[Intro: Raekwon] Chill, chill, chill, let 'em rhyme man You know what it do man, just sit back, relax Yelawolf, what up? Raekwon in the building
[Yelawolf] I'm Alabama's own, buddy Flintstone Caprice, 1987 cutty Backyard, moonshine steel Methadone laboratory real, can I keep it crystal clear? Chipped tooth type of people Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of evil Confederate flags, I see 'em on a truck with the windows down, why is playing Beanie Sigel? Cause his daddy was a dope man Lynyrd Skynyrd didn't talk about moving keys of coke man Ain't no such thing as a free bird Billy's got that street work and he's packing a nasty heater Trailer home trap spot, Chevys on the center blocks Still doing donuts in the gravel parking lot Gold ropes, cousin's in a group home and he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch
[Chorus: Yelawolf] + (Raekwon) (I wish a motherfucker would) tell me that I ain't Hip Hop, BITCH YOU AIN'T HIP HOP~! (I wish a motherfucker would) tell me that my shit gon' flop, BITCH YO' SHIT GON' FLOP~! (I wish a motherfucker would) tell me that I ain't Hip Hop, BITCH YOU AIN'T HIP HOP~! (I wish a motherfucker would) Hell naw (I wish a motherfucker would)
[Raekwon] Aiyyo, now let me tell you something youngsters, I'm never gonna sell you something unless it's that snow white, we might mail you something Me, I'm straight raw hood with it Be at your door quick, four on your jaw, I got a new lick My click of murderer niggas who love Hip Hop You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas, your head gon' pop I'm just sincere, fresh cut, all up in the Lear, listen Yo, leave him alone, he brought me along Rap, he got it, I'm the crew pilot Flying trains, planes, automobiles, we bout it, bout it Yo 'Wolf, I think they got you twisted, flow I got the biscuit on me, spit in his face, I'm bout to piss on homie Who dem niggas? Just some Staten Island niggas You could call us Shaolin where niggas get drunk, they'll hold you down my nigga Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal, scramble This the true ramble, aiyyo, give him your handle though
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[Yelawolf] I appreciate it Rae Slingshot me in quick like the Talladega Motor Speedway King shit, blue ribbon rap Baking soda's on the kitchen rack, Chef, what you need? These fiends got an itchy back, get busy crack I'll be in the cut, just call me Mr. Is He Back? And you don't gotta call my black I got direction, I'm a road map, I'm an Almanac I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag Fuck all of that, Wu-Tang's in 'Bama bitch Get a grip, handle it, Yela's in the revival tent Vandalist, evangelist, daddy's got the cannabis Make a wish, the candle's lit, white boys follow this Mama's thirty-naught-six, long-range hollow tips Trashed, huffing glue you build an airplane model with In the gutter like an empty PBR bottle is
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[Outro: Raekwon] I wish a motherfucker would Tell me, I wish a motherfucker would Y'all niggas better watch y'all mouth man, for real I wish a motherfucker would Alabama in the building nigga, it go that far nigga I wish a motherfucker would We travel from here all the way to Asia nigga, you idiot Fuck is y'all niggas talking about man? I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would Word up, I'll set my motherfucking man on y'all niggas man For real, y'all niggas keep talking man Keep acting like he don't know what he doing man Yeah, it's all real, Yelawolf, Shallah Raekwon It's going down nigga, Alabama to Shaolin my nigga You know what it do nigga, Yelawolf nigga I wish a motherfucker wouldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
