[Verse 1 - Yelawolf]
You ain't gotta lay down on your bed
You know you already f**ed up
Letting me in the muthaf**in' game is like
Letting me drunk drive in ya truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had 5 in my cup
Then I took another hit and I run into a b**h
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 f**in' Jack bottle?
With Tom, Dick and Harry
I got up in this b**h with a tank top cause I spit so very, darn quick and scary
That's why they're so quick to compare me
But f** my critics with a spiked dick
When it can fit barely. They probably think I'm a Limp Bizkit
That spits jelly, when I put them in the woods I'm a redneck
I'm a hick? Tell me: go ahead, yeah!
What the f** does it matter to me?
Cause after me there'll only be wannabes
And mostly ain't never gonnabes
Yeah in this forest I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos -and my roots they run deep
[Hook]
I'm 2 bottle shawty, 2 b**hes waiting
Two 10's: that's a "win-win situation"..
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand-new
Drinks on me! For ME: not you
[Hook 2]
Up in the club, don't give a f**
Up in the club, don't give a f**
Up in the club, don't give a f**
Up in the club, still don't give a f**
[Verse 2 - Yelawolf]
I don't know what to say after that first verse
I mean like damn, I just k**ed it
What the f** am I supposed to do with this cow?
I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette unfiltered
Let go of anything that I'm feelin'
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 single wide 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 cook my sh**, I don't break it down for you muthaf**as
Out there waiting around for some rap savior
You better look up at what it is that you facing now
Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the Devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd probably drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get rich
Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope
The realest ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this b**h
You'll never seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did
[Hook 1 & Hook 2]
Outro
Yeah ya
Y'all know we dont give a f**!
It's Gheto-Vision
Yeah!
Shady
Yeah!
Still dont give a f**
Naaaahhh!… your boy, lil John… we rep the South!
Happy birthday, Alabama
Hey! hey!
Up in the club
Together: dont give a f**
Aaah…
Up in the club, still dont give a f**
I ain't in the building, I own the building, b**h!