Showing posts with label Yelawolf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yelawolf. Show all posts

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Yelawolf - Big Nutz Lyrics


Yelawolf - Big Nutz Lyrics:
I got nutz on the mike you can hear it on stereo
see on the palm from mother fucking I’m teary oh
beast to en cherry oh, balance is from the swinging roll
there it goes catch the speed and make them all who stereo
got em dizzy and really get it like Mary Joe
round with the..that battle is packing in every show
yeah I sound like a savage..can let it flow
you ain’t a big foot you just to get it though
bet your mamas smoking who plus with the..rose
ain’t you gonna start but you got a pair of dough
but who’s to drop in there’s no..
Hook:
Got a lot of juice, big crops
running over mother fuckers see the big truck
looking dead in the face bitch roll
big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
big nutz
Slapping the shit out the biggest mother fucker in the room
disrespecting my family I got big nutz
got a lot of juice yeah, big crops
big.., big nutz yeah
So people wanna buy..talk shit I get slow, fuck your way
everybody thinks that I got..and I walk around like..what your name
pull out the iPhone make it forward in a few make it..soldier game
acting me by a rap what..what’s my lane
won’t be the snap back my..that quick I’m fucking crazy
if I gotta keep go man like a grow man I feel such a baby
get to cross and I have the best ’cause I feel suffocated
you say run it out mouth ’cause I got your body..pop your place
say yellow what’s the lane,
ain’t shit with the gas price ’cause I steal it in the bad life
with my own lane and I’m doing on fuck your name
it’s a game that a minute game and I wanna fuck ’cause I’m lot to play
dude fucking hey and I know you got to hate
[Hook:]

Friday, 6 July 2012

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.

Thursday, 5 July 2012

Yelawolf - Let Me Out Lyrics

Yelawolf - Let Me Out Lyrics:

Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out x 2
How ya feeling Billy?
Guess Billy’s feeling good
And I’m looking around this club like
Man I wish a motherfucker would!
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let’s go, brick wall, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(yea tell em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I’m feeling the vibe
Drinking Jack, holding pills
Fuck with my, motor skills
Can’t drive, hold the wheel
Hey, somebody come let me out
Call me gay? Can’t talk
Homie ya, can’t walk
Marijuana, fuck y’all
Hey somebody come let me out
Ain’t it beef? Meat racks
Kill em all, big macs
Shady bitch, quick raps
Tell your mama don’t worry about ya
She’ll be a couple of minutes,
She’s good to walk around the club with Yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Just a little while mama)
oh, somebody come let me out (haha)
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let’s go, brick wall, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(yea tell em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I’m feeling the vibe
Alabama, neighborhood
Load it up, wish you would
Big body, grippin wood
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cadilacs, Chevrolets, famous bama made
Country fresh, all day
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cocaine, Eric Clapton
Rock n roll, what’s happening?
These nuts, fuck rapping!
I ain’t vaine, I’m just saying
I’m saying something about a motherfucker
Who has been a value to something that I like
You can suck a dick, a lot
Whole bunch, whole bunch of them motherfuckers
Heart of disie,
Dj frank white and m16 let’s go!
1,2,3,4 hey!
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I’m feeling the vibe x 2
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out.

Yelawolf - Howdy Lyrics

Yelawolf - Howdy Lyrics:

On behalf of Alabama I just wanna say
The Heart of Dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ Frank White, my name is Yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin’ dime
Like I didn’t wake up in the back of the bus that’s finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers’ co-sign sometimes?
Like Radioactive failed, well livin’ this time
I’m even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I’m one of the best, I’m just lyin’
When my Uncle buddy call and ask, I say I’m just fine
But I feel like I haven’t made it, Uncle but I’m just tryin’
Or maybe I’m just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and never said “I got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [?] I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the [?] without a license plate
To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape
Yeah, that’s writing on the wall by the county [?]
He’s a friend of mine [?] and that I can’t replace
If I’m in [?], he’s in [?] and we both get a play (church)
This ain’t no crew, it’s a family so get it straight (church)
So Father you can tell God to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘Cuz I know some of these people think I’m a certified artist now
But the butterfly’s still above and I’m above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
And it’s been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it’s been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! How you been?! Amen!
The Heart of Dixie’s in this bitch, yeah I’m Dixie witch
But if I don’t have y’all, I ain’t got shit
Gadsden…
Throw it up, it’s that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
‘Cause I might as well be dropped
Back in Gadsden and cuttin’ grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
Before I become complacent on the [?] level that I’m at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that’s fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me [?]
The pain in the mic [?]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought [?]
Around suckers dying for chains [?]
The new South’s got a new hope with a [?] and a [?]
[?] and [?], the truth’s in him, yeah I’m a [?] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about wane
I refrain [?]
I’m a [?], just ride the beat homey, it’s over
Whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, ‘cuz I’m out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of Dixie

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

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.

Friday, 16 March 2012

Yelawolf - Can It Be (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yelawolf - Can It Be (Freestyle) Lyrics:
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yelawolf is only getting funky
yes mommy i am a foul coming there for me
hit the fame one soul than i sound junky
the soul cracker should hit rappers like …
it is overgrown but they couldn’t have my path for me
i am in the junky business see an ass .. coming
fuck it bitch .. with my hands in a mad .. like a mad mommy
leaf .. around the truck lash money .. to get the cash from me
treat everybody to the wall like a crash dummy
-.. to the last coming never seen so funny like i do rap honey
…i want it all i want to last something if there is something
something to be got i wanna eat the rats and the rats nothing
and if the … monkey i am a gorilla of the …that is hungry
hungry enough to eat a .. with glass when i am confi .. glass monkey
give it up like i have given my .. monkey or give it up .. cash
form one family values is a .. sunny when you are from alabama
even grandmas are looking for that fast money

i say hoody how you are doing up there
hello i am sorry is anybody fucking care
.. hang to my throat .. reach for .. i won’t believe it
if you say i don’t deserve it i am worth it
i work the deed .. reason to be a part of the deed
is a .. preacher seek i receive to go even if i win
with a mission like steven seagel .. should know when you see the eagle
like a baby driving the eagle .. the story cause i am not boring
.. purple rain on my roof leaky .. i am too strong
.. on an empty street and the night is too ..
how i have been to me is a ..
how you have been 3 3 3

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Ace Hood - Shit Done Got Real ft. Busta Rhymes & Yelawolf Lyrics

Ace Hood - Shit Done Got Real ft. Busta Rhymes & Yelawolf Lyrics:
What the f*ck this industry
God bless my enemies
Too many light nigga shine to speak
So they find the beat so they don’t bother me
But I’m, any nigga can rap but I’m ..again
I.. I’ll be the truth guess who ..
Desk me in the drop top .. shots in your back of your head
And we .. again don’t ..
..to the little like a flow to a little ..
I’m a dog and I’m all in the middle ..got balls on middle
I can’t call plus a nigga ..out real fast for all of my niggas
Got a mail f*ck that nigga I’m good in a way ..
Got damn i feel so amazing ask for the .. statement
Don’t .. when i .. my base, nigga f*ck ..

Hook:
Hey y’all for them bitches .. it’s going them snitches
Talking out your ash
You gonna need a little more than the ..
More shit done got real, shit done got real, shit done got real
Any given day you could be victim mine
.. just prayin hope and day you see them ..sky
Shit done got real, shit done got real

I don’t really think these niggas i’ma ..with your face
Kind of ..nigga it’s getting kind of .. motha f*cka
I don’t really think you should approach me nigga

Rap lady I’m motha f*cka when you heard what i said
Try to play me coast nigga
I’m already bout to die when you .. nigga
.. see the white me
..nigga anyway …
…like you know me and i had to let it go nigga
…strip down
I know it was unbelievable .. like a ceremony
..blow me nigga
I wanna craft nigga .. talk about you ..
You nigga better know the deal when i come do
Better learn you gonna feel and you shit them got real
Shit then got real

[Hook:]

..did you say my name and ..
Two travel in this motha f*cka
Parkes like a … using niddles ..my name is ..
You need boe i’m so .. you ned to hope in the wish
….
Get my .. i’m going ..where am i going
..I’m incomparable ..and i’m bearable ..
..vegetables and i play wanna stay right next to though
I gotta keep it buddy and it was dirty and wet i get it clean
f*ck kicks i don’t … and i did it .. so when i white my shoes
hip hop welcomes ..and i leave a stand, hey ..bitch
that’s my way of sayin keep the change

[Hook:]

Friday, 25 November 2011

Yelawolf - Whip It Lyrics

Yelawolf - Whip It Lyrics:
ye, ye, ye-yela, ye, ye, ye-yela

[verse 1]
we hit the club, tore it up
mally mall’s got model sluts
fearin’ & loathin’ in las vegas, party, party, bottles up!
i’m feeling like a king, someone tell me where my robe is?
this nitrous oxide got me feeling like moses
laughin’ it up, laughin’ loud
twist it up until you tappin’ out
but yelawolf ain’t throwing in the towel
take a pull buddy, how you sound?
my voice feeling like i just swallowed a frog
i think i’m mr. t, i think i’m boss hog
(get, get, get) gettie up, promenade
rip it up, hit the stage
outta my mind yeah, wanna go craze
feeling like i wanna float around for days
she’s all about it, she’s getting rowdy
she likes to party! so whip it shawty!

[hook]
you gotta charge, i gotta charge!
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
you gotta charge, i gotta charge!
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard

[verse 2]
baby you and maybe you
need to come back to the naked room
whip it, whip, get with it
i’ll open you up like a baby ruth
she’s getting ripped, she’s getting striped
swimming in a funk i watch her skinny dip
you wanna feel ill, wanna get real
wanna pop a pill feel out of control
wanna know what i’m into though
that n2o
and cloud nine is somewhere down below
get on my level, look at the light show
you lay back in the way back of the maybach or lay back on the lazy boy
you can pay me back with a bj in the ‘lac, here enjoy!
she’s all about it, she’s getting rowdy
she likes to party! so whip it shawty!

[hook]
you gotta charge, i gotta charge!
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
you gotta charge, i gotta charge!
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard

[verse 3]
crazy youth, yeah, that trashy life
i’m getting high, i’m in my after life
rock star no holds barred
got new hoes sitting in old cars
and i’m feeling like the world is mine
arms wide open
one country at a time, middle fingers up
f*ck critics, nitrous in a bottle
b*tch whip it!

[hook]
you gotta charge, i gotta charge!
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
you gotta charge, i gotta charge!
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Yelawolf - The Last Song Lyrics

Yelawolf - The Last Song Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Everybody's asking me lately where I'm from
They wanna know what I've been through and what dirt I've done
But man if I told you what I've seen and been through then you probably run off
That your scared of the truth so its dead and secret line and chalk
See I've been lost ever since I could walk
Looking for my daddy and anyone of mamma's boyfriends who would talk
Or listen to me when I spoke instead of looking at me like a joke
Leaving me behind leaving me to cry when you treated my momma like a ho
But I learned quick that my daddy wasn't ever gonna come around
And I didn't give a shit cause me and my momma we held it down
No new kicks first day of school I'm goodwill bound
But when you come from the trench that's how you learn to walk around
So I don't give a fuck if you ever lay eyes on top of my new shoes homey
I just wanted you to know I didn't need a dollar from you I got 'em myself
So if you find yourself in the middle of the floor with the bottle drinking yourself lonely
Then you can keep company with the picture of me in the magazine on the shelf turn the page

(Hook)
Daddy can you see me? I'm putting on a show
In the magazines hear me on the radio
So what do you think huh?
(I hope that your proud now
To watch it all go down)
I'm sorry daddy you didn't get to watch me grow
Now I'm always on the road no time to say hello
Bye (and I hope that your proud now
To watch it all go down)

(Verse 2)
Yeah mamma you look great...perfect
Be safe on your first date...for certain
If he brings you home too late... I'll hurt him
Don't worry bout me I'm safe I'll close the curtains
And I feel like I'm raising you but what do I know baby blue
All I know is that I was made in you so I put all my faith in you
Yeah I was only ten but I felt like a man and I had to let you go
All I wanted was for us to be rich tear drops in my cereal bowl
So I turned into an asshole young and dumb smoking weed
Vandalizing,robbing houses, stealing cars, that was me
But everything I did I had to see
Feel the pain, had to grieve
To become who I am and I'm proud of the man I came to be
What I've learned cannot be taught
What I've earned cannot be bought
Justified deserve it all
So don't be concerned it's not your fault
I never counted sheep I count my blessings
So if you see him now momma don't give him the cold shoulder just give him my message just tell him

Hook 

Yelawolf - Write Your Name ft Mona Moua Lyrics

Yelawolf - Write Your Name ft Mona Moua Lyrics:
[Hook]
I’ll write your name
Across the sky
And take away the stars
Cos you light up the night
You as high as the moon
When you’re here with me
That’s why im gonna write your name
For the world to see

[Verse 1]
Another old name on the porch with the bottle
Wind blows and the old rocking chair wobbles
Hes just the waving, everybody’s welcome
All he can say about the youth is lord help ‘em
Got a couple grand babies, but they never call though
?left? in the south and they moved to Chicago
Wifes in heaven and, hes saying ever since
Vietnam lifes been hard as a veteran
Simple life, ?shifting? six pack, yeah ice cold
Across the georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane, I’d put it in the sky
Alabama

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
She’s in love, yeah, Friends call her crazy
Met him at a party, they started dating
Daddy’s little angel, Momma’s little lady
Only 16 now Brenda’s got a baby
She can’t afford to, drop out of high school
Jimmy’s not a man and he can’t provide you
He doesn’t want to, but you keep it anyhow
Nine months down the road, what you gonna do now
Go to the food stamp, ?
You can find a job, it’ll help you get by
And you made it when you didn’t know how
Now that’s a real star put her name in the clouds
Alabama

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You may never be on television or be the one
Your boss at work loves giving you employee of the month
May never be the first dream on a champion team
You may be the star the world just hasn’t seen
But that don’t make you any less of a star to God
Being rich is only realising it’s all a facade
You’re richer than you think in that old small town
Cos people like you make the world go round
Alabama

[Hook]
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