作词 : Michael Atha/D. Barnes/J. Horton/Mari Horton/S. Otis 作曲 : Michael Atha/D. Barnes/J. Horton/Mari Horton/S. Otis Yeah, hell of a day To load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring Into the night and break a bottle with the bullet Yes I'm 'bout it mother****er, not a single solitary thing Is missin' from my southern roots I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet And run it through the mud for giggles Huh, what a son of a ***** my momma raised into a rapper Who could tell story like my uncle when he's drinkin' Product of a workin' environment, **** is y'all thinkin'? Meanin' I'm workin'-workin' harder than any artist Can ever do it simply cause I'm made that way I build a house around your ass before you could realize That you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it Tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, I be that I'll just take it to the studio And drop a bomb on you from a mother****in' beanbag I need that.. Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet Talk til there’s nothing left to say Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gon’ have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns Then you’ll have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gone have to get away from me Man, I done been through it all I done been up and know what it is to fall Punk police feeling all on my balls Without a probable cause, cause a ***** sittin’ tall "Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?" Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair Got me pinned to the wall, like a ****ing thumb tack. "Dumb fat!" Dumb hell, criticize a ***** for the crack I sell Like you could give a **** if a ***** eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies Only cause I got Catfish on my side ***** I'm headed up, up to the sky Roll up, let's get high Wavin' them bye, I need that Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet Talk til there’s nothing left to say Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gon’ have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns Then you’ll have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gone have to get away from me 20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out Still piss on your porch and still **** in your house Then put my **** in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in **** on the floor, skeet on the couch Which one of you ugly mutha****ers think you thug enough or rugg enough Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up (huh) The most retarded mother****er in the whole wide world Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to **** with it If you in say you in, and if you is handle your muther****in’ business Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win! Not a nan’ ‘nother ***** outta there can compare To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs I need that! Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet Talk til there’s nothing left to say Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gon’ have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns Then you’ll have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gone have to get away from me
[00:00.000] 作词 : Michael Atha/D. Barnes/J. Horton/Mari Horton/S. Otis [00:01.000] 作曲 : Michael Atha/D. Barnes/J. Horton/Mari Horton/S. Otis [00:02.33]Yeah, hell of a day [00:03.13]To load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring [00:04.81]Into the night and break a bottle with the bullet [00:06.15]Yes I'm 'bout it mother****er, not a single solitary thing [00:08.02]Is missin' from my southern roots I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet [00:10.68]And run it through the mud for giggles [00:12.30]Huh, what a son of a ***** my momma raised into a rapper [00:15.30]Who could tell story like my uncle when he's drinkin' [00:17.14]Product of a workin' environment, **** is y'all thinkin'? [00:20.08]Meanin' I'm workin'-workin' harder than any artist [00:21.91]Can ever do it simply cause I'm made that way [00:24.16]I build a house around your ass before you could realize [00:26.34]That you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made [00:28.12]So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it [00:30.10]Tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, I be that [00:31.83]I'll just take it to the studio [00:33.76]And drop a bomb on you from a mother****in' beanbag [00:36.15]I need that.. [00:37.07]Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s [00:40.43]Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet [00:43.99]Talk til there’s nothing left to say [00:46.33]Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways [00:50.30]Then you gon’ have to get away from me [00:53.00]Drink some, smoke some [00:54.83]You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns [00:59.15]Then you’ll have to get away from me [01:00.67]Drink some, smoke some [01:03.17]Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways [01:06.77]Then you gone have to get away from me [01:09.53]Man, I done been through it all [01:11.16]I done been up and know what it is to fall [01:12.84]Punk police feeling all on my balls [01:14.83]Without a probable cause, cause a ***** sittin’ tall [01:17.06]"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt [01:18.95]On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?" [01:20.98]Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair [01:23.05]Got me pinned to the wall, like a ****ing thumb tack. "Dumb fat!" [01:26.24]Dumb hell, criticize a ***** for the crack I sell [01:28.83]Like you could give a **** if a ***** eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall [01:33.15]Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies [01:35.33]Only cause I got Catfish on my side [01:37.16]***** I'm headed up, up to the sky [01:39.01]Roll up, let's get high [01:40.18]Wavin' them bye, I need that [01:42.14]Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s [01:45.51]Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet [01:49.06]Talk til there’s nothing left to say [01:52.11]Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways [01:55.56]Then you gon’ have to get away from me [01:58.04]Drink some, smoke some [01:59.99]You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns [02:04.15]Then you’ll have to get away from me [02:06.19]Drink some, smoke some [02:08.01]Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways [02:11.77]Then you gone have to get away from me [02:14.26]20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out [02:15.84]Still piss on your porch and still **** in your house [02:17.77]Then put my **** in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in [02:20.24]**** on the floor, skeet on the couch [02:21.87]Which one of you ugly mutha****ers think you thug enough or rugg enough [02:25.02]Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up (huh) [02:26.57]The most retarded mother****er in the whole wide world [02:28.96]Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to **** with it [02:30.63]If you in say you in, and if you is handle your muther****in’ business [02:35.52]Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win! [02:38.46]Not a nan’ ‘nother ***** outta there can compare [02:41.46]To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales [02:44.26]In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs [02:46.50]I need that! [02:47.25]Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s [02:50.56]Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet [02:54.42]Talk til there’s nothing left to say [02:56.56]Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways [02:59.15]Then you gon’ have to get away from me [03:03.22]Drink some, smoke some [03:04.94]You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns [03:09.15]Then you’ll have to get away from me [03:11.13]Drink some, smoke some [03:12.96]Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways [03:16.66]Then you gone have to get away from me
