[Intro: Yelawolf] Thanks man... yeah So you might see me with a, '87, rusty I've been on that but uhh You need to get on that Holler at'cha mayne
[Yelawolf] Still throwin beer cans in the gutter mayne Flick a Parliament, hubcap ornament Deer head on the wall, it's a Bubba thang Not Sparxxx but I'm sparkin a Parliament Again I'm a chain smoker, stoked to the flame poker I'm hot Keep the party goin, don't stop New shoes, thifty Bill Cosby sweater Drinkin out the keg, no Greek frat letters Bumpin Skinny Pimp, Petty and Eddie Vedder Ain't no Eddie Bauer, no scary cowards, you better check the Y-E-L-A-W-O-L-F Buddy I'm in your ashtray like a toenail clip Flick-flick the cherry, don't ash on my sofa I'm on some new mobile home shit, come on over Keep heavy metal like a ton of boulders Check out my donk, it's dirty brown; I know it's dirty brown, why?
[Chorus: Yelawolf] + (Shawty Fatt) (That's, what, we, on, now) Yeah, holler I got, 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck A pretty country girl in a pickup truck, yeah (That's, what, we, on, now) Dollaratchee, yeah When the sticks meet the bricks You gon' all of my people up in that bitch, like (That's, what, we, on, now) 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck, yeah (That's, what, we, on, now) A country girl in a pickup truck, yeah (That's, what, we, on, now) When the sticks meet the bricks (That's, what, we, on, now) All of my people up in this bitch, bitch
[Yelawolf] Lemonade is made from lemons, hey Then I'ma make fine china from a paper plate I'ma dip low, like paper planes In A Chevrolet, like it's a major thang Signed a major deal, what a major pain They gave me a budget, I bought a bicycle frame I rode that bitch around Walnut Park Put a stack in my pocket and I blew it at Walmart Bought a jacket, a pistol and a packet of blow darts If you +Inter+ my +Scope+ you're gonna need a strong heart Strong art, the heart of Dixie got history You sittin on 32's, we sittin on 60's Mud tires and barbed wires, you drive for hours You won't see nothin but pine trees and wild fires And BOOM! Out pops a B-boy The mossy oak is dirty brown; I know it's dirty brown, why?
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[Yelawolf] Jimmy crack corn, then he threw a bar stool Mother Goose broke her wing and still flew the coop She gave Jimmy 20 bucks and threw him the deuce Left Jimmy on a string like a loose tooth See these the type of people that I'm used to Hard knock country boys, fuck a new suit Fuck a new coupe when you need a new roof Give me the whole steak from the rooter to the toot Give me the ruler too, measure it up There's good money in a Pyrex measurin cup Ricky Bobby's on the corner, he's tearin it up If he don't slow down, he'll be wearin a crutch Ricky needs to take it to the highway But you can't tell him shit, cause it's Friday Ricky's got a needle, that's how it's goin down? He looked at me and said, "That's what I'm on now"
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