[Intro: Luda & Yelawolf]
Think I'mma try something that I.. that I never did before on this one.. (Me too Luda) let's go
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
If the block stays poppin', I'mma keep rockin'
Run the red light full speed
You might seen a B-Boy drop and freeze
But you ain't never heard of me (Please..)
Shine up my chrome, put the glaze on my shoes
Jump fresh, dress to k**, I'm dippin' on you's
Sit back, my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac
Ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat, with a black mac
Raf back, the bitter swinging, and I got an extra bat
Like a weapon of ma** destruction you can bet as bad
I'm stickin' oh mama's mad, Mama better be glad
Mrs. Jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back
Not like that, I might beat her up like Michael's dad
With the hard fist of rifle raps, your daughter was born with a nice round a**
Round is on the corner with the hydro stash
Stop, take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab
I'll barbecue the beat, little daddy eat that
Fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack
[Hook: Yelawolf: X2]
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this sh**!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
I'm King Kong with a barrel of dynamite in his palm
The heat is on, 95, I'm taggin' up Nashville with the Krylon
Kool-Aid stains on my lips with no aid to be cool with
A naturally given gift to do with
What hip-hop I can do with a stick
Snap it, break it, pop it, swing it, peel it, carve it
Whip whip to the legs of a child, that's the south
Pick a switch for runnin' your mouth
Daddy ain't got no deal
But daddy's got a gangsta grill, how does it feel
What a motherf**er with a 2 inch wheel
And it feel like a 24 and it's over
Hold your nose quick while this risin' still
If you boat can't float her
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this sh**!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Yeah it's been a long time, no bread
It's Like I been on a low-carb diet, yea
No jars, no Pyrex, but I rock sh** like Jeezy did
A breeze in a sense, not a relief pitcher
But a major league arm on a veteran
I tell 'em 10 times They didn't give me 9
But I give 'em one more chance
I tell 'em again, and again and again
And I gained recognition
Who was you dissin'? Not this man
With a lawn mower on the yard of a rich man
Work my a** off in the summer heat
It's me, straight sweating beads
Fallin' from my head like seeds from a tree
Pushin' this b**h cause she got weak knees
I'm an orthopedic MC
Heave hoes, whistle while I work
It ain't nothin' to a man, with his hands in the dirt
The dirty south where the birds be at
Plenty of keys, plenty of traps
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this sh**!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)