Hard White (Up In The Club) - Yelawolf, Lil Jon

You ain’t gotta lay down on your back

To know you already fucked up

Letting me in the muthafuckin' 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 bitch

That’s looking lifeless and stuck

Baby, what’s wrong with you now?

What, you ain’t happy with Red Bottoms?

Mad cause I’m in VIP with a fuckin' Jack bottle?

With Tom, Dick and Harry

I got up in this bitch with a tank top cause I spit so very, darn quick and

scary

That’s why they’re so quick to compare me

But fuck 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 fuck 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

I’m 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting

Two 10's: 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 fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck

I don’t know what to say after that first verse

I mean like damn, I just killed it

What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow?

I done already milked it

Smoke another cigarette unfiltered

Let go of anything that I’m feelin'

They done broke me down so many times before

That I’m no longer rapping I’m building

With one brick, two brick, three brick, four

Underneath the steps of my 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 shit, I don’t break it down for you muthafuckas

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 bitch

You’ll never seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

I’m 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting

Two 10's: 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 fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck

Yeah ya

Y’all know we dont give a fuck!

It’s Gheto-Vision

Yeah!

Shady

Yeah!

Still dont give a fuck

Naaaahhh… your boy, lil John… we rep the South!

Happy birthday, Alabama

Hey!

hey!

Up in the club

Together: dont give a fuck

Aaah…

Up in the club, still dont give a fuck

I ain’t in the building, I own the building, Bitch!