It's the boy Lil' Jon
(Yeah)
Got my partner Yelawolf with me
(What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go, Yelawolf

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed
To know you already ***ked up
Letting me in the mother***king game
Is letting me drunk-driving your truck

When Yelawolf arrived in this club
Already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a *****
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 ***king Jack bottle?

With Tom, **** and Harry
But I got up in this ***** with a tank top
'Cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why they're so quick to compare me

But ***k the critics with a spiked **** when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me
Go ahead, what the ***k does it matter to me?

'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes
And mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos and my roots, they run deep

Two bottles, shawty, two *****es 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 ***k
Up in the club, don't give a ***k
Up in the club, don't give a ***k
Up in the club, still don't give a ***k

I don't know what to say after that first verse
I mean like damn, I just killed it
What the ***k 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 single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush

I don't cook my ****, I don't break it down
For you mother***ker, out there waiting around
For some rap savior
You better look up at what it is that you facing now

'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd probably drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get rich

'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope
The realest ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this *****
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two *****es 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 ***k
Up in the club, don't give a ***k
Up in the club, don't give a ***k
Up in the club, still don't give a ***k

Yeah
(Y'all know we don't give a ***k)
It's Ghett-O-Vision
(Yeah)

Shady
(Yeah)
Still don't give a ***k
(Nah, ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama

Up in the club, don't give a ***k
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a ***k)
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a ***k)
I ain't in the building, I own the building, *****