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[Lil' Jon]
Its the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah)
Got my partner Yelawolf wit me (What's up Yela?)
You know its time to crank the club up
Lets go
Yelawolf
[Yelawolf]
You aint gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin me in the motherfuckin 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 bitch thats lookin lifeless and stuck
Baby, whats wrong wit you now? What, you aint happy wit red bottoms?
Mad cause Im in VIP wit a fuckin Jack bottle?
Wit Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch wit a tank top cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
Thats why theyre so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics wit a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think Ima Limp Bizkit, their spits jelly
But I put em in the woods, Im a redneck, Im a hick, tell me
Go ahead What the fuck does it matter to me?
Cause after me, therell only be wannabes, and mostly aint-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, Im a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf]
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin
Two tens, thats a win-win situation
Happy birthday, Im feelin brand new
Drinks on me for me, not you
[Lil' Jon]
Up in the club
Dont give a fuck
Up in the club
Dont give a fuck
Up in the club
Dont give a fuck
Up in the club
[Yelawolf]
Still dont give a fuck
[Yelawolf]
I dont 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 Im feelin
They done broke me down so many times before that Im no longer rappin, Im buildin
Wit 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 dont cook my shit, I dont 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, hed probly drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get rich
Cause rich or broke, Im still as dope, the realest aint as real as this
Dead or alive, Ill put a stamp in this bitch
Youll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin
Two tens, thats a win-win situation
Happy birthday, Im feelin brand new
Drinks on me for me, not you
[Lil' Jon]
Up in the club
Dont give a fuck
Up in the club
Dont give a fuck
Up in the club
Dont give a fuck
Up in the club
Still dont give a fuck
[Outro Yelawolf (Lil' Jon)]
Yeah (Yall know we dont give a fuck)
Its Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah)
Still dont give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Lil' Jon)
(We rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
Up in the club
Dont give a fuck
(Up in the club)
(Still dont give a fuck)
(Up in the club)
(Still dont give a fuck)
I aint in the buildin, I own the buildin, bitch
