[Intro: Yelawolf] Yeah I'd like, to sing you a, a little ditty Ahem... HA HA HA!
[Chorus: Fefe Dobson] They shoulda never ever let you out Cold animal with a mouth from the South What'chu gonna say? What'chu gonna do? Cause you know they coming, coming after you Watch out for the D-boys! Watch out for the boys in blue You better keep it movin! {"Big boy"} You know they're takin shots at you Cause you're an animal, ohh
[Yelawolf] Here we go! Alabama's own wit it - promenade! And I'm in a zone now - everybody! Bringin them home baby - to the stage! Slick Ricky Bobby in a NASCAR Runnin over motherfuckers like I'm in a bar Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar Be the late night snack, I'm Santa Claus Down in Panama Beach drunk in my underalls Playin underwear volleyball with your broad I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all Let me hold 'em up for ya baby while you walk Wanna get the party bumpin, let me do my thing If the marijuana plant need watering Throw it in a bong, let it start bubbling Know what I mean butterbean? Bada-bada-bing Trashy white (white) pass the mic (mic) Yeah I'm doin 'em dirty (dirty) Fists start pumpin when I'm in the lights like I'm rappin in Jersey (Jersey) Never get elegant in elementary Never learned to write in cursive Raised by the country B-boys, I'm elegantly perfect Rack it in, pack 'em into the back again, rap it up Wrap it in sicker than a pack of ten Mini-thins You'll get when I win but I won't lose In fact I'm gonna win, win again With another hand, here's another hand Here's another hand, dealer can I get another hand? Here's a hand, King King King King King bitch Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South and you know we're gettin clean rich Yeah~!
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[Yelawolf] Candy-coated whip runnin over candy-coated rappers (vroom!) Panties on her drip, do a backflip for me Baby be an acrobatic actor - action! Do a cartwheel on a bar Will you do a cartwheel while I chill on a bar stool? Will I throw a dart at a wet seal? Well if I see a whale I'ma throw a fuckin harpoon Go Looney Tunes and lose your Fruit of the Looms to prove you're in a room, you're shroomin to the moon But in the mornin you're wakin up like a broom swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain't a groom I ain't poppin the cherry, I'm poppin berry moonshine Hop in the bedroom, let's move If you wanna compare me, compare me to a legend Don't compare me to a young fool Go get a gun, go get a gun I'll get a cinnabon and sit upon ya fuckin roof I live it son, I get it done, fuck anyone Yeah fuck anybody who ain't fuckin with the crew Yeah throw another bucket in the pool Dry it out now everybody skate Cause I'm a lord of a doggy town (Wolf!) A-L-A-B-A-M-A my state My state of mind 1985 wide body Lookin for the little small-town keg party Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie Get shit-ty like a port-o-potty So, jump on the paddywagon like a Pakistanian packin a mac-11 with a pack of maniacs 11:30 back at it again, I'm ready for the battle when and where motherfucker, they let another cracker in Yeah~!
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