Tom: Eb major•
Verse 1
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It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up
Yela?)
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You know it's time to crank
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the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
Verse 2
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You ain't gotta lay down on your bed
to know you already fucked up
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Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is
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lettin' me drunk- drivin' your truck
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When Yelawolf arrived in this club,
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already had five in my cup
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I done took another hit,
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I done ran into a bitch 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 fuck
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in' Jack bottle!?
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With' Tom, Dick, and Harry
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But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause
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I spit so very darn quick and scary
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That's why they're so
quick to compare me
But fuck 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 fuck
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!
Verse 3
shawty, two bitches waitin'
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Two tens,
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that's a win- win situation
Happy birthday,
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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
Verse 4
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I don't know what to say after that first verse,
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I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
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What the fuck am I supposed to do with
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this cow? I done already milked it
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Smoke another ci garette, unfiltered,
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let go of anything that I'm feelin'
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They done broke me down so many times before
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that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
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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 shit, I don't break it down for
you motherfucker 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
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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 see rock and roll
do hip- hop like I did
Verse 5
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shawty, two bitches waitin'
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Two tens, that's a win-
I'm feelin' brand new
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Drinks on me for me, not you
Verse 6
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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
Verse 7
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Yeah, yeah (Y'all know
we don't give a fuck)
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It's Ghett- O- Vision (Yeah)
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Shady (Yeah) still don't give
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Gm
a fuck (Nah)
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(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
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Verse 8
Up in the club,
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don't give a fuck ah
(Up in the club,
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still don't give a fuck)
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I ain't in the buildin',
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I own the buildin', bitch!
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