1.Pop The Trunk
Lyricist：Michael Atha, Willie Washington
Meth lab in the back and the crack
Smoke pills like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet
Helping daddy, chop early morning hog
I'm catching Z's like an early morning saw
When I woke 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 in my Crimson Tide
Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker
That tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands
Or throw hands no, he's rough like a billow
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete
And that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
Think he's playin'？
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg
In the mossio duffel bag
Layin' in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playin'？
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg
Iin the mossio duffel bag
Layin' in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
11：30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking
Damage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over some super hot beats
With a super hot freak, we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin' on that old brown bottle
Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow
But tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well, one of them bitches
Be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list 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
Think he's playin'？
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg
In the mossio duffel bag
Layin' in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playin'？
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg
In the mossio duffel bag
Layin' in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Two men stand, one's gotta go
One falls down to the ground
One walks down to the road
Momma better call the police
Now he's screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest
With a rock soft shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled
Enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke
At the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed fields
In the valley of the hollowed till
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy
This is where I live, Bama
Think he's playin'？
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg
In the mossio duffel bag
Layin' in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playin'？
You better listen what he's sayin', punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg
In the mossio duffel bag
Layin' in the back of the dump, boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
2.Billy Crystal
Lyricist：Michael Atha, James Scheffer, Theron Thomas, Timothy Thomas
Trailer parks on fire
Billy been cookin' up somethin'
If you need a biscuit, come on then
Billy has got it jumpin'
Get it from a pro, get it for the low
Get you some blow, get it for the nose
Get it for the show, get it for the hoes
Four wheeler cranked up
Gas tank on the ATV
Is full of that crank but
Billy got pills from A to Z
So whaddya think bud？
Billy won't go below 50
22's are dangerous
Drink a finger with the nugget rings
Pow, take one from the needle
How you feelin' now？
Purple moons and lucky charms
Yeah, that's the sound
But veins turnin' brown
But his fame is so profound
His name is like a noun
They goin' Billy now
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth
Yeah and he ain't slowin' down, slowin' down
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth
Go Billy, crystal meth
Ay, oh, ay, oh
Oh, ay, oh
Hello junkie and hello momma too
Hello to my P.O.
Deuce up to the boys in blue
Billy got brass balls
20 pounds on the catwalk
LSD and adderal
And LCD's on the wall
He's watchin' every move
High-tech redneck
Run up on him if ya want to
I bet, really, come on
It might be dark in the woods
But the lights are on
The money's counted
And if the price is wrong
Well, then Billy will get them
Gremlins like Spielberg
He'll take your house down
Off of them pillars
And take your mom to sizzler
And feed her chicken liver
That's cold blooded love
Billy's a killer
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth
Yeah and he ain't slowin' down, slowin' down
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth
Go Billy, crystal meth
Ay, oh, ay, oh
Oh, ay, oh
4：30 in the a.m.
Billy ain't slept for days
Gotta keep up with the profit
Gotta keep up with the craze
It's a heavy shade
Gotta walk through the maze
Down where the sun don't shine
And the pine trees sway
And when the wind blew
And the cradle fell
Down come baby Billy
And up come an able male
Momma stayed at work
Daddy stayed in jail
Hey, that's a full deck
But ya gotta play with what your dealt
So Billy dealt the joker
Put the sheriff in a choker
He drank himself sober
And pissed at a super soaker
And he wet 'em all up
And left his snow yellow
That's hard life
Boy for the ellow
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth
Yeah and he ain't slowin' down, slowin' down
Billy's on the corner with the crystal meth
Go Billy, crystal meth
Ay, oh, ay, oh
Oh, ay, oh
3.Box Chevy
Lyricist：Michael Atha, William Washington
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy
Tell them other wack muthafucks
To get the pine box ready
Catfish Billy is lately
Don't get slapped wit' the medley
Still sippin' on Jack D to my neck
And my head start feelin' heavy
Doin' 125 down, I-29 really think
I need to start slowin' down
But I can't 'cause I gotta pretty blonde thing
Sittin' to my right that's blowin' me now
Oh, yeah, she headin' me
I think her name might be Becky
I was 'bout to drop her off
But I had to switch lanes
To get the brain she necked me
Aw, no, do you come in two's
Please choose a couple of friends
That could hoppy in the Coupe
Now we goin' steady
But I'm not lookin' for longevity
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night
Reflect sights through the dash
I'm nice to ride pass
My rims are super clean
Paint job that glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens
And you wanna be seen wit' the King
Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams
Sittin' off to the side, I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens
And you wanna be seen wit' the King
Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
Fuck a Limousine rather ride ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Ridin' 85, northbound, shakin' doors down
So I turn the speakers louder pissin' off polices
Fuck 5-star chick, gotta porn-star bitch
Ridin' shotgun wit' me, gettin' so wet
Now she goin' down on me, givin' road head
Bussin' on her forehead
Then I take her back to the homestead piece
Back in the caprice, took a sack of weed
And crumpled it inside a cognac blunt rack
Then it's time to jump back on the highway 85
Slumpin' in the seat like I'm hunckback
And my Chevy look so dope old school Vo's on it
Got it floatin' like a row boat
Gold flakes in the paint drippin' on the road
Drivin' slow like a show boat hoe
Don't act like you don't hear me comin'
12's in the trunk, flatscreens in the headrest
Wit' somethin' 'bout Marion, carry on
I be turnin' heads every time
When you see in the Chevy, man, she car-struck
And I'm far from hauled up, sup wit' trippin' like a bitch
Get in the car, slut, you know you wanna ride
My rims are super clean
Paint job that glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens
And you wanna be seen wit' the King
Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams
Sittin' off to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens
And you wanna be seen wit' the King
Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
Yeah, in the the background wit' the six-pack
And ridin', lookin' for the ladies
Peanut butter seats, have seat, girl
My peanut butter needs jelly
I'll chase you like jelly
If you ain't afraid to get messy
If you know the game
Then I'll let you call the shots like a referee, yeah
Now I'm drinkin' a deuce, deuce, sweet and slow
Feelin' like a Deuce, Deuce Bigalow
Played the the bitch like piccolo
Go anywhere you wanna go, pick a road
Interstate 59, 20, 75, 285, 85, southbound
Twins pipes like pow-pow
100 spokes on the vo's like wow
My rims are super clean
Paint job that glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens
And you wanna be seen wit' the King
Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams
Sittin' off to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens
And you wanna be seen wit' the King
Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
In the seats
(My box Chevy)
4.Daddy's Lambo
Damn rich
Peanut butter guts and a Lamborghini, whoa
You must have white bread
Let's make a sandwich
Now, I ain't never seen money like you got
Nobody got that kind of money in the Boondocks
So if you take me up and show me the balcony
Lookin' over the Hollywood Valley, I'll make your balloon pop
Pop stars like you need a dude like me
To appreciate your wealth
I know you got a elevator in your house
But with me you appreciate the steps
Act like you don't wanna see how much of this
Jack Daniels you can handle
You wanna drink and get cut like Rambo
And let me drive your daddy's Lambo
Take me up to Beverly Hills
To your daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim
Entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo？
Lambo-o-oh
Yeah, your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh？
Yeah, your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh？
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo？
You're young and reckless
Nice little diamond necklace
Got a pint sized vodka drink and you're pretty in pink
Wanna go get breakfast？
But you ain't never been to Waffle House
Always hanging in Guys and Dolls
If you came to the shop, I'll put you in a Chevy
And we;d drive to the mall
Yeah, I came to the club
In a pair of Famous Jeans and DTA hoody
But I'm walkin' through the party with rogue status
Looking for Beverly Hills goody's
Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy
Got more bounce than a salamander boy
Need a rich girl like I need a headache
But I'll take it if I can drive your daddy's toy
Take me up to Beverly Hills
To your daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim
Entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo？
Lambo-o-oh
Your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh？
Your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo？
What you got in that tote bag？
That one of a kind Prada
That beautiful behind inspires me
Makes one of my rhymes harder
Your daddy made a fine daughter
Make me wanna turn this wine from water
Keep the party going in and the 808 bumpin'
'Cause Drama made a beat that'll climb the chart
Money, money, money, money, money
Ain't it funny what a honey and a Lamborghini will do？
Some will run into a hundred dollar bill
And drill a dick on anytime, unhappy with a 24 inch shoes
But come and explore this dude
Analyze my swing
It's Slick Ricky Bobby, baby
Gotta let me drop that thing, come on
Take me up to Beverly Hills
To your daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel
Entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo？
Lambo-o-oh
Your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh？
Your daddy's Lambo, Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your daddy's Lambo？
Just whip it around you know
Up the hills
I ain't gon' wreck it, promise
Sit your drunk ass back
Drama beats, Yelawolf
Ghetto vision
What up Rob Dyrdek？
Fantasy factory, bitch
Holler at G
5.Good To Go
Lyricist：Michael Atha, Bernard Freeman, Courtney Douglas Sills,
William Washington
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Walk wit' a limp and I talk wit' a lingo
Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto
Run up on a motherfucker wit' a dull pencil
Sharpen up a number 2 on his new Benzo
Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo
Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face, grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy the style
I'll lend yo ass, the man so bad
From Alabama with banjo cocked back
Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that
I don't wanna hear shit buddy that's that
Can't get a buzz？ well run back to the bar
Get another drink, get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number, bitch
Maybe when I'm ready to roll
I'll hit you wit' the totem pole
But right now I'm
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Well, boy, you wanna do this shit, well, let's get to it
You already know I'mma run right through it
I'm just like fluid, artifact like water
Come on, be real, I go a lil' harder
Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
Put it on a plate, I'mma serve ya order
Line 'em up, put 'em in place for the slaughta
Game over by the end of 1st quarter
Wake up hata rise and shine
I'm a start when you ridin' pine
I got yo main girl ridin' mine
Her face in my lap as I recline
It's grindin' time and I declare
I'll run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathon
You can't touch me like Hammer, gone
I'm good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Don't you know I got Bun B
In my front seat and we got these
(Poppers on the Chrome)
One time for ya boy Pimp C
(Pocket full of stones)
Yeah, I gotta pocket full of stones
'Cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants
I rock a microphone literally
Lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans
Pop a band, put a stack on it
I'll wad up his plans like Aquaman
Make a rapper run back to the studio
Retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
I'll be damned, Catfish Billy
You don't wanna run if ya rhythm ain't ready
Sin syllables, beats edible
Incredible, inevitably, go
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks all day
New fits, alright
Drop hits all day
Then party all night
Yelawolf, Plan B, good to go
R.I.P. Pimp C, ghetto vision
Alabama, Texas connection
Yippie yeller, holler at G
It's good to go
6.I Just Wanna Party
Lyricist：Michael Atha, Radric Davis, Donald Dixon, Kawn Prather,
William Washington
Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday
Go, white girl, it's ya birthday
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Go, white girl, it's ya birthday
(Yeah, I know)
Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man
(Yeah, I know)
So I got this twelve pack
(Yeah, I know)
We blow smoke in the air
We drinkin' ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear
Sayin', she just wanna party
Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel
Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell
Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale
Pack the pack and drink the ale
Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell
Don't think I can lean my chair
Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers
You don't wanna see me there
Blindside 'em, blindside 'em
Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail
You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face
I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train
Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again
I just wanna party
I just want, I just want
I just wanna party
I just want
Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air
We drinkin' ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just want, I just want
I just wanna party
I just want
Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air
We drinkin' ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros
She's jockin' and it's obvious
I land in your metropolis
Don't know who the baby father is
But I don't owe no apologies
She just want a Harley
I'm rollin' up the Marley
I'm drunk as Paul McCartney
I'm aided by the shawty
I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang
I put it down, don't pick it up
Advice to you, don't pick on us
Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns
We came here with 5 of 'em
I leave out with 9 of 'em
That's 14 I keep around
I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em
I just wanna party
I just want, I just want
I just wanna party
I just want
Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air
We drinkin' ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just want, I just want
I just wanna party
I just want
Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air
We drinkin' ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs
Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot
Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin'
Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time
To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car
Take 'em to the house and what
Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth
How we do it down south, what
I'm always going, going
Ghettovison is sewing
Plowing, growing, growing
Crop those things I'm a brewing
Catfish Billy, on ya grilly
Cook it up, make a mealy
Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly
Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly
Fucked up
But I'll tell you that I can't complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane
Keepin' yo bitch in a tame
I just wanna party
I just want, I just want
I just wanna party
I just want
Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air
We drinkin' ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I just want, I just want
I just wanna party
I just want
Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air
We drinkin' ice cold beer
With ya girl in my ear sayin'
I just wanna party
Prima, we just wanna party
Ha, ha, ha
Yela, Gucci, burr
That's hard
7.Love Is Not Enough
Lyricist：Michael Atha, William Washington
Man, this fuckin' bitch took off
Fuckin' with some college graduate
Punk ass, Abercrombie wearin' motherfucker
Left me broken hearted in the chevy
It's all good though, know why？
I got me bitch
Both of us was in the same class
In 02 in Antioch Nash-Ville
I wanted you so bad
That I forgot to mind my manners
Everybody wanted them panties
Every guy was hopin' to land it
We would flirt around and touch hands
Until we fucked around and took Xanax
And that's when you
Began to drive me bananas
I was in denial, it's apparent
You began to lie to your parents
You should know that I can't live
Without you holdin my name
Now my hearts in control of my brain
And I can't hold it in the lanes
Rollin' down 20 main
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin' 120 main
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby, I'm givin' up
Baby, what is happenin'？
Don't you believe in us, don't you believe in us？
She said, 'I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough
Love is not enough'
Used to fuck so much we missed school
You was there when I needed you
I was there when you needed me
We were inseparable
When I was broke with no fuckin' food
You was tough enough to be cool
Skate holes all in my shoes
Dope boys had me confused
I was in love with hip hop
You was in love with that too
What made it come to a stop
Had to have been the money issue
Bitch, and I really miss the rain
I gave you all of my soul
And all I got left is a key chain
Rollin' down 20 main
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin' 120 main
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby, I'm givin' up
Baby, what is happenin'？
Don't you believe in us, don't you believe in us？
She said, 'I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough
Love is not enough'
Who the fuck are you fuckin' now？
Bet he's always taken you out
College educated and proud
Me, well, I'm just a drop out
Can't really blame you for buggin'
Ain't I the dirt on your rug and
Just a place to wipe your shoes and
Give me all your throw away lovin'
Back to my buzzin' and druggin'
Back to my gutter with nothin'
Back to the rut all the sudden
Cracks in the covenant trustin' me
You ain't gotta worry 'bout
Sharin' this success with Wayne
And that was just petty change
But I still feel the pain
Rollin' down 20 main
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin' 120 main
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby, I'm givin' up
Baby, what is happenin'？
Don't you believe in us, don't you believe in us？
She said, 'I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough
Love is not enough'
8.Marijuana
Marijuana, Marijuana, fuck＊
20 pounds in the trunk
Momma been growin' that skunk
Green room looks like a warzone
Dirty water drips from the hydro pumps
Daddy got me sweepin' leaves
Pickin' up shake,
Makin tea, brownies, cookies,
Serving all the hippies
Nickel sacks
Bet, hit me Dixie boy
Smoker's toy
Paraphonilia, you enjoy
Grow it pack it then deploy
Summertime job, come get employed
Evidence destroyed
Family biz evidently boy
Duckin' in the police boy
All for the love of
Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack it up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feelin' stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana
Can't get caught by the Rosco
So we stuffin' this green like a taco
Feelin' like we hit a brick lotto
Putting dents in the street like a pot hole
We pot hold, in the backwoods
2 tone box Chevy with the black hood
Seats come out all packed up
P's for the 18 like a Mac truck
You a dope boy？ So what
If I gave you my connect
You'd blow up
Sawed off layin' flat on the sofa
They'll twist that lid like a soda
Uncle Critter putting plugs on the motor
We gotta get to Tennessee no holdups
We ain't getting rich bitch
We getting over
All for the love of
Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack it up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feeling stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana
Crowbar sits in the carjack
Fill the gas tank up with a fun pack
Son I don't wanna see you til' you come back
If you get caught, you know where the money's at
Throwing loose rocks on a dirt road
Police on your throat like a chokehold
Rollin' through town with a boatload
I'm feelin' like a trailer park mogul
Sweat can't roll down the windows
Cuz the doors jammed up with the elbows
I think I see cops, I can't tell though
If I ride too close, they'll smell dope
My phone blowin' up, I promise
They waitin' on the package from the runner
I made enough just for the summer
All for the love of
Marijuana
Growin' it up
Cut it down
Pack if up
Pass it around
Everybody loves some
Marijuana
Makes you happy
Feelin stupid
Girls get horny
When they use it
Everybody smokes some
Marijuana
9.That's What We On Now
Lyricist：Michael Atha, Kawn Prather, William Washington
Yeah, so you might see me wit' uh, 87, rusty
I been on that but uh, you need ta get on that
Holler at cha mang
Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter mang
Flick a parliament, hub cap ornament
Deer head on the wall, it's a bubba thang
Not just sparks but I'm sparkin' a Parliament
Again I'm a chain smoker
Stuck to the flame poker I'm hot
Keep the party goin', don't stop
New shoes, thrifty Bill Cosby sweater
Drinkin' out the keg no greek frat letters
Bumpin' skinny pimp, Petty and Eddy Vetter
Aint no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards
You better check tha Y E L A W O L F
Buddy I'm in ya ash tray like a toenail clip
Flick, flick the cherry, don't ash on my sofa
I'm on some new mobile home shit come on ova
Keep heavy metal like a ton of boulders
Check out my donk it's dirty brown
I know it's dirty brown boy
That's what we on now
Yeah, holler, I got 20 bucks
And I don't give a fuck
A pretty country girl
And a pick up truck, yeah
That's what we on now
Doller at che, yeah
When the sticks meet the bricks
You gon' see all a 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 and a pick up truck, yeah
That's what we on now
When the sticks meet the bricks
That's what we on now
All a my people up in this bitch, bitch
Lemonade is made from lemon's a？
Then I'ma make fine china from a paper plate
I'ma dip low, like paper planes
In the Chevrolet, like it's a major thang
Sign a major deal, with a major payne
They gave me a budget
I bought a bicycle frame
I rode that bitch around Walnut park
Put a stack in my pocket and then blew it at Wal-Mart
On a jacket, a pistol, and a packet of blow darts
If you enter my skull, you 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 wire you drive for hours
You won't see nothin'
But palm trees and wild fires
And BOOM! Out pops a B Boy
The mossy oak is dirty brown
I know it's dirty brown boy
That's what we on now
Yeah, holler, I got 20 bucks
And I don't give a fuck
A pretty country girl
And a pick up truck, yeah
That's what we on now
Doller at che, yeah
When the sticks meet the bricks
You gon' see all a 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 and a pick up truck, yeah
That's what we on now
When the sticks meet the bricks
That's what we on now
All a my people up in this bitch, bitch
Jimmy crack corn, then he threw a bar stool
Mother goose broke a wing and still flew the coup
She gave Jimmy 20 bucks and threw him a deuce
Left Jimmy on the 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 coop when you need a new roof
Give me the whole stake from the ruler to the two
Give me the ruler too, measure it up
There's good money in the Pyrex mesurin' 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 tha 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 all about'
That's what we on now
Yeah, holler, I got 20 bucks
And I don't give a fuck
A pretty country girl
And a pick up truck, yeah
That's what we on now
Doller at che, yeah
When the sticks meet the bricks
You gon' see all a 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 and a pick up truck, yeah
That's what we on now
When the sticks meet the bricks
That's what we on now
All a my people up in this bitch, bitch
10.Trunk Muzik
Lyricist：Michael Atha, William Washington
Trunk Muzik
Trunk Muzik
Straight from the back of the game I rock it
Yelawolf's got that crack, boy
In the woods with the SK I'm cockin'
You don't want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like past Detroit
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my cronic 7
And I'm about to get down
Look at me changin' lanes
Twin pipes lookin' like dragon's breath
Chevrolet's throwin' flames
Yes I know it's strange
Hit you with a left, I pull the chains
Bitch, you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that 808
I'll drop it in your face like
DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets
With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 come up, fade away
Ain't no better way to get down
Told you I was coming
Said I'd be here in 5
And even though I brought you glasses
You still can't believe your eyes
But if you don't believe it by now
Fuck it, just lean to the side
Hold up, wait a minute, I don't really
Wanna leave without a single solitary
So when needed for I'll bring it to 'em
If you're sailin' catch my drift
Lead me to the door, check my list
Meet me at the floor, catch this fist
Or meet me at the store catch this lick
Feel this house flip this brick
Real skateboarders feel this grip
Moving threw the alley way
Look at the people tripping
'Cause I'm only chopping like
DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets
With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 come up, fade away
Ain't no better way to get down
I have to be the hardest, I have diamond nuts
I piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines 'em up
Catfish Billy half pines 'em up
Yellow wolf country fries 'em up
Pull 'em in duffle bag
Then I roll up in a river then I hold up
Watch what the fuck you hold up
Dynamite sticks will blow up
Ghetto vision got this sold up
Roll up, smoke up
Everybody wish'n they choose us
But we don't give a fuck you know us
I know you didn't see me coming
But I'm coming anyway
Bitch yellow wolf is style'n on
DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets
With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down
If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 come up, fade away
Ain't no better way to get down
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the 808 come up, fade away
Ain't no better way to get down
11.I Wish
I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking
pucker
I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the
Slugger
Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother
You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding
knuckles
Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat
Underneath the concrete like a street plumber
Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves
Cover the？ sleeves I got it, believe it momma
Corny motherfuckers we shuck em
And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah
Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol
I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears
Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook
I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit shit gonna flop
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop
Bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker would
Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook
I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook
I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook
Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf
I got more numbers than a yellow book
And I took more shots than Carmello took
So I'm used to being an underdog
Send my goons to come assault every last one of y'all
No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off
Look up？ whenever I want to call
I'm a convict but I don't wear orange
I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form
I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane
Nigga so I guess you could say I'm airborne
I'm running my city getting my mayor on
Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms
I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that
clip cocked
I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain't kush that's in my
zip look
I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain't hip hop, bitch my
shit hot
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker would
Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver
Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver
Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival
This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival
Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers
A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter
I'm awesome, different from the rest of you rappers
And that's real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened
This is chemistry？
Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets
And I doubt if you know what it really means
Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis
When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this
Born into poverty, hard torn obviously
That ain't going so we trying to figure out how to eat
Older brother hustling, momma working overtime
Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping bank it's soda time
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't straight drop
yams fresh out the pot
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a trout spot
serving it to a block
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come
and order your rocks
I wish a motherfucker would
I wish a motherfucker would
12.Get The Fuck Up!
Though many have come＊
there will never be another one
quite like
YELAWOLF
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk
Yea, batter chip some throwing dirt bare chumps
Sling shot rocks broke no money numbs
Looking up too D boys with the pretty dunks
Slick sit down you ain't in the city thump
Special K make the kitties come
Get you some get mini guns
Move a rock tip those down petting on
Get your own dicks sip on give the dog a bone
Sitting' on bigger chrome get us home
Bird fight pit fight for the good zone
Looking at the world like what I do wrong
Nothing but a male mantra coming back for the pickup
I'm a gift you can't get rid of
Reclined on me homie I'm a make ya sit up
Get drunk do it stay slide so let up scream like
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa
Let the beat ride like that
Yea I'm a thunderbird never coming back
Thunder in the trunk thunder in the dope sack
I serve a mot thunder in the dope raps (BOOM)
Big lacks in the tall grass sit with the tires flat
Real good price body you should buy that
Blink and you might pass my town
Hold in the wall king my crown
Oh but of all things my sound
Is picking up like a 30 mile long train
Slow climb up but it's such a long drain
So how did I become up pickup all names
What if every tale like it could bar drains
The headless horsemen won an untamed like
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up
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