[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers
[00:00.88] 作曲 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers
[00:01.76][Yelawolf]
[00:02.08]I see you talking loud but you ain't saying shit
[00:04.57][Hook: Gangsta Boo]
[00:05.47]Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit
[00:08.31]You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er
[00:11.17]You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
[00:14.15]Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er
[00:17.13]Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
[00:19.91]You ain't ready for it mother****er
[00:24.30]Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
[00:26.92]So why would I wanna break shit down for you
[00:27.93][Verse 1: Yelawolf]
[00:29.11]I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run
[00:30.66]Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker bitch
[00:32.56]Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch
[00:34.70]Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker mother****er
[00:37.24]Really you kidding, mother****er I'm the prodigal son
[00:40.23]If I'm not hardly the one
[00:41.55]You must be barely the one billionth
[00:43.20]Running over mother****ers in first
[00:45.88]And I'm stunting like my Daddy
[00:47.46]D-dr-d-drinking like my Mama
[00:48.76]C-c-country like my uncles
[00:51.00]Stuttering like a CD in a donk
[00:52.00]BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP
[00:52.93]And I'm in a blue Chevy
[00:54.19]I ain't even shit gears yet
[00:55.47]I ain't even *************ft gears yet
[00:56.78]I ain't even here yet, I'm outta this Earth
[00:58.49]Right, yeah ho
[00:59.47]But I just hit the surface
[01:00.65]And I'm bout to walk into a bank
[01:01.72]With a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk
[01:03.69]Where the keys
[01:04.62]So get the **** outta my way buddy
[01:05.78]I gotta brick of herb
[01:06.71]And I hit the syrup
[01:07.56]And I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
[01:09.43]Yelawolf and Eminem shit
[01:10.84]You don't wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog
[01:12.58]Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick bitch
[01:13.70]I see you talking loud but you ain't saying shit
[01:15.18][Hook]
[01:16.08]Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit
[01:18.01]You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er
[01:20.91]You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
[01:23.93]Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er
[01:26.91]Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
[01:29.86]You ain't ready for it mother****er
[01:32.61]Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
[01:36.77]So why would I wanna break shit down for you
[01:37.80][Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
[01:38.64]G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a mother****er hit his knees when
[01:41.26]G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a mother****er hit his knees when
[01:43.91]I'm up in the building, preachin' to my children
[01:46.67]I don't be taking no bullshit from you haters
[01:48.34]You'll make me hurt one of your feelings
[01:49.93]Ha ha ha ha
[01:50.90]Nah nah ni nah nah
[01:52.56]Pick your face up off the floor
[01:54.14]I got you feeling sad now
[01:55.54]You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bullshit
[01:58.50]Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at the pulpit talking bullshit
[02:01.46]I was born on the Mississippi River
[02:04.08]Take no bullshit from a bitch or a mother****er
[02:07.10]So, so crazy gotta ****ed up temper
[02:10.13]Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya
[02:12.90]I got a crazy-ass mind game
[02:16.92]Ma ****er, I'm a lion, untamed
[02:19.73]Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this
[02:22.51]I tell them hoes, you ain't ready for it, bullshit
[02:24.87][Hook]
[02:25.18]Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit
[02:28.05]You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er
[02:30.93]You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
[02:33.29]Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er
[02:36.72]Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
[02:40.62]You ain't ready for it mother****er
[02:42.61]Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
[02:45.20]So why would I wanna break shit down for you
[02:47.48][Verse 3: Eminem]
[03:27.12]Me and Yelawolf
[03:27.90]Tear the roof off this mother****er
[03:29.50]You ain't got the umph
[03:30.44]You're a hoof to the foot of an elephant
[03:32.13]Hello toots, you look so eloquent
[03:34.42]That's what I tell a ****er
[03:35.52]Come sit up front cause you're kicking my seat
[03:36.92]And I'm trying to tell the ca****inger what I want
[03:38.24]They say I act like an asshole
[03:39.27]When I pull up at the White Castle
[03:40.64]And I ask for an appli-cation
[03:42.16]Throw it back in her face and
[03:43.39]Tell the ****er I'm a rapper, then I wack her
[03:44.56]In the head with a Whopper
[03:45.47]That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper
[03:47.01]Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately slut, ho
[03:49.46]Skidda dee da da
[03:50.25]Prada, not a chance
[03:51.41]I was thinking about buying you some clothes
[03:52.92]But Target's closed
[03:53.90]So I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart but the doors
[03:56.64]Was locked, what about some shoes I thought
[03:58.83]Great I suppose
[03:59.56]So I go to Payless but what'dya know
[04:00.37]They didn't carry a size eight in hoes
[04:01.91]Oh, this is ugly boy swag
[04:04.15]Putting toe tags on you mother****ing ho bags
[04:07.10]What a Trailer Trash pioneer
[04:08.95]I am yeah, that's why I'm here
[04:10.35]I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a mother****ing diary of diarrhea
[04:13.09]Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
[04:15.79]Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
[04:17.97]So we don't gotta scream at you
[04:19.32]Ow, I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
[04:21.89]I went to go tell em all to go get ****ed
[04:23.23]But I'm never gonna bite my tongue
[04:24.67]Little ****er, throw it up
[04:25.45][Outro]
[04:46.34]{Eminem} What the **** is this, White dog
[04:47.20]{Yelawolf} Yo, what up
[04:47.85]{Eminem} What up
[04:48.99]{Yelawolf} Uh, you do that verse
[04:51.73]{Eminem} Yeah, I just killed that bullshit
[04:53.56]{Yelawolf} What
[04:54.28]{Eminem} Nah, nuthin'. Um yo, you know what I was thinking man
[04:54.48]I think the one thing that uh.. that the album don't have
[04:54.48]That might be missing
[04:54.48]Is like uh.. a song for like, for girls
[04:54.48]{Yelawolf} Uh, what do you mean? For like ****ing?
[04:54.48]{Eminem} Nah, girls. Like a lovesong
[04:54.48]{Yelawolf} No?!
[04:54.48]{Eminem} We need one!
[04:54.48]{Yelawolf} Like.. lovesong-lovesong?
[04:54.48]{Eminem} Yeah man, ****ing like love songs!
[04:54.48]

作词 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers
作曲 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers
I see you talking loud but you ain't saying shit
Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit
You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er
You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er
Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
You ain't ready for it mother****er
Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run
Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker bitch
Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker mother****er
Really you kidding, mother****er I'm the prodigal son
If I'm not hardly the one
You must be barely the one billionth
Running over mother****ers in first
And I'm stunting like my Daddy
D-dr-d-drinking like my Mama
C-c-country like my uncles
Stuttering like a CD in a donk
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP
And I'm in a blue Chevy
I ain't even shit gears yet
I ain't even *************ft gears yet
I ain't even here yet, I'm outta this Earth
Right, yeah ho
But I just hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank
With a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk
Where the keys
So get the **** outta my way buddy
I gotta brick of herb
And I hit the syrup
And I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
Yelawolf and Eminem shit
You don't wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog
Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick bitch
I see you talking loud but you ain't saying shit
Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit
You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er
You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er
Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
You ain't ready for it mother****er
Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a mother****er hit his knees when
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a mother****er hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preachin' to my children
I don't be taking no bullshit from you haters
You'll make me hurt one of your feelings
Ha ha ha ha
Nah nah ni nah nah
Pick your face up off the floor
I got you feeling sad now
You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bullshit
Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at the pulpit talking bullshit
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no bullshit from a bitch or a mother****er
So, so crazy gotta ****ed up temper
Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya
I got a crazy-ass mind game
Ma ****er, I'm a lion, untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this
I tell them hoes, you ain't ready for it, bullshit
Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit
You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er
You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er
Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
You ain't ready for it mother****er
Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Me and Yelawolf
Tear the roof off this mother****er
You ain't got the umph
You're a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots, you look so eloquent
That's what I tell a ****er
Come sit up front cause you're kicking my seat
And I'm trying to tell the ca****inger 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 and
Tell the ****er 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 dee da da
Prada, not a chance
I was thinking about buying you some clothes
But Target's closed
So I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart but the doors
Was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose
So I go to Payless but what'dya know
They didn't carry a size eight in hoes
Oh, this is ugly boy swag
Putting toe tags on you mother****ing ho bags
What a Trailer Trash pioneer
I am yeah, that's why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a mother****ing diary of diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
So we don't gotta scream at you
Ow, I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell em all to go get ****ed
But I'm never gonna bite my tongue
Little ****er, throw it up
{Eminem} What the **** is this, White dog
{Yelawolf} Yo, what up
{Eminem} What up
{Yelawolf} Uh, you do that verse
{Eminem} Yeah, I just killed that bullshit
{Yelawolf} What
{Eminem} Nah, nuthin'. Um yo, you know what I was thinking man
I think the one thing that uh.. that the album don't have
That might be missing
Is like uh.. a song for like, for girls
{Yelawolf} Uh, what do you mean? For like ****ing?
{Eminem} Nah, girls. Like a lovesong
{Yelawolf} No?!
{Eminem} We need one!
{Yelawolf} Like.. lovesong-lovesong?
{Eminem} Yeah man, ****ing like love songs!