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

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.

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

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

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]

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]

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

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!

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

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]

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!

In This World lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Trunk Muzik 0-60" (2010)

• Get The Fuck Up! lyrics - Yelawolf
• Daddy's Lambo lyrics - Yelawolf
• That's What We On Now lyrics - Yelawolf
• I Just Wanna Party lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Gucci Mane)
• Billy Crystal lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rock City)
• Pop The Trunk lyrics - Yelawolf
• Box Chevy lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rittz the Rapper)
• Good To Go lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Bun B)
• Marijuana lyrics - Yelawolf
• Love Is Not Enough lyrics - Yelawolf
• I Wish lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Raekwon)
• Trunk Muzik lyrics - Yelawolf

Get The Fuck Up! lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daddy's Lambo lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's What We On Now lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Billy Crystal lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rock City)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

[Chorus]

Pop The Trunk lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

[Hook 2x]

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

[Hook 2x]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good To Go lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Bun B)

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Marijuana lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love Is Not Enough lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Wish lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Raekwon)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trunk Muzik lyrics - Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik
Trunk Muzik
Burn One
Burn One

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

"Arena Rap" (2008)

• Back To Bama lyrics - Yelawolf
• Candy & Dreams lyrics - Yelawolf
• All Aboard lyrics - Yelawolf
• Come On Over lyrics - Yelawolf
• Stage Lights lyrics - Yelawolf
• Gone lyrics - Yelawolf

Back To Bama lyrics - Yelawolf

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

Goin back
Alabama

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

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

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

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

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

Candy & Dreams lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Aboard lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come On Over lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

Stage Lights lyrics - Yelawolf

Staaage Light
Burn one
Trunk Muzik
Re Re Re Mix

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

Gone lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Piss'n In A Barrel Of Bee'z" (2005)

• Piss'n In A Barrel Of Bee'z lyrics - Yelawolf
• Diamonds lyrics - Yelawolf
• 2 Hot 4 TV lyrics - Yelawolf
• Go To Jail lyrics - Yelawolf
• Pistol N The Air lyrics - Yelawolf
• Superman lyrics - Yelawolf

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

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

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

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

[Hook x2]

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

[Hook x2]

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

[Hook x2]

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