Eminem - Hard White (Up In The Club) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Yelawolf] You ain't gotta lay down on your bed You know you already f**ed up Letting me in the muthaf**in' game is like Letting me drunk drive in ya truck When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had 5 in my cup Then I took another hit and I run into a b**h 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 f**in' Jack bottle? With Tom, Dick and Harry I got up in this b**h with a tank top cause I spit so very, darn quick and scary That's why they're so quick to compare me But f** my critics with a spiked dick When it can fit barely. They probably think I'm a Limp Bizkit That spits jelly, when I put them in the woods I'm a redneck I'm a hick? Tell me: go ahead, yeah! What the f** does it matter to me? Cause after me there'll only be wannabes And mostly ain't never gonnabes Yeah in this forest I'm a lonely tree My limbs are covered in tattoos -and my roots they run deep [Hook] I'm 2 bottle shawty, 2 b**hes waiting Two 10's: that's a "win-win situation".. Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand-new Drinks on me! For ME: not you [Hook 2] Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, don't give a f** Up in the club, still don't give a f** [Verse 2 - Yelawolf] I don't know what to say after that first verse I mean like damn, I just k**ed it What the f** am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it Smoke another cigarette unfiltered Let go of anything that I'm feelin' 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 thangs look Thanks for the recipe: rest in peace, Wayne Bush I don't cook my sh**, I don't break it down for you muthaf**as 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 b**h You'll never seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did [Hook 1 & Hook 2] Outro Yeah ya Y'all know we dont give a f**! It's Gheto-Vision Yeah! Shady Yeah! Still dont give a f** Naaaahhh!… your boy, lil John… we rep the South! Happy birthday, Alabama Hey! hey! Up in the club Together: dont give a f** Aaah… Up in the club, still dont give a f** I ain't in the building, I own the building, b**h!