[Chorus: Kid Rock] Yeah I'm throwed off (hey!) It ain't about the money, I'ma blow it all (hey!) I made my own lane Let's roooooll, let's roooooll Yeah I'm goin off (hey!) Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off (hey!) Better recognize game Let's roooooll, let's rooooo-oh-ho-ro-ho-oll
[Yelawolf] Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that box '88 Yeah, and the dope boys hotter than Hell's gate but I, still in the shade With a fold-out chair and a 30-pack on the back of that tailgate A-L-A-B-A-M-A, I'm off, I might pee in a lake I might go to Talladega and see me a race And bring me a case, yeah I'm bringin a case I'm gettin throwed off
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[Yelawolf] And I'm all the way throwed off, Z-71 take the bow off Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat, yeah buddy might go off Split you like a bowling ball, spit you in my overalls, ohh Yeah home of the gumbo, got a couple folks that'll do it to ya for the hundo And when them elephant feet rumble that Dixie cup's gonna fall off the console You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that 'Bama slanguage Like "holler" and "ain't it" but I come to paint it So you won't get throwed off
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[Yelawolf] I'm just a +Kid+ that +Rocks+ - I'm just a boy with a dream that bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox Now I bang Beretta, she's 22 and I keep her in a tube top White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like "How the fuck did I get a catalog with more hits than a fuckin jackhammer dawg?" Cause I planned it all, Crimson Tide standin tall Shit, I'm another lit cannonball Fuck around and I'm goin off and I'm gettin throwed off
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