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[feat. Kid Rock] [Hook: Kid Rck] Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'm a blow it off I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'm a show it off Better recognise game, let's roll, let's roo-ooooll [Verse 1: Yelawolf] 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 fol dout 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 Talegada and see me a race Bring me case, yeah I'm bringing a case I'm gettin' throwed off... [Hook] [Verse 2: Yelawolf] And I'm all the way throwed off Z71 take the bow off SongtexteDipped 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? 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: Yelawolf] 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] Aus Songtexte Mania