Straight from the back of the game I rock it Yelawolf's got that crack boy In the woods with the SK I'm pockin' You don't want to play with that toy Droppin this heat like a asteroid Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977 Sittin back and sippin my cronic 7 and I'm about to get down
Look at me changin lanes Twin pipes lookin like dragon's breath (Whoosh) Chevrolets throwin flames Yes I know it's strange Hit you with a left I pull the chains
Bitch you too heavy to carry You don't wanna bury yourself underneath that 808 I'll drop it in your face like
To the DJs Out cruisin I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac and now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets with the bottom won't you roll the window down If u cruisin I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous anmial yelawolf on the 808 come up fade away ain't no other way to get down
I told you i was coming Said id be here in 5 And even though i brought you glasses You still cant believe your eyes But if you dont believe it by now FUCK it just lean to the side
Hold up wait a minute i dont really Wanna leave without a single solitary So when needed for ill bring it to em
If your still didnt catch my drift Lead me to the door check my list Meet me at the floor catch this fist Or meet me at the store catch this lick
Build this house Flip this brick Real skateboarders Build this grip
Movin to the alleyway Look at all the people tripping Cause I on the choppa like Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
To the DJs Out cruisin I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac and now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets with the bottom won't you roll the window down If u cruisin I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous anmial yelawolf on the 808 come up fade away ain't no other way to get down
I have to be the hardest I got diamond nuts I piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines em up Catfish Billy half pints em up Yelawolf country fries em up
Put em in a dufflebag And then roll em in the river then I
Hold Up
Watch what the fuck you rolld up Dynamite sticks will blow up Ghett-o-vision got this sowed up Rolled up, smoke em Everybody wishin they chose us But we dont give a fuck you know what
I know you didnt see me commin But I commin anyway Bitch, Yelawolf is styling
To the DJs Out cruisin I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac and now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets with the bottom won't you roll the window down If u cruisin I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous anmial yelawolf on the 808 come up fade away ain't no other way to get down
Alabama's unanimous anmial yelawolf on the 808 come up fade away ain't no other way to get down