Yelawolf

Travis Barker, yeah, let, let, let's go
(Let's go)
Lil' Jon, Yelawolf, let, let, let's go
(Let's go)

Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes
(Let's go)
Holla 'em

Before I
Take another minute just to give everybody a movie
Never seen, I'ma hit 'em with another (Elbow)
Let me get up everybody
That be movin' with Travis Barker
On your mark, so ya ready? (Let's go)
Wow, okay, here we go again
You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin'
The way that I'd be manglin' the beat, they call me Dracula
Then they see the fangs goin' in
Wow, uh huh
Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh
Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do
A body to the beat
In other way, we givin' them a show
Keys to the ignition and step on the gas
And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass
Where we at, where we at, where we at?
And we back up in the building
And we coming with a scorcher
Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker
Back to the beat, see we gotta go
When we hit the fire trucks, everybody better know
That we 'bout to let it blow
And we gotta get it yo, everybody if you really wit me
(Let's go)

Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

I already spittin' to the rhythm of the piano
So now I gotta give the drummer some
Put the T up on the track, I be phenomenal
'Cause when it come to havin' a hit, I'ma make another one
Blink a 182 times when you see the Twista with Travis, madness
Kinda like a savage, grab it
And murder with the art like blood on the a canvas, 'anis
Kinda incredible how I can spit it
And get up of middle intricate piles of a kick drum
Diabolical, the lyrical flow
That'll swallow if you theoretical thinkin' that you can get some
I'ma hit'em with the Lamborghini flow
With the speed of a Bugatti
I'm from another planet when I spit a verse
With the weed in my body
And I'ma hurt 'em every time I get up in the booth
Sippin' on the liquor, 182 proof
Now they wanna say they should have never let me loose
Outta the cage, now come and see what I'ma do
It's Twista the jace, and The Rock on the track
And they hit you with the midwest flow
Even if you ain't ready yet, all I gotta say is ready set
(Let's go)

Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo
While I'm hangin' out the window of your Daddy's Lambo'
Scrambled eggs, I got scrambled ammo
Leave you on top of the water like a banana boat
Yeah, I'm an animal, everybody's edible
The Yelawolf is headed for your arm and your hand
And yo' head, I'm a cannibal
But if it's a man's hoppin' with the fans like a fucking antelope
Soooo send him to me in a minute when you're finished and I'll put him in a vice grip
I'll put an end to the image
And I'll send it in the, via independent fucker with the mic grill
I'm highest pimpin', pull the trigger back
In a submarine with sub machine loaded
In an ocean, high deep
Keep him underneath the submarine imploded
Cry my name, motherfucker vamanos
It's me and I'm sick in the prognosis
Got more bars than 25
And I put you behind them and I'm like, alley op it
I can make your mama really proud to know me
And your broke daddy is kinda lonely
Give me fifty bucks in penny rolls
Just to be in one of my videos, yeah, homie let's go

Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Yeah (burr)
Go white girl, its ya birthday [x2]
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Go white girl, its ya birthday
Yelawolf mane and Gucci
Holleratche mane

So I got this twelve pack (burr)
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin, I just wanna party

[Verse 1 - Yelawolf]
Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale
Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she wont kiss and tell
[inaudible], pack the pack and drink the ale
Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell
Dont think I can lean my chair
Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin 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 aint gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train
Reachin for the bottles baby, tell me what you want again

[Chorus]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Got ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted its scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Lets party like its 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip imma hippopotamus, I'm roarin up that rinoshorus
Shes jockin and its obvious, I land in your metropolis
Don't know who the baby's 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 Mcartney
I'm 80 bottles 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

Thats 14,Im keeping em around all morning till i get tired of em

[Chorus]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Got ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party

[Verse 3 - Yelawolf]
Cocanie 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 powin powin
Slow motion got hos 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 moon, take em to the mouth
How we do it down south and (what)
I'm always going going,
Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
Crop dusting on the Boeing
Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)
Cook it up, make a meal(ey)
Gettin stupid, gettin silly
Drinkin beer(ey), also chile
Fucked up but I'll tell you that I cant complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained

[Chorus]
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Got ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party
I just wanna party [x3]
We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer
Wit ya girl in my ear sayin
I just wanna party

(Gucci Mane) (Outro)
Bama!
We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah)
Yellow, Gucci (BURR)
That's hard

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 Mossy Oak 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

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

Lyrics Added By Paul Rotella