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[feat. Yelawolf] Twin states mane: Alabama, Mississippi Big KRIT, Yelawolf Happy, happy birthday, happy birthday... [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I used to do backspins, no Adidas suit In my grandmama's house, listening to Coup Straight out the country like a pair of boots With [?] no apparel to match I was hip-hop before I ought to be hip Some dirty British Knights, tied up, size 6 Don't give me the spoon to cut my pie with I did it, hand scooped the proofs under my eyelids I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and that group home And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the songs Mystikal, muthafucka, put your boots on That's mustard, no Grey Poupon Geto Boys trick or treat: let's go home Deep dish D's, drop two tones And I know Alabama ain't your birthplace But I just come to celebrate, happy birthday Hip-hop [Hook:] SongtexteYelawolf and Big KRIT on some new shit We got that firewater, so keep your candles lit Uh, happy birthday hip hop! Mississippi/Alabama and it don't stop The door slamming and the rims chop Twin states from the bottom, now we on top So happy birthday, hip hop We worldwide and it don't stop [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] I'm hollerin' breathe little shawty Just look what I done bought ya The very best that I possess from 'neath that country water Like preaching from the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya The beginning of the better, return of forever Like Pete Rock in the lab no telling what we'll chef up You find a will to flow once the bottom does settle I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and your shovel Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel My definition for lizard crawling and heavy metal 808 bass in, haters scrum facing While you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing "Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just saying Don't play me like no sucka These Alpines leave you muffled Country buckin' hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take that Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the cake at [Hook] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Bonita fried, apple pie Baum put me on (Put 'em up) waffle house, 2Pac's rock song You see I had to dig to find the hieroglyphics My mama didn't know about [?] Souls of Mischief See the Bible what gave me the Holy Spirit But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to hear it So I had to walk under them Rebel flags With my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag [Big K.R.I.T. Verse] Who would've thunk it, I think we onto something Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming If you check my gun function, I've been 'bout it 'bout it The royalties within my jeans and they so outta pocket Back when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping The swangas [?] and pendulums and boppers kept bopping Reminiscing on the golden times 3000 rhymed over noise so organized [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania