Yelawolf
作詞：Yelawolf 作曲：Yelawolf
Yeah
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Go white girl, it's ya birthday
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Holleratche mane
So I got this twelve pack (burr)
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear saying, she just wanna party
Trunk music got these poppers popping on the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishing well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale
Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell
bring them back I'm Mr. Pale, pack the pack and drink the ale
Getting drunk, I'm drunk as hell
Don't think I can lean my chair
Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fucking rappers
You don't wanna see me there
Blindside em, rhyme-side em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail
You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face
I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fucking train
Kitchen full of bottles baby, tell me what you want again
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted it's scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm rolling up that rhinoceros
Shes jocking and it's obvious, I landed in your metropolis
Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies
She just want a Harley, I'm rolling up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney
I'm aided by the shawty
I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up
Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns
We came here with 5 of em, we gon leave here with 9 of em
That's 14, I'm keeping em around, I'm going til I get tired of em
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
Cocaine on the table wish the rappa got em chopping logs
Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot
Jackie Chan is rolling rolling, Yelawolf is powin powin
Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time
To put em in the mood, to put em in the car
Take em to the house and (what)
Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth
How we do it down south and (what)
I'm always going going
Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
Crop dusting from a Boeing
Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)
Cook it up, make a meal(ey)
Getting stupid, gettin silly
Drinking beer(ey), also chile
Fucked up but I'll tell you that I can't complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keeping yo bitch entertained
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
We blowing smoke in the air, we drinking ice cold beer
Wit cha girl in my ear saying
I just wanna party
Bama!
We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah)
Yellow, Gucci (BURR)
That's hard