Listen to If You're Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough (From "Jackass Forever") [feat. Yelawolf] by DJ Paul

If You're Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough (From "Jackass Forever") [feat. Yelawolf]

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DJ Paul
DJ Paul
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Roger Alan Wade
Roger Alan Wade
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Roger Alan Wade
Roger Alan Wade
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One, two If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough, to know If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough Yeah, I come from a long line of hell raisin' billy's Whiskey in my liver jumpin' off the roof in Philly At the dive bar breakin' bottles, breakin' tables A marijuana smoker was the hand that rocked the cradle Couldn't keep me out of trouble, couldn't keep me outta water Ain't nobody partyin', nobody party harder Went to jail so many times, I got police outside the charter Took a private jet to Florida just to eat at Benihana's I just woke up from a bender on the beach out in my skivvies Spent all of my money in the rainbow room with Lemmy Babies throwin' lovin' at my Bama cousin Benny But Benny drank so much, he couldn't even get a semi' Black leather jacket, red boots, black jeans Climbin' off the stalk but I got no magic beans Just a .38 Revolver and some purple 'methazine Rest in peace Ryan Dunn, we gon' do for the team, for the team If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough When you get knocked down you gotta get back up I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough, to know If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough Hey, hey, see Once upon a time in Memphis, Tennessee I was ridin' through the projects with their work on me Gonna pick up Crunchy Black and get tattoos on our back Me and GetHigh Chris were drinkin' on some yak Ridin' dirty in my orange suburban with the gold fleece Gold fat boy face dirty like Scarface We was in the wrong place at the wrong time Orange suburban in the projects midnight Next thing I know, you know how it goes Then we gettin' pulled over by the po-po I said, "No, no" when I had blow, and two Glocks Bright idea, put 'em in the same stash box Dickhead, Dickhouse, shit what I did They brought the dogs and they found the Glocks When they sniffed out my briggs Now they got me in a cell And this shit is hot as hell, what I'd trade for quarter mil Waitin' for me in my crib If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough, to know If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough C'mon motherfuckers! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! Keep up! And cut
Writer(s): Paul D Beauregard, Michael Wayne Atha, Tim Moore, Roger Alan Wade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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