Hard White (Up In The Club)

[Intro:]
It's your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me
What's up Yela, you know it's time to crank the club up again.

[Ver1:]
Yea, you ain't gotta lay down your back to know you already fucked up
Letting me in the motherfucking game is like letting me drunk drive in your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club I already had 5 in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's looking 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 fucking Jack bottle, with Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with a tank top, cuz I spit so very
Dumb quick and scary
That's why they so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics, with a spike 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
What the fuck does it matter to me
Cuz after me they'll only be wannabe's, and mostly ain't never gonna be's
Yea, in this forest I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots they run deep I'm.

[Hook:]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens
That's a win, win situation
Happy Birthday, I'm feeling 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.

[Ver2:]
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 feeling
They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rapping
I'm building with one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my singlewide door
Raised by them dope boys so I know how them thangs look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace Wayne Bush
I don't cut my shit. I don't break it down
For you motherfuckers out there waiting around for some rap savior
You better look up at what it is that you're facing now
Cuz Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd probably drink Vodka
I still kick at the party when I get rich
Cuz rich or broke, I'm still as dope
The realist ain't as real as this
Dead or alive I put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never see rock n' roll do hip hop like I did I'm.

[Hook:]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens
That's a win, win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feeling 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 fick
Up in the club, don't give a fuck, up in the club still don't give a fuck
Yeah, yeah we don't give a fuck.

It's Ghet-O-Vision, Shady
Still don't give a fuck, naw your boy Lil Jon, we rep the south!
Happy Birthday, Alabama!

Up in the club, don't give a fuck!
Up in the club still don't give a fuck!
I ain't in the building I own the building bitch!