Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard White (Up In The Club), artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hard White (Up In The Club) |
| You ain’t gotta lay down on your back |
| To know you already fucked up |
| Letting me in the muthafuckin' game is like |
| Letting me drunk drive in ya truck |
| When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had 5 in my cup |
| Then I took another hit and I run into a bitch |
| That’s looking lifeless and stuck |
| Baby, what’s wrong with you now? |
| What, you ain’t happy with Red Bottoms? |
| Mad cause I’m in VIP with a fuckin' Jack bottle? |
| With Tom, Dick and Harry |
| I got up in this bitch with a tank top cause I spit so very, darn quick and |
| scary |
| That’s why they’re so quick to compare me |
| But fuck my critics with a spiked dick |
| When it can fit barely. |
| They probably think I’m a Limp Bizkit |
| That spits jelly, when I put them in the woods I’m a redneck |
| I’m a hick? |
| Tell me: go ahead, yeah! |
| What the fuck does it matter to me? |
| Cause after me there’ll only be wannabes |
| And mostly ain’t never gonnabes |
| Yeah in this forest I’m a lonely tree |
| My limbs are covered in tattoos -and my roots they run deep |
| I’m 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting |
| Two 10's: that’s a «win-win situation». |
| Happy birthday, I’m feelin' brand-new |
| Drinks on me! |
| For ME: not you |
| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck |
| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck |
| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck |
| Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck |
| I don’t know what to say after that first verse |
| I mean like damn, I just killed it |
| What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? |
| I done already milked it |
| Smoke another cigarette unfiltered |
| Let go of anything that I’m feelin' |
| They done broke me down so many times before |
| That I’m no longer rapping I’m building |
| With one brick, two brick, three brick, four |
| Underneath the steps of my single wide door |
| Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them thangs look |
| Thanks for the recipe: rest in peace, Wayne Bush |
| I don’t cook my shit, I don’t break it down for you muthafuckas |
| Out there waiting around for some rap savior |
| You better look up at what it is that you facing now |
| Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the Devil wears Prada |
| If God was one of us, he’d probably drink vodka |
| I still kick it at the party when I get rich |
| Cause rich or broke, I’m still as dope |
| The realest ain’t as real as this |
| Dead or alive, I’ll put a stamp in this bitch |
| You’ll never seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did |
| I’m 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting |
| Two 10's: that’s a «win-win situation». |
| Happy birthday, I’m feelin' brand-new |
| Drinks on me! |
| For ME: not you |
| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck |
| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck |
| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck |
| Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck |
| Yeah ya |
| Y’all know we dont give a fuck! |
| It’s Gheto-Vision |
| Yeah! |
| Shady |
| Yeah! |
| Still dont give a fuck |
| Naaaahhh… your boy, lil John… we rep the South! |
| Happy birthday, Alabama |
| Hey! |
| hey! |
| Up in the club |
| Together: dont give a fuck |
| Aaah… |
| Up in the club, still dont give a fuck |
| I ain’t in the building, I own the building, Bitch! |