse 2]
We some 9 to 5 back breaking
Food Stamp line waiting
Convict time giving
Underage time taking
Neighborhood gang banging
Subway graffiti painting
Big cars, street stars
Young dirty money making
Old money home taking
Clothes in the yard throwing
Late on the rent paying
Foul mouth word saying
One-way street paving
Road to success, but you gotta do some concrete laying
That’s how it’s made!
[Hook: Priscilla Renea]
That’s how it’s made in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing
We got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn’t it great? How we got it made
[Bridge: Priscilla Renea]
She’s been eating lies we fed her
Shoulda been full but nothing’s helping
Knew she wanted something better
Still she took the second helping
Now she’s well known, broke and cold
Fendi jackets, full of holes
No one knows
[Verse 3]
Single mother child raising
From the stripper poll swinging
Daughter in the red light
Coals for the cold season
She don’t speak, no reason
Why? Cause no one will ever know
That’s what? That’s how it’s made!
[Hook: Priscilla Renea]
That’s how it’s made, in the U.S.A. the U.S.A.
It’s every mother’s dream
To see her daughter on her knees
Well we got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn’t it great? How we got it made
That’s how it’s made in the U.S.A.
[Verse 1]
We some gun toting, church going, 18-wheel rolling
Bag slanging, flag waving, at the dinner table praying
Old school yard fighting, beer drinking, hell raising
Hard working, blue collar, earn it all due paying
Illegal weed smoking, dope cooking, dirt dealers
On the corner bible preachers
Hollywood dream seekers
Muddy water swimming in
Rockin Roll all the time
Straight from the assembly line
And that’s how it’s made!
[Hook: Priscilla Renea]
That’s how it’s made in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing
We got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn’t it great? How we got it made
[Verse 2]
We some 9 to 5 back breaking
Food Stamp line waiting
Convict time giving
Underage time taking
Neighborhood gang banging
Subway graffiti painting
Big cars, street stars
Young dirty money making
Old money home taking
Clothes in the yard throwing
Late on the rent paying
Foul mouth word saying
One-way street paving
Road to success, but you gotta do some concrete laying
That’s how it’s made!
[Hook: Priscilla Renea]
That’s how it’s made in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing
We got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn’t it great? How we got it made
[Bridge: Priscilla Renea]
She’s been eating lies we fed her
Shoulda been full but nothing’s helping
Knew she wanted something better
Still she took the second helping
Now she’s well known, broke and cold
Fendi jackets, full of holes
No one knows
[Verse 3]
Single mother child raising
From the stripper poll swinging
Daughter in the red light
Coals for the cold season
She don’t speak, no reason
Why? Cause no one will ever know
That’s what? That’s how it’s made!
[Hook: Priscilla Renea]
That’s how it’s made, in the U.S.A. the U.S.A.
It’s every mother’s dream
To see her daughter on her knees
Well we got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn’t it great? How we got it made
That’s how it’s made in the U.S.A.
Animal lyrics - yelawolf (feat. Fefe Dobson)
[Hook: Fefe Dobson]
They should’a never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
You know they’re taking shots at you
Cause you’re an animal
[Verse 1]
Here we go (Alabama’s own buddy)
Promenade (And I’m in a zone now)
Everybody (Bringing them home baby)
To the stage, Slick Ricky Bobby in a NASCAR
Running over motherfuckers like I’m in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack I’m Santa Claus
Down in Panama Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
Playin’ underwear volleyball with your broad
I ain’t bothered by you're triple D’s, not at all
Let me hold ’em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumpin’, let me do my thing
If the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling, know what I mean
Butter bean Badda Badda Bing
Trashy white pass the mic, yeah I’m doin’m dirty
Fists start pumpin’ when I’m in the lights, like I’m rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I’m elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack ’em in to the back again, rap it up,
Wrap it in sicker than a pack of 10 Mini-thins
You’ll get when I win, but I won’t loose in fact I’m gonna win
Win again, with another hand, here’s another hand, here’s another hand
Dealer can I get another hand, here’s a hand King, King, King, King
Bitch Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South and you know we’re gettin’ clean
Rich, yeah!
[Hook: Fefe Dobson]
They should’a never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
You know they’re taking shots at you
Cause you’re an animal
[Verse 2]
Candy-coated whip runnin’ over candy coated rappers (vrooom)
Panties on her drip do a back flip for me, baby be an acrobatic actor,
Action!
Do a cart wheel on a bar
Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool
Will I throw a dart at a wet seal,
Well if I see a whale I’ma throw a fuckin’ harpoon
Go looney toons and lose your fruit of the looms
To prove you’re in the room you’re shroomin’ to the moon
But in the morning you’re wakin’ up like a broom,
Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain’t a groom
I ain’t poppin’ the cherry, I’m poppin’ berry moonshine,
Hop in the bedroom, let’s move
If you wanna compare me, compare me to a legend,
Don’t compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, I’ll get a cinnabon and sit upon ya fuckin roof
I live it son, I get it done,
Fuck anyone yea fuck anyone who ain’t fuckin with the crew
Yea throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
Cause I’m a lord, I’m a doggy town (Wolf!)
A-L-A-B-A-M-A my state, my state of mind 1985 wide body,
lookin’ for the little small town keg party
Wanna get drunk wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a port-o-potty
So jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistanian
Packin’ a Mac 11 with a pack of maniacs, 11:30 back at it again
I’m ready for the battle when and where muthafucka,
They let another cracker in, yea!
[Hook: Fefe Dobson]
They should’a never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
You know they’re taking shots at you
Cause you’re an animal
They should’a never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
You know they’re taking shots at you
Cause you’re an animal
[Verse 1]
Here we go (Alabama’s own buddy)
Promenade (And I’m in a zone now)
Everybody (Bringing them home baby)
To the stage, Slick Ricky Bobby in a NASCAR
Running over motherfuckers like I’m in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack I’m Santa Claus
Down in Panama Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
Playin’ underwear volleyball with your broad
I ain’t bothered by you're triple D’s, not at all
Let me hold ’em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumpin’, let me do my thing
If the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling, know what I mean
Butter bean Badda Badda Bing
Trashy white pass the mic, yeah I’m doin’m dirty
Fists start pumpin’ when I’m in the lights, like I’m rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I’m elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack ’em in to the back again, rap it up,
Wrap it in sicker than a pack of 10 Mini-thins
You’ll get when I win, but I won’t loose in fact I’m gonna win
Win again, with another hand, here’s another hand, here’s another hand
Dealer can I get another hand, here’s a hand King, King, King, King
Bitch Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South and you know we’re gettin’ clean
Rich, yeah!
[Hook: Fefe Dobson]
They should’a never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
You know they’re taking shots at you
Cause you’re an animal
[Verse 2]
Candy-coated whip runnin’ over candy coated rappers (vrooom)
Panties on her drip do a back flip for me, baby be an acrobatic actor,
Action!
Do a cart wheel on a bar
Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool
Will I throw a dart at a wet seal,
Well if I see a whale I’ma throw a fuckin’ harpoon
Go looney toons and lose your fruit of the looms
To prove you’re in the room you’re shroomin’ to the moon
But in the morning you’re wakin’ up like a broom,
Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain’t a groom
I ain’t poppin’ the cherry, I’m poppin’ berry moonshine,
Hop in the bedroom, let’s move
If you wanna compare me, compare me to a legend,
Don’t compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, I’ll get a cinnabon and sit upon ya fuckin roof
I live it son, I get it done,
Fuck anyone yea fuck anyone who ain’t fuckin with the crew
Yea throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
Cause I’m a lord, I’m a doggy town (Wolf!)
A-L-A-B-A-M-A my state, my state of mind 1985 wide body,
lookin’ for the little small town keg party
Wanna get drunk wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a port-o-potty
So jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistanian
Packin’ a Mac 11 with a pack of maniacs, 11:30 back at it again
I’m ready for the battle when and where muthafucka,
They let another cracker in, yea!
[Hook: Fefe Dobson]
They should’a never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
You know they’re taking shots at you
Cause you’re an animal
The Hardest Love Song In The World lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro]
I usually don’t do this, but fuck it
You know what?
[Verse 1]
You’re like the hardest thing I’ve ever seen
And I’m from the gutter so believe me
I’ve seen some hard things
You come from where the black flower grows
I wanted to cut you down and take you home
Call me Axl Rose
I could see you in a 1976 Camero
Me and you, sippin’ whiskey getting drunker than Jack Sparrow
It’s Black Sabbath, how you get mellow
Well put your feet on Harley Davidson pedals
And rock and roll girl
[Hook]
Like a diamond cuts through a pearl
This the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in the world)
You could get it in with your girl
Yeah, the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in the world)
[Verse 2]
You don’t got to drive a Fleetwood Cadillac
You just got to know some of words to Fleetwood Mac
Horror movies turn you on, pull the sheets back
Fuck it, I roleplay, do it to you in a Jason mask
You switch walkers like a switch blade
You walk into the room and it’s like these other bitches get hit with a grenade
With that said, let me pull them spandex pants off you with my teeth like Ozzy did a bat head
I like rock and roll, let’s go
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You ain’t concerned with new clothes or salaries
You would rather run across the country like Mickey and Mallory
Be the natural born killer that you are
We’ll hang out the window with a pistol and I drive the car
We’ll rob a dollar general for nothing but snack food
Shooting anything that moves, dogs and cats too
Re-enact the hardest movie scenes, bloody shirts and holy jeans
We the hardest you and me, rock and roll baby
[Hook]
[Outro]
Click bang
Click bang like magic
Yeah, the hardest love song in the world
I usually don’t do this, but fuck it
You know what?
[Verse 1]
You’re like the hardest thing I’ve ever seen
And I’m from the gutter so believe me
I’ve seen some hard things
You come from where the black flower grows
I wanted to cut you down and take you home
Call me Axl Rose
I could see you in a 1976 Camero
Me and you, sippin’ whiskey getting drunker than Jack Sparrow
It’s Black Sabbath, how you get mellow
Well put your feet on Harley Davidson pedals
And rock and roll girl
[Hook]
Like a diamond cuts through a pearl
This the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in the world)
You could get it in with your girl
Yeah, the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in the world)
[Verse 2]
You don’t got to drive a Fleetwood Cadillac
You just got to know some of words to Fleetwood Mac
Horror movies turn you on, pull the sheets back
Fuck it, I roleplay, do it to you in a Jason mask
You switch walkers like a switch blade
You walk into the room and it’s like these other bitches get hit with a grenade
With that said, let me pull them spandex pants off you with my teeth like Ozzy did a bat head
I like rock and roll, let’s go
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You ain’t concerned with new clothes or salaries
You would rather run across the country like Mickey and Mallory
Be the natural born killer that you are
We’ll hang out the window with a pistol and I drive the car
We’ll rob a dollar general for nothing but snack food
Shooting anything that moves, dogs and cats too
Re-enact the hardest movie scenes, bloody shirts and holy jeans
We the hardest you and me, rock and roll baby
[Hook]
[Outro]
Click bang
Click bang like magic
Yeah, the hardest love song in the world
Write Your Name lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Mona Moua)
[Hook]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[Verse 1]
Another old man on the porch with a bottle
Wind blows and the old rocking chair wobbles
He’s just a waving, everybody’s welcomed
All he can say about the youth is Lord help ‘em
Gotta couple grandbabies but they never call though
Let him in the South and they moved to Chicago
Wife’s in Heaven and he says ever since
Vietnam life’s been hard as a veteran
Simple life just a 6-pack, ice cold
Crossed the Georgia line for a ticket for the Lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane I’d put it in the sky
Alabama!
[Hook]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[Verse 2]
She’s in love yeah, friends call her crazy
Met him at a party they started dating
Daddy’s little angel, mama’s little lady
Only sixteen now Brenda’s got a baby
She can’t afford to, drop out of high school
Jimmy’s not a man and he can’t provide you
He doesn’t want to, but you kept it anyhow
Nine months down the road, whatcha gonna do now?
Go to the food stamp office and apply
If you find a job it’ll help you get by
And you made it when you didn’t know how
Now that’s a real star, put her name in clouds
Alabama!
[Hook]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[Verse 3]
You may never be on television
Or be the one your boss at work loves
Giving you employee of the month
You may never be the first string on a champion team
You may be the star the world just hasn’t seen
But that don’t make you any less of a star to God
Being rich is only realizing it’s all a facade
You’re richer than you think in that old small town
Cause people like you make the world go ‘round
Alabama!
[Hook]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[repeat]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[Verse 1]
Another old man on the porch with a bottle
Wind blows and the old rocking chair wobbles
He’s just a waving, everybody’s welcomed
All he can say about the youth is Lord help ‘em
Gotta couple grandbabies but they never call though
Let him in the South and they moved to Chicago
Wife’s in Heaven and he says ever since
Vietnam life’s been hard as a veteran
Simple life just a 6-pack, ice cold
Crossed the Georgia line for a ticket for the Lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane I’d put it in the sky
Alabama!
[Hook]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[Verse 2]
She’s in love yeah, friends call her crazy
Met him at a party they started dating
Daddy’s little angel, mama’s little lady
Only sixteen now Brenda’s got a baby
She can’t afford to, drop out of high school
Jimmy’s not a man and he can’t provide you
He doesn’t want to, but you kept it anyhow
Nine months down the road, whatcha gonna do now?
Go to the food stamp office and apply
If you find a job it’ll help you get by
And you made it when you didn’t know how
Now that’s a real star, put her name in clouds
Alabama!
[Hook]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[Verse 3]
You may never be on television
Or be the one your boss at work loves
Giving you employee of the month
You may never be the first string on a champion team
You may be the star the world just hasn’t seen
But that don’t make you any less of a star to God
Being rich is only realizing it’s all a facade
You’re richer than you think in that old small town
Cause people like you make the world go ‘round
Alabama!
[Hook]
I’ll write your name across the sky
And take away the stars cause you light up the night
Feel as high as the moon when you’re here with me
That’s why I’m gonna write your name for the world to see
[repeat]
Everything I Love The Most lyrics - Yelawolf
[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[Verse 1]
Problematic, I’m so problematic that I’m probably a problem addict
Poppin’ aspirin cause my head is hurting
Hotel bedroom missing curtains
Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed
In fact it looks like I got into a wrestling match
Empty bottle of Jack, I can tell I did that
I can smell it in fact, it’s like death and ass
Think for a minute, then roll over and look
To my left, is an open book, the Bible
To my right is a guilty conscious her name is Brook, my rival
At least I think her name is Brook?
She’s asleep and I’m givin’ her the lamest look
Move her hair back so I can see her face
Cause it was dark when I met her at the game
It took about five minutes to get her inside the whip
Another five minutes to get up inside the lips
Never tried, really man I really tried to slip out
But it was just thighs and hips
Okay, I was high and shit
On alcohol and a Yelawolf ego-trip
Leave her lying in bed, cause I don’t need no kiss
And it’s the walk of shame again
[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[Verse 2]
Smokin’ out, throwin’ up
Keep a fifth off in my cup
Trying not to be a simp
But every time I take a sip
I think I’m gonna fall in lust
I’m back and forth like I’m packing a truck
In a house that never runs out of boxes
Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes
And a fresh fit, I’ll end up sockless
By the end of the night, flip flopping
I’ll B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in
Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means let’s get it crockin’
That mini skirt makes any man a flirt
Manicures animal furs and a purse
What could a little bit a smoke and Henny hurt?
You make any jerk make a penny work
Sinister with sin in her
She can leave a devil sitting in the church
On another level not in the earth
Jessica Alba had twins at birth
Trippin’ sure, piles of E, ménage-a-trois, piles of three
Waking up again not proud of me
Yeah, I’m a lousy fiend
[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[repeat]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[Verse 1]
Problematic, I’m so problematic that I’m probably a problem addict
Poppin’ aspirin cause my head is hurting
Hotel bedroom missing curtains
Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed
In fact it looks like I got into a wrestling match
Empty bottle of Jack, I can tell I did that
I can smell it in fact, it’s like death and ass
Think for a minute, then roll over and look
To my left, is an open book, the Bible
To my right is a guilty conscious her name is Brook, my rival
At least I think her name is Brook?
She’s asleep and I’m givin’ her the lamest look
Move her hair back so I can see her face
Cause it was dark when I met her at the game
It took about five minutes to get her inside the whip
Another five minutes to get up inside the lips
Never tried, really man I really tried to slip out
But it was just thighs and hips
Okay, I was high and shit
On alcohol and a Yelawolf ego-trip
Leave her lying in bed, cause I don’t need no kiss
And it’s the walk of shame again
[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[Verse 2]
Smokin’ out, throwin’ up
Keep a fifth off in my cup
Trying not to be a simp
But every time I take a sip
I think I’m gonna fall in lust
I’m back and forth like I’m packing a truck
In a house that never runs out of boxes
Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes
And a fresh fit, I’ll end up sockless
By the end of the night, flip flopping
I’ll B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in
Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means let’s get it crockin’
That mini skirt makes any man a flirt
Manicures animal furs and a purse
What could a little bit a smoke and Henny hurt?
You make any jerk make a penny work
Sinister with sin in her
She can leave a devil sitting in the church
On another level not in the earth
Jessica Alba had twins at birth
Trippin’ sure, piles of E, ménage-a-trois, piles of three
Waking up again not proud of me
Yeah, I’m a lousy fiend
[Hook]
Why is everything I love the most
So wrong for me?
And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me
They don’t want me to lie, but they don’t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me
[repeat]
Radio lyrics - Yelawolf
[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
[Verse 1]
Picture me rollin’ Pac, it’s funny how time has changed
Everybody’s a critic now, it’s all a debate on the internet wave
It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Peppers "Give It Away"
Now we got 10 year olds sittin’ back in the chair like "those were the days"
And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch
And I’m in the AM flipping through the AM like I lost my crutch,
Limpin’ cause I can’t even walk straight if I can’t turn it up
Sippin’ I need some gin and juice Snoop Dogg I bought my cup
Wassup, uh huh, OK, shut up
Cause I think we had enough of
Radios in lust with the love bugs
Well let me give you a big hug, a bag of mushrooms, here take some drugs
And play some Group Home or something
Shit that Goodie MoB Soulfood is bumpin’... rewind
[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
[Verse 2]
Yeah,
You’ll never hear Black Star cause the program director’s mostly deaf
And you’ll never hear Triple Six cause we live in the midst of the Bible belt
But that’s where the light is felt, so let it shine, let ‘em rhyme
Let ‘em hustle, let ‘em grind, nothin’ wrong with the truth sometimes
Sometimes the truth is dark, but the darkness sparks the truest art
And you didn’t even know you had a window til the tornado blew it apart
If Eric Clapton can sing about cocaine and there’s no harm
Then I can write about guns I can rap about girls I can sing about money and cars
Not that my money is large, let’s talk about broke as a joke
Let’s talk about gettin’ evicted, everything you own thrown out on the road
And maybe that there goes gold, shit maybe it’s platinum sold
But they don’t wanna see the green rings from the pirates' gold
No, hold up rewind
[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
[Verse 3]
Pick up the change, pick up the change!
Ridin’ a Chevy cause I’ sick of the Range
Catfish Billy come pick up the name,
Come on inside if you’re sick of the rain
Turn the radio off and don’t complain, it’s all a replay, it’s all the same
Got one track on a runaway train on a one way street better pick your lane
Yeah but you can let me pick your brain and we could be that rolling stone
Mix ‘em up with Janis Joplin, and let ‘em harmonize like Bone
Or we can just leave it alone and let it take a life on its own
Or we could be that world class wreckin’ crew
And tell ‘em turn the lights back on... come on
[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
[Verse 1]
Picture me rollin’ Pac, it’s funny how time has changed
Everybody’s a critic now, it’s all a debate on the internet wave
It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Peppers "Give It Away"
Now we got 10 year olds sittin’ back in the chair like "those were the days"
And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch
And I’m in the AM flipping through the AM like I lost my crutch,
Limpin’ cause I can’t even walk straight if I can’t turn it up
Sippin’ I need some gin and juice Snoop Dogg I bought my cup
Wassup, uh huh, OK, shut up
Cause I think we had enough of
Radios in lust with the love bugs
Well let me give you a big hug, a bag of mushrooms, here take some drugs
And play some Group Home or something
Shit that Goodie MoB Soulfood is bumpin’... rewind
[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
[Verse 2]
Yeah,
You’ll never hear Black Star cause the program director’s mostly deaf
And you’ll never hear Triple Six cause we live in the midst of the Bible belt
But that’s where the light is felt, so let it shine, let ‘em rhyme
Let ‘em hustle, let ‘em grind, nothin’ wrong with the truth sometimes
Sometimes the truth is dark, but the darkness sparks the truest art
And you didn’t even know you had a window til the tornado blew it apart
If Eric Clapton can sing about cocaine and there’s no harm
Then I can write about guns I can rap about girls I can sing about money and cars
Not that my money is large, let’s talk about broke as a joke
Let’s talk about gettin’ evicted, everything you own thrown out on the road
And maybe that there goes gold, shit maybe it’s platinum sold
But they don’t wanna see the green rings from the pirates' gold
No, hold up rewind
[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
[Verse 3]
Pick up the change, pick up the change!
Ridin’ a Chevy cause I’ sick of the Range
Catfish Billy come pick up the name,
Come on inside if you’re sick of the rain
Turn the radio off and don’t complain, it’s all a replay, it’s all the same
Got one track on a runaway train on a one way street better pick your lane
Yeah but you can let me pick your brain and we could be that rolling stone
Mix ‘em up with Janis Joplin, and let ‘em harmonize like Bone
Or we can just leave it alone and let it take a life on its own
Or we could be that world class wreckin’ crew
And tell ‘em turn the lights back on... come on
[Hook]
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station and I’m still facing you and
Everybody seems to lost their mind
It’s hard to handle so I change the channel on the radio
Cause Internet killed the radio star
Radio and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Hit the radio then you make a (make a) video, now I’m a star
Slumerican Shitizen lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Killer Mike)
[Hook]
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
[Verse 1]
I’m on the sidewalk with this fuckin’ skateboard and these dirty ass jeans
I’m the boy that stole a pack of Twinkies and a bottle that’s green
I never gave a fuck about environmental shit
Throw my empty bottle in the gutter
Rednecks four’ wheelin’ screaming "skate or die" dude
Fuck you motherfucker (fuck you motherfucker)
I’m a car wreck in a swamp I drown victims slow with these words that I lay
Pigs on the corner got an eye for my kind cause we ignore laws everyday
What do you mean I’m white trash?
Grab my nuts and kick your poodle in the face
I’m sick to the soul with hate
Cause I’m the bitch that society raped
So what’a ya say?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
My body is covered in tattoos that are totally offensive
If I did it, I did it for life
No regrets, you know that I meant it
I ain’t bothered by racist
My family is worldwide, ho come get it
I’ll take you to the gutter like a cigarette butt in the rain
Let Shawty Fatt spit it (Yeah!)
You motherfuckers are lost, get your maps out
And follow me into the creek water
I didn’t forget where I came, just how to ignore my musical calling
That crack on the window on the Chevy’s been there for over 7 months
Along with Jon Newport’s beer bottle caps and the roaches of Will Power’s blunts
So what’a ya say?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
People why shit is so wrong
Why they won’t let all our soldiers come home
Why them boys who get caught with such small amounts of dope on the Ave do bids so long
They bids so long by the time they get to come home
Mamas is gone and babies is grown
And baby mama that was tight in that thong
Fat as a fuck and her body all gone
Pay for it cash her ass is gone
She never worked so the stash is gone
Government rations she gets on
Year after year she get check after check
A gangster come home already in debt
The government say you owe $50k
For all the free lunches that yo baby ate
Do you go legit, and never have shit?
Or G’ up and re-up and get you a brick? (yeah)
Get you a brick (yeah)
[Hook]
[Outro: Killer Mike]
See what you suckas don’t understand is
This ain’t even about race
This is about who got it and who ain’t got it
So if I’m on the bottom and you on the bottom
We’re the same color...
Dirty duckin’ poor!
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
Slumerican
Shitizen
[Verse 1]
I’m on the sidewalk with this fuckin’ skateboard and these dirty ass jeans
I’m the boy that stole a pack of Twinkies and a bottle that’s green
I never gave a fuck about environmental shit
Throw my empty bottle in the gutter
Rednecks four’ wheelin’ screaming "skate or die" dude
Fuck you motherfucker (fuck you motherfucker)
I’m a car wreck in a swamp I drown victims slow with these words that I lay
Pigs on the corner got an eye for my kind cause we ignore laws everyday
What do you mean I’m white trash?
Grab my nuts and kick your poodle in the face
I’m sick to the soul with hate
Cause I’m the bitch that society raped
So what’a ya say?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
My body is covered in tattoos that are totally offensive
If I did it, I did it for life
No regrets, you know that I meant it
I ain’t bothered by racist
My family is worldwide, ho come get it
I’ll take you to the gutter like a cigarette butt in the rain
Let Shawty Fatt spit it (Yeah!)
You motherfuckers are lost, get your maps out
And follow me into the creek water
I didn’t forget where I came, just how to ignore my musical calling
That crack on the window on the Chevy’s been there for over 7 months
Along with Jon Newport’s beer bottle caps and the roaches of Will Power’s blunts
So what’a ya say?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
People why shit is so wrong
Why they won’t let all our soldiers come home
Why them boys who get caught with such small amounts of dope on the Ave do bids so long
They bids so long by the time they get to come home
Mamas is gone and babies is grown
And baby mama that was tight in that thong
Fat as a fuck and her body all gone
Pay for it cash her ass is gone
She never worked so the stash is gone
Government rations she gets on
Year after year she get check after check
A gangster come home already in debt
The government say you owe $50k
For all the free lunches that yo baby ate
Do you go legit, and never have shit?
Or G’ up and re-up and get you a brick? (yeah)
Get you a brick (yeah)
[Hook]
[Outro: Killer Mike]
See what you suckas don’t understand is
This ain’t even about race
This is about who got it and who ain’t got it
So if I’m on the bottom and you on the bottom
We’re the same color...
Dirty duckin’ poor!
The Last Song lyrics - Yelawolf
[Verse 1]
Everybody’s asking me lately, where I’m from
They wanna know what I’ve been through and what dirt I’ve done
But man if I told you what I’ve seen and been through,
Then you’d probably run off
You’re scared of the truth, so it’s dead in secret lined in chalk
See I’ve been lost ever since I could walk
Lookin’ for my daddy in any one of mama’s boyfriend who would talk
Or listened to me when I spoke instead of looking at me like a joke
Or leavin’ me behind, leavin’ me to cry when you treated my mama like a ho’
But I learned quick that my daddy wasn’t never gonna come around
And I didn’t give a shit cause me and my mama we held it down
No new kicks, first day of school I’m good will bound
But when you come from the trench that’s how you learned to walk around
So I don’t give a fuck if you ever lay eyes on top of my new shoes homie
I just wanted you to know that I didn’t need a dollar from you I got ‘em myself
So if you find yourself in the middle of the floor,
With a bottle, drinking yourself lonely
Then you can keep company with a picture of me in a magazine on the shelf
Turn the page...
[Hook]
Daddy can you see me
I’m putting on a show
In the magazines
Hear me on the radio
So what’a you think?
Well I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
I’m sorry Daddy
You didn’t get to watch me grow
Now I’m always on the road
No time to say hello. Bye
And I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
[Verse 2]
Yeah Mamma you look great, perfect
Be safe on your first date, for certain
If he brings you home too late, I’ll hurt him
Don’t worry ‘bout me
I’m safe, I’ll close the curtains
And I feel like I’m raising you, but what do I know, Baby Blue
All I know is that I was made in you, so I put all my faith in you
Yea I was only 10, but I felt like a man and I had to let you go
All I wanted was for us to be rich, tear drops in my cereal bowl
So I turned into an asshole, young and dumb smokin’ weed
Vandalizing, robbing houses, stealing cars that was me
But everything I did I had to see, feel the pain had to grieve
To become who I am, and I’m proud of the man I came to be
Cause what I’ve learned, cannot be taught,
What I’ve earned could not be bought
Justified deserved it all so don’t be concerned, it’s not your fault
I never counted sheep, I count my blessings
So if you see him out Mamma, don’t give him the cold shoulder, give him my message
Just tell him...
[Hook]
Daddy can you see me
I’m putting on a show
In the magazines
Hear me on the radio
So what’a you think?
Well I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
I’m sorry Daddy
You didn’t get to watch me grow
Now I’m always on the road
No time to say hello. Bye
And I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
Everybody’s asking me lately, where I’m from
They wanna know what I’ve been through and what dirt I’ve done
But man if I told you what I’ve seen and been through,
Then you’d probably run off
You’re scared of the truth, so it’s dead in secret lined in chalk
See I’ve been lost ever since I could walk
Lookin’ for my daddy in any one of mama’s boyfriend who would talk
Or listened to me when I spoke instead of looking at me like a joke
Or leavin’ me behind, leavin’ me to cry when you treated my mama like a ho’
But I learned quick that my daddy wasn’t never gonna come around
And I didn’t give a shit cause me and my mama we held it down
No new kicks, first day of school I’m good will bound
But when you come from the trench that’s how you learned to walk around
So I don’t give a fuck if you ever lay eyes on top of my new shoes homie
I just wanted you to know that I didn’t need a dollar from you I got ‘em myself
So if you find yourself in the middle of the floor,
With a bottle, drinking yourself lonely
Then you can keep company with a picture of me in a magazine on the shelf
Turn the page...
[Hook]
Daddy can you see me
I’m putting on a show
In the magazines
Hear me on the radio
So what’a you think?
Well I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
I’m sorry Daddy
You didn’t get to watch me grow
Now I’m always on the road
No time to say hello. Bye
And I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
[Verse 2]
Yeah Mamma you look great, perfect
Be safe on your first date, for certain
If he brings you home too late, I’ll hurt him
Don’t worry ‘bout me
I’m safe, I’ll close the curtains
And I feel like I’m raising you, but what do I know, Baby Blue
All I know is that I was made in you, so I put all my faith in you
Yea I was only 10, but I felt like a man and I had to let you go
All I wanted was for us to be rich, tear drops in my cereal bowl
So I turned into an asshole, young and dumb smokin’ weed
Vandalizing, robbing houses, stealing cars that was me
But everything I did I had to see, feel the pain had to grieve
To become who I am, and I’m proud of the man I came to be
Cause what I’ve learned, cannot be taught,
What I’ve earned could not be bought
Justified deserved it all so don’t be concerned, it’s not your fault
I never counted sheep, I count my blessings
So if you see him out Mamma, don’t give him the cold shoulder, give him my message
Just tell him...
[Hook]
Daddy can you see me
I’m putting on a show
In the magazines
Hear me on the radio
So what’a you think?
Well I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
I’m sorry Daddy
You didn’t get to watch me grow
Now I’m always on the road
No time to say hello. Bye
And I hope that you’re proud now
To watch it all go down
Whip It lyrics - Yelawolf
Ye, ye, Ye-yela, ye, ye, Ye- Yela
[Verse 1:]
We hit the club, tore it up
Mally Mall's got model sluts
Fearin' & Loathin' in Las Vegas, party, party, bottles up!
I'm feeling like a king, someone tell me where my robe is?
This nitrous oxide got me feeling like Moses
Laugh'in it up, laughin' loud
Twist it up until you tappin' out
But Yelawolf ain't throwing in the towel
Take a pull buddy, how you sound?
My voice feeling like I just swallowed a frog
I think I'm Mr. T, I think I'm Boss Hog
(Get, get, get) getttie up, promenade
Rip it up, hit the stage
Outta my mind yeah, wanna go craze
Feeling like I wanna float around for days
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
[Hook:]
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
[Verse 2:]
Baby you and maybe you
Need to come back to the naked room
Whip it, whip, get with it
I'll open you up like a Baby Ruth
She's getting ripped, she's getting striped
Swimming in a funk
I watch her skinny dip
You wanna feel I'll, wanna get real
Wanna pop a pill feel out of control
Wanna know what I'm into though
That N2O
And cloud nine is somewhere down below
Get on my level, look at the light show
You lay back in the way back of the Maybach or lay back on the Lazy Boy
You can pay me back with a bj in the 'Lac here enjoy!
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Crazy youth, yeah, that trashy life
I'm getting high, I'm in my after life
Rock star no holds barred
Got new hoes sitting in old cars
And I'm feeling like the world is mine
Arms wide open
One country at a time, middle fingers up
Fuck critics, nitrous in a bottle
Bitch whip it!
[Hook]
[Verse 1:]
We hit the club, tore it up
Mally Mall's got model sluts
Fearin' & Loathin' in Las Vegas, party, party, bottles up!
I'm feeling like a king, someone tell me where my robe is?
This nitrous oxide got me feeling like Moses
Laugh'in it up, laughin' loud
Twist it up until you tappin' out
But Yelawolf ain't throwing in the towel
Take a pull buddy, how you sound?
My voice feeling like I just swallowed a frog
I think I'm Mr. T, I think I'm Boss Hog
(Get, get, get) getttie up, promenade
Rip it up, hit the stage
Outta my mind yeah, wanna go craze
Feeling like I wanna float around for days
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
[Hook:]
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
[Verse 2:]
Baby you and maybe you
Need to come back to the naked room
Whip it, whip, get with it
I'll open you up like a Baby Ruth
She's getting ripped, she's getting striped
Swimming in a funk
I watch her skinny dip
You wanna feel I'll, wanna get real
Wanna pop a pill feel out of control
Wanna know what I'm into though
That N2O
And cloud nine is somewhere down below
Get on my level, look at the light show
You lay back in the way back of the Maybach or lay back on the Lazy Boy
You can pay me back with a bj in the 'Lac here enjoy!
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Crazy youth, yeah, that trashy life
I'm getting high, I'm in my after life
Rock star no holds barred
Got new hoes sitting in old cars
And I'm feeling like the world is mine
Arms wide open
One country at a time, middle fingers up
Fuck critics, nitrous in a bottle
Bitch whip it!
[Hook]
I See You lyrics - Yelawolf
[Verse 1]
Yeah, once upon a time not long ago,
My grandmother told me one day I’d change
I felt like she was coming down on me
So I told her no, I’d be the same
Not knowing she was only trying to help
Motivate me to excel and climb
I was thinking she was the one trapped
While I was stuck in the cage of my mind
Man if I would’ve known what I know now
I would have brought my head down out of that cloud
Told her thank you and that I loved her
But I was too cool and too damn proud
What a fool I was in fact
I’ve changed so much, now looking back
I wish somebody I thought was cool
Was cool as she was when she told me that
[Hook]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what’s inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you’re hot, but you’re too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
[Verse 2]
Baby girl don’t know much about
What it would take to become a star
Hollywood is so far fetched
Too long of a drive in an old car
Work every day but you barely eat
Going over lines from a script you read
Your boyfriend said it’s a silly dream
But how can you dream when you never sleep
You’re looking in the mirror and you’re picturing a light show
A glimpse in the lens of a camera
Behind the scenes of life as a tightrope
Yea you walk a thin line
But a thin line is all you need
A thin line in an Indy movie
Just a break for somebody to see the
Talent inside, the ballad of a diary you write
The by and by is just another day for a normal girl
But for you it’s another day that you tried
Aside from the fact that you ride in the back of a bus
Sometimes cause your car won’t work
Well maybe you should take that bus to L.A.
And put your dreams first because…
[Hook]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what’s inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you’re hot, but you’re too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
[Verse 3]
Black and white, everything is black and white
Broke down, simple and plain
Most of us lost with a curious brain
Curiosity is looked at as strange
Stuck in a lane, but you can’t complain
While you look at another passing train
Wondering how, where’s it going?
Wishing you were inside, packed and rolling
To another place, but your time is chosen
To live low key, ‘cause your dream is stolen
They don’t understand, they believe in loathing
Lounging, loafing, waiting, hoping
Homie if the grass is greener
Look, the gate is open
You’re waiting for God to release the ocean
Sitting on the beach two feet from floating
But I see you..
[Hook]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what’s inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you’re hot, but you’re too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
Yeah, once upon a time not long ago,
My grandmother told me one day I’d change
I felt like she was coming down on me
So I told her no, I’d be the same
Not knowing she was only trying to help
Motivate me to excel and climb
I was thinking she was the one trapped
While I was stuck in the cage of my mind
Man if I would’ve known what I know now
I would have brought my head down out of that cloud
Told her thank you and that I loved her
But I was too cool and too damn proud
What a fool I was in fact
I’ve changed so much, now looking back
I wish somebody I thought was cool
Was cool as she was when she told me that
[Hook]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what’s inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you’re hot, but you’re too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
[Verse 2]
Baby girl don’t know much about
What it would take to become a star
Hollywood is so far fetched
Too long of a drive in an old car
Work every day but you barely eat
Going over lines from a script you read
Your boyfriend said it’s a silly dream
But how can you dream when you never sleep
You’re looking in the mirror and you’re picturing a light show
A glimpse in the lens of a camera
Behind the scenes of life as a tightrope
Yea you walk a thin line
But a thin line is all you need
A thin line in an Indy movie
Just a break for somebody to see the
Talent inside, the ballad of a diary you write
The by and by is just another day for a normal girl
But for you it’s another day that you tried
Aside from the fact that you ride in the back of a bus
Sometimes cause your car won’t work
Well maybe you should take that bus to L.A.
And put your dreams first because…
[Hook]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what’s inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you’re hot, but you’re too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
[Verse 3]
Black and white, everything is black and white
Broke down, simple and plain
Most of us lost with a curious brain
Curiosity is looked at as strange
Stuck in a lane, but you can’t complain
While you look at another passing train
Wondering how, where’s it going?
Wishing you were inside, packed and rolling
To another place, but your time is chosen
To live low key, ‘cause your dream is stolen
They don’t understand, they believe in loathing
Lounging, loafing, waiting, hoping
Homie if the grass is greener
Look, the gate is open
You’re waiting for God to release the ocean
Sitting on the beach two feet from floating
But I see you..
[Hook]
I see you, the real you
Trying to cover up what’s inside of you
But everything you do, is make believe
Yeah you’re hot, but you’re too cool
I see you!
I see you!
I see you!
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