Yelawolf — Hard White Remix

[Intro: T.I.] Guess, who's, back, home! [Verse 1: T.I.] G shit, certified, nigga can’t touch him Bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom "Lun-bun-ton", bougie bitches like "What’s them?" Solitaire clear stones, Maybach: clear dome Blowing on that loud-pack, bankroll's full-grown Well-known convict: go on with the dumb shit Thug life with it, like it tatted on my stomach Nigga better pick another number because I am not the one The bigger picture's what's important before all is said and done I bet I get this shit back up under my feet Bullshit aside, what I want, I keep I’m the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep Your birthday cake, I want my piece I’m beefing with MCs if, to me It seems they’re less than decent I’m a beast, then you’re my feast Apologies, you just can't keep it Say you’re winning? Guess you’re being condescending and facetious Gs from sea to shining sea You may bump this in your Caprices! Bow! [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Yeah, I once had a friend named Charlie And Charlie was always late to school (School) He had a black eye one day But he wouldn’t say just what happened to him (To) Charlie got mad in class one day And stood up with a .22 pistol Told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore He was over being the victim See, one bullet through the wall And the history class was interrupted Charlie fell down in a pool of blood in the class That made it public He said that the bullies in school They drove him to be a suicidal 'Cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria Of an American Idol Well, sometimes, I feel like I could run Through the hallways with an AK, too Not saying that I would But it might feel good to off me a rapper or two, so I loaded this pen with a hollow tip And I followed Tip To the hollow pits of my heart for shit For you to role model with Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it Take a point shell and hollow it Don’t be the one with the gun Be the one with the rum, plus two models with All the kids, listen up Yelawolf don’t give a fuck about a club I don’t wanna see you in school, tryna do what I do Telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk Make something of something Or something from nothing, baby, wake up Play Radioactive, let me see the reaction See if I really give a fuck. Shady! [Hook: Lil Jon, (Yelawolf)] 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!) [Verse 3: Crooked I] Ugh, nine millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter I’m finna need a mic and a speaker I’m finna be the prominent leader, confidence-eater Tell competition, “Hasta la vista” (Oww!) Dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit Is something like you getting raped by a stranger 'Cause you do not know who you fucking with (Yeah) Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R You "haha"-funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR Niggas about to need CPR when they see the car, kill 'em, dead Might pull over, fuck my chauffeur 'Cause I screw drivers—Phillips head Them I’ma tell her to take me to Yela Getting fucked up, I ain't feeling embarrassed The feeling in the air is the 2.0's party Like niggas and wiggas in Paris (Ahh!) [Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"] Nickel Nine, a rider, arriving at the drama The driver firing the llama (Blaow!) Got a bunch of fine bitches saying "Hi" to me now 'Cause a nigga said "Hi" to Rihanna (Hi!) 'Cause I look good, and I smell good It’s a man’s world! (Woo...) That's right, I’m the new James Brown Drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do? (Nothing) What I’m finna do is go to the strip club and order eight bricks (What you doing?) I’m on my T.I.P. in A-T-L Lookin for a lil' pretty young thing I can skate with (Where we goin baby?) Radioactive, Shady gon' make it go platinum, I couldn’t resist To jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf Lil Jon, "Hard White" remix! [Hook: Lil Jon, (Yelawolf)] 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!) [Verse 5: Joell Ortiz] Ugh! Lil Jon, let me get a lil' bit I mean a minute, nothin’ crazy, it’s just that I’ma lyricist And I’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite And I’m ssssso ready to strike, a swing and a miss! My dick swing in your miss I got a missile, can’t call it, I might misdial I’m in orbit, listening to Em’s last album Guzzling gin: recovering alcoholic! (Ha!) Everything looking all right Welcome to the lyricist pub, who wanna bar fight? In a bar so high cause you're dealing With four dope motherfuckers and two hard whites Deuces, period, crop circle That's the family that matters, I’m not Urkel But I’m smooth as Stefon when I move to snap on Your eyeball, your shit’ll look purple (Ow!) I’m a product of the PJ’s (Yeah!) Still walk through that motherfucker in my PJs Yeah, I’m in J.P. Morgan often but Don’t think I could get chased out the PJs So try me, punk, bet your body jump When this shotty pumps, have your body slumped Yelawolf let me rip this hard white, but (Ugh) Please don't make me pop the trunk [Verse 6: Joe Budden] (Joe!) Roll that window down and start dumping Pull up on whatever block that y'all on Pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit My definition of an oxymoron That ain't never stop me from getting a bad one I would tell niggas again but they heard the story Furthermore, he got a couple I ain't bust But there's no need to rush, they reserved it for me See I’m all about fam, I don’t fuck with the rest Goon’s that’ll squeeze 'til a couple is left The squad, the facade, the sm-smoke and mirrors (Ugh, ugh) Yellin' "Payback!", too broke to cover the debt But I’m grown, adults, and whether that shit you say You don’t reciprocate love or respect You get plugged, and you gon' need doctors To cover your holes as if they never loaded cassettes (Ayy!) You probably didn’t hear me, standing on the couch Get froggy, I'm breaking any bottle that's near me (Ugh) So real I don’t need a hollow to prepare me I’m the first one in the hood to catch a body using Siri 'Cause they be thinking that I seem crazy Money-motivated, CREAM make me (Ugh) Way out your league, go and dream, maybe T.I., Team Shady [Hook: Lil Jon, (Yelawolf)] 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!)