Yelawolf - White Boy Shit Lyrics

Yelawolf - White Boy Shit Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit

Candy bars, special K
Seeing stars in the middle of the day
Dude where’s my car? Chevrolet
If I snap the cops I have to bring the pepper spray
Took a fifth of jellybean to the face
No sweat, no chase
Party like a white boy, yeah I heard them say
Put your money where your mouth is, take a drink
Jack Daniels, Cpatain Morgan, Yago Bombs
Sill pouring
Man this motherfucking club shit is so boring
I need a dive park bitch, cause I’m on that

[Hook]
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit

At least that’s what I’ve been told
Smoking wizard out a rolled up tin foil
Everybody saying I’m a weirdo
With this silly automatic in my trench coat
Suburbs, Honda Civic’s
Paper hits a vest and I did it
Quarter pound in my locker in a hundred tabs
I was trippin balls in every class
Hippies wearing tie dye t shirts
Selling brownies at a fucking fish concert

Jugalo’s, Tech Nina, Wolfpack, shady fans, amen

[Hook]
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit

Fuck with the cops just to run
Get bored, make a pipe bomb
Friday nights, having fun
Is getting drunk and shitting, playing with a loded gun
My country’s no country for an old man
I got a mullet hawk, a bad girlfriend
Tattoo’s to my feet and back up again
Half pearl Jam, half Eminem
If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?
Fuck yeah, butt naked too
Cause I’m a jackass, forever 21
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn, cause

[Hook]
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit
I’m on that white boy shit,
That’s that white boy shit.

Yelawolf - White Boy Shit Lyrics

Yelawolf - Happy Father's Day Lyrics

Yelawolf - Happy Father's Day Lyrics

Yeah, I Just Thought It Was Appropriate To
Just To Give A Shout Out, Show My Appreciation To The Fathers
You Know I Hear A Lot Of Rappers Saying
Or Brag About Not Having Kids
But Guess What, I Do!
So I’d Like To Sing This Record Out
To All The Daddies, You Know The Real Daddies
Taking Care Of Shit

This One’s For The Skateboarders, Emcees, B Boys, Like Me
Street Artists And Magazines, Dj’s With Babies
Working Hard, You Never Sleep, Never Get To Spend They Time At Home
Send That Money But You Never See Him
Hard Ways Working, Daddy’s Gone
To The Brick Legging, Dirt Digging,
Burglar Flipping In The Fucking Kitchen
Just To Get That Friday
So You Could Bring Back What Was Missing
Every Day, It’ll Be My Kids Day,
End Of The Moth Is … Day
And If You Don’t Get Back To Work On Time
They Tax You For That Month’s Wage
For The D Boys Holding Weight
And For The Daddies Who Are Locked Away
Doing Time Cause You Was Doing Grind
But You Was On The Trying To Put Down A Plate
Maybe To Get Some Baby Jays, In The …That’s How We Raise
If You Could Be A Feed In A French Drive
When That Train Has Passed Away, I’ve Got To Say

Yeah, To All My Closest Friends
And All The Father Figures In My Life
You Know I Really, I Just Wanna Say Thank You, Yo, For Real

Happy Father’s Day, No Matter How You Getting Paid
You Hustle Hard, You Show The Way

Happy Father’s Day

Tell My Mama Not To Worry About Me
Cause I Ain’t Never Had A Second To Forgive My Dad
I Can’t Help Her To Believe In Myself
Is Not Really Good Choice
But No Matter I Be In The Building
When I Came To The World I Knew A Dad
But I Never Would Imagine I Will Be Young Dad
And I Grew Up Like Weed A Over Night, Through The Crack In The Concrete
Look At Me, Young Dad
Tell Me How To Walk Away From A Child
And I’ll Tell You How To Walk Away From A Million Doll Dad
If You Can Walk Away From A Million Bucks Then You Never Give A Fuck
You Dumb Luck Dad
To Look Up And See Your Man Above You
To Tell You That You Ain’t Invisible, That’s A Motherfucking Dad
So Why Did He Push You, And Teach You How To Fight
If You Didn’t Fight, Fucking Right, It’s A Good Dad
Gotta Take A Second Now Show Love To The Trailer Park Apartment .. Dads
Or Man Who Ain’t Got A Lot But In A Minute
He Would Drop It All, Do Anything He Could Do
Jesus, When I Go To Mama Who Never Had A Real Dad
Don’t Take It Out In The
You May Be Even The Man When He’s Only Tryna Become
A Real Daddy

Cause It Ain’t Easy
But It’s A Blessing Man
Makes You Work Hard
To All The Hard Workers Out There
I Just Wanna Say

Happy Father’s Day, No Matter How You Getting Paid
You Hustle Hard, You Show The Way
Happy Father’s Day.

Yelawolf - Happy Father's Day Lyrics

Yelawolf Ft. Lil Jon - Hard White (Up In The Club) Lyrics

Li’l Jon

It’s the boy Li’l Jon (Yeah!)
Got my patna Yelawolf wit’ me (Wassup Yela?)
You know it’s time to crank the club up
Let’s go!
Yelawolf

[Yelawolf - Verse 1]
You ain’t gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin’ me in the motherfuckin’ game is lettin’ me drunk-drivin’ your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that’s lookin’ lifeless and stuck
Baby, what’s wrong wit’ you now? What, you ain’t happy wit’ red bottoms?
Mad ’cause I’m in VIP wit’ a fuckin’ Jack bottle?
Wit’ Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch wit’ a tank top ’cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That’s why they’re so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics wit’ a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They prob’ly think I’ma Limp Bizkit, their spit’s jelly
But I put ‘em in the woods, I’m a redneck, I’m a hick, tell me
Go ahead: What the fuck does it matter to me?
‘Cause after me, there’ll only be wannabes, and mostly ain’t-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I’m a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin’
Two tens, that’s a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I’m feelin’ brand new
Drinks on me … for me, not you
Li’l Jon

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
Yela

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 rappin’, I’m buildin’
Wit’ 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 things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don’t cook my shit, I don’t break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin’ around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin’ now
‘Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he’d prob’ly 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 see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin’
Two tens, that’s a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I’m feelin’ brand new
Drinks on me … for me, not you
Li’l Jon

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 (Y’all know we don’t give a fuck)
It’s Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah)
Still don’t give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Li’l Jon)
(We rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
Up in the club
Don’t give a fuck
(Up in the club)
(Still don’t give a fuck)
(Up in the club)
(Still don’t give a fuck)
I ain’t in the buildin’, I own the buildin’, bitch!