Hard White (Up In the Club) [feat. Lil Jon]

It's your boy, Lil' Jon

Yeah

Got my party Yelawolf with me

(Yeah)

What's up Yela'?

You know it's time to crank the club up again (Yeah)

Let's go

You ain't gotta lay down on your back

To know you already fucked up

Lettin' me in the mutherfuckin' game

Is like lettin' me drunk drive in your truck

When Yelawolf arrived in this club

Already had five in my cup

I done took another hit and I run into a bitch

That's lookin' 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

But 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 the critics with a spiked dick

When it can fit barely

They probably think I'm a limp biscuit

That spits jelly

But 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 gonna be's

Yet in this forest I'm a lonely tree

My limbs are covered in tattoos

And my roots, they run deep

I'm two bottle shawty (Yeah)

Two bitches waitin' (Yeah)

Two tens, that's a win-win situation

Happy birthday (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 rappin', I'm buildin'

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 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 motherfuckers out there

Waitin' around for some rap savior

You better look up what it is that you facin' now

'Cause Jesus drives a Harley (Yeah)

The devil wears Prada (Yeah)

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, hey

Two bottle shawty (Yeah)

Two bitches waitin' (Yeah)

Two tens, that's a win-win situation

Happy birthday (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

Yeah

(Y'all know we don't give a fuck)

It's ghetto vision

(Yeah)

Shady

(Yeah)

Still don't give a fuck

(Your boy, Lil' Jon)

(We rep the south)

Happy birthday, Alabama

(Hey)

(Hey)

Up in the club

Don't give a fuck, ah

Up in the club

Still don't give a fuck

I ain't in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch