Dj Paul - Get Straight lyrics

[Intro 1: Eminem] Shady Aftermath Whoo Kid, let's go 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 [Intro 2: DJ Paul] This that trailer park hood sh** Yelawolf, DJ Paul, let's go [Hook] Crack that .40 out the gate Yeah motherf**er get straight If a motherf**er got sh** to say Crack that f**er in the face Get straight (get straight), now get straight (get straight) Yeah motherf**er get straight There ain't a motherf**er got sh** to say Cause we'll set this b**h off out the gate [Verse 1] My beer bottle is ice cold Drunk falls like I'm blindfold Head busting them Xanax I'm a wild cracker that might blow Got duct-tape on light pole In a big cup like a Psycho No need for that codeine, no need to lean in my Chevy Hit high-beams on tight road Yelawolf is a psycho Sling Blades and renegades they operate at my shows You talked up, you couch much, [?] f** blood stains on the T-shirt I'm famous I don't buy clothes Bouncing all in them mosh holes Intercorse like a rhino k**in sh** now get a grip like handlebars on the vinyl In the woods or a porch I could've been Hollywood in a condo Practice with that Glock 9 you see them stop-sign holes [Bridge: DJ Paul] Slumerican's, let's go Going in it right now Yelawolf, DJ Paul Famous Stars & Straps Bowties, Alabama Stand up! [Hook] [Verse 2] Straighten up like a light pole Straighten up like a seat back when you see that P-I-G dash On the corner waiting f** get back when you been drinking that bottle Laying down on that throttle, here they coming now oh no I'm all night partying, till my body's in, shock and I'll be in, overload I'm la-dee-dah'ing, I don't care about much at all, I've got too much money I'm in a Ferrari and, woke up in a new Bugatti and, threw up in a Pinto I don't got to [?] Give me the best MC I'll body him [?] Let him drown in his little bitty fish bowl Are they gonna run up and say, p**y can I get a hit, (No) I'll let you get a hit by the 2 mil' like a rope torn of a mixtape (N-O) One, two, then boil three I put CD's and MP3's to make OG's look like (kinfolk) You better put a mint fresh on a patty belt if you want some head If you ain't a rapper still you better put a grill in front of that bye bye cig' b**h I'm a hungry hippo f** 'em all, like a nympho They can s** my valvoline from a pile of beans (Pinto) Drive this b**h in a ditch I'm filthy rich but I'm (Pinto) Dollar at cheaa, (kinfolk) haller at cheaa (kinfolk) [Outro] Y'all already know what the f** it is f**in' nuts in here right now Slumerican Shady, (fatality), let's go [Hook]