[Yelawolf] Meth lab in the back in the crack Smoke peels fill the streets like an early mornin fog Momma's in the slaughterhouse with the hatchet helpin daddy chop early mornin hog I'm catchin Z's like an early mornin saw When I walk up to the racket, yawn and pause What the fuck man, I can never get sleep man Peeped out the window, what's wrong with y'all? Stood up with my Crimson Tide Alabama sweatpants and threw my pillow Looks like daddy caught that motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands Nah he's rough like a Brillo Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and a gun as heavy and tall as that midget Willow
[Chorus 2X: Yelawolf] Think he's playin? You better listen what he sayin punk Don't, make, me, go, pop the trunk, on you He got an old Mossberg in a mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy Don't, make, me, go, pop the trunk, on you
[Yelawolf] 11:30 and I'm pullin up dirty Smokin babbage out the back of my buddy's Monte Carlo Spittin over some SupaHot Beats with a super hot freak we call a parking lot hoe You know we sippin on that ol' brown bottle Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble So when we ride around bitches follow and tonight one of the bitches is givin us problems Well one of them bitches been fuckin one of my homeboy's favorite bitches And he's been on his hitlist for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business He told me "Yelawolf get this" and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist He said "Watch this shit" and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit
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[Yelawolf] Two men stand, one's gotta go One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the row Momma better call the police, now he's screaming "No" Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's movin slow All this blood is spilled, enough to give a penguin chills Hot enough to make the potato smoke at the tip of the hollowed steel In the valley of the hollow field, in the valley of the hollow tip This ain't a figment of my imagination, buddy this is where I live 'Bama!
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
