Yelawolf - Hard White Remix lyrics

It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!) Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?) You know it's time to crank the club up Let's go! Yelawolf You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already f**ed up Lettin' me in the motherf**in' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup I done took another hit, I done ran into a b**h that's lookin' 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 But 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** the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me Go ahead, what the f** does it matter to me? 'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely tree My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah! Two bottles, shawty, two b**hes waitin' Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new Drinks on me, for me not you 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** 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' They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin' 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 things look Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush I don't cook my sh**, I don't break it down for you motherf**er out there waitin' around For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin' now 'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly 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 see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did Two bottles, shawty, two b**hes waitin' Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new Drinks on me for me, not you 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** Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't give a f**) It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah) Shady (Yeah) still don't give a f** (Nah) (Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South) Happy birthday, Alabama Up in the club, don't give a f** ah (Up in the club, still don't give a f**) I ain't in the buildin', I own the buildin', b**h!