Yelawolf - I See You Lyrics

"I See You" is the new hip hop song performed by Yelawolf.

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Yelawolf - In This World Lyrics

In This World Lyrics is performed by Yelawolf

Hook
It’s getting hard to be me
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at Me
And If I ever need something, I’ma get it for myself
Cause I’m the Only person thinking ‘bout me
It’s getting hard to be me
Every where I Go, somebody’s looking at me
And if you gon’ compare me at all best Compare me to myself
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me!

Verse 1
In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray
Sh sh shh Hhhh shut up muthafucker don’t disrespect these country ways Yeah!
Alabama, if yeen know, I ain’t hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean Low
Yeah, I’m the theme show Stereotypical beanpole
Slim, tall, tatted Let me add that I gotta green glow
From all the Mountain Dew that I Consume from a mason jar, in a racing, chase it with a tall ice brew
Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally
Trash bag Full of Freon, I’m huffin’ puffin’ on potpourri
That gummo’s squeaky Swingin’ gate in front of that trap house
Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that ac out

Hook

Verse 2
Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet Trunk I’m hiding
About ten Bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment
Came to the Game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill
That’s the Kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill'd
Siding on the single wide got Icicle steel, too cold
Gotta kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf?
Daddy’s in jail again for shuffling pills, we know
Man I’ve only Come to give you a peep show, (in this world )
I run across the South Like a wild stream, smiling
I’ve seen more colorful mushrooms than a Child’s dream On an Island
Desolate left behind
Cause my state, is a State of crime
God said, 1979, go change the minds ( in this world )

Hook

Verse 3
Yelawolf. Hi, my name is
President O ‘Bama I’m so shameless
I’m taking It all so what am I saying is
I’m the voice of every small town (in this World )
Like a light and a pipe with a mic and take flight in this life
What A sight, put a vice grip lock on my right to fight despite
The way you may feel about sights and sounds that I might put down About prices found on a sack of that white
Heaven is a place in a 7/11
I can never get away from hell
Found hell in the bible-belt and found Love in a 6-pack up on the shelf
Went to the seashore to see more but Leroy didn’t seem sure to me
So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought The hat and bought the Tee
Converted him Y’all
I gave him convertible Thoughts
When he saw that big buck hangin’ on the wall (Yeah)
I’m off By a millimeter
I’m on by a Million light years and 2 liters
A pint of Moonshine I ride a 2 seater Take a ride In this world..

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Yelawolf Ft. Eminem & Gangsta Boo - Throw It Up Lyrics

Throw It Up Lyrics is performed by Yelawolf Ft. Eminem & Gangsta Boo

[Gangsta Boo - Hook]
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from round here, you don’t rep my shit
You aint from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch

[Yelawolf]
I already got 2 cars on the yard that don’t run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
The f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding, bitch I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin’ like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I’m in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I’m outta this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the surface
And I’m bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I’m feeling I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don’t wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Hook]

[Gangsta Boo - Verse 2]
Bitch please you don’t wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
I’m up in the building, preaching to my children
I don’t be taking no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha, Na-nani-nah-nah
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that ? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi river
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I’m worser
I’ll hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind game
My nigga, I’m a lion untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes
You aint ready for it bitch

[Hook]

[Eminem - Verse 3]
Me an’ Yelawolf tear the roof off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you’re a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello tuts you look so eloquent, it’s what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I’m tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in her face an’
Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HO
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada chance
I was thinkin’ about buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what’dya know
They don’t carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you mutherf-ckin’ hoe bags
What a trailer trash pioneer?
I am here, that’s why I’m here
I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a mutherf-ckin’ diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don’t gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell ‘em all to go get BUCKED
But I’m not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up

[Hook]

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Yelawolf - Let's Roll Lyrics (Ft. Kid Rock)

Let's Roll Lyrics is performed by Yelawolf Ft. Kid Rock

[Kid Rock - Hook]
Yeah, I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it off
I made my own lane, let’s roll, lets roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’mma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll

[Verse 1]
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around
How I was raised, 808 drums quaking they shake that box 88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate but I still in the shade
With a fold out chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A B-A-M-A I’m off I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
Bring me case, yeah I’m bringing a case
I’m gettin’ throwed off…

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy
Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Split you in my overalls
Yeah home of the ?, got a couple folks that’d do it to you for hundo
That dixie cups gonna fall off the console
You don’t wanna have a convo and not understand that ‘Bama slanguage
Like hollerin’ ain't it, but I come to paint it so it won’t be throwed off?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m just a kid that rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
You bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
Now I bang beretta’s, she’s 22 and I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog
Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off

[Hook]

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"Let’s Go" Lyrics - Travis Barker Ft. Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes & Lil Jon

Travis Barker Ft. Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes & Lil Jon - Let’s Go Lyrics

[Intro]

[Busta Rhymes]

Before I

Tell ya that im in it just give everybody a movie

They never seen imma hit ‘em with another elbow

Let me get up everybody, on your mark, so ya ready? Lets go

WOW! Ok, here we go again you see the way I’m blowin and

I’m like a mangala the way I be mangalin the beat

they call me DRACULA then you see the FANGS goin in

WOW! Uh huh, everybody know that imma come and imma go

Then I gotta(??) my show

keys to the ignition and step on the gas

and bust a bottle a pour me shot in my glass

where we at where we at WHERE WE AT?

And we back up in the building and we coming with a scorcher

Yall aready know who it is its Busta Bust and Travis Barker

Back seat of me see we gotta go when we hit the fire trucks everybody better know

That we bout to let it blow and we gotta get it you, everybody if your rollin wit me

(Lets go)

[Hook- Lil Jon]

Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go

Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go

Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go

[Twista]

I already spit it to the rhythm of the piano so now I gotta give the drummer some

Put the T up on the track will be phenomenal cuz when it come to havin a hit imma have another one.

Blink 182 times when you the Twista with Travis, madness

Kind of like a savage, grab it and murder it with the ? blood

Im a canvas and its kinda incredible how I spit it and get up of middle intricate piles of a kick drum.

Diabolical, the lyrical flow that’ll swallow if you theoretical thinkin that you can get some.

Imma hit’em with the Lamborghini flow with the speed of a Bugatti

I’m from another planet when I spit a verse with the weed in my body. And imma…

Hurt ‘em every time I get up in the booth, sippin on the liquor 182 proof

Mad when they that shit they neva let me loose outta the cage and seem what imma do

Its Twista the jace and the rock on the track, and hit cha with the Midwest flow

Even if you aint ready yet, all I gotta say is ready set, (lets go)

[Hook]

[Yelawolf]

Drive by, hit chu with the two piece combo while I’m hangin out the window of your Daddy’s Lambo

Scramble eggs, I got scrambled ammo, leave you on top of the water like a banana boat

Yea I’m an animal, everybody’s edible and Yelawolf is headed fo’ your arm and hand and yo….head, I’m a cannibal.

BUT if it’s a man (?) so I can fuck and antelope

Soooo, send him to me in a minute when your finished and ill put him in a vice grip

ill put an end to the image and send it (?) fuckin with the mic grill

(?) pull the trigger back in a submarine with sub machine loaded, in an ocean, high deep, keep him on the submarine imploded

cry my name mothaf-cker bomb an osis, me and im sick in the prog(a)nosis,

got more bars than 45(?) and I put you behind them and I’m like adios bitch

I can make your mamma really proud to know me, and your buck daddy is kinda lonely.

Give me fifty bucks in penny rolls just to be in one of my videos yea homie lets go.

[Chorus]

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Rough Lyrics by The Game Ft. Yelawolf

The Game Ft. Yelawolf - Rough Lyrics

[Game - Verse 1]

What do you do when life gets too hard for you

Shed tears or is that to hard for you

I’m just a man, reflection of my family

Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me

I got kids, I got friends

Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this benz

I care about Will he was dying and he needed me

I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me

But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber

Guess America don’t like Canada we some f-ckin heathens

Game can’t watch his mouth thats why his daddy beat him

Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him

Finally got a black president look at how they treat him

Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?

What happened to the music that I know

I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono

[Game: Verse 2]

The living, the dead

These Dre beats, my head

My life, featuring Wayne

That was Jayceon, this is Game

Adjacent to the fame aint chasing a damn thing

So tonight let all of your pain be champagne

I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill

I might give you a pass depending how I feel

The bi polar bear

They said the end of the World is comin I know it’s here

Cuz California cold this year

Detox, R.E.D

MC’s dead

Kill them softly like Lauren Hill

Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a n-gga in a foreign wheel

We all born to die, some of us born to kill

If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will

[Yelawolf: Verse 3]

Never I thought I’d see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot

And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about

Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can’t wait

Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?

I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it’s cool

Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too

Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll

Long barrell .38 loaded I’m John Wayne in Geronimo

So I dont really know whats got some these p-ssies panties in a ball

Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin’ in God

And leavin’ my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross

A cross that I didn’t see until I was nailed to it for believin’ at all

That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it

I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall

Oh I’m a redneck? F-CK YOU tatted on my neck

I’ll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep

Bitch!

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