Hard White (up In The Club) Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!) 

Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?) 

You know it's time to crank the club up 

Let's go! Yelawolf 

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up 

Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck 

When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup 

I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' 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 fuckin' Jack bottle!? 

With' Tom, Dick, and Harry 

But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary 

That's why they're so quick to compare me 

But fuck the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely 

They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly 

But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me 

Go ahead, what the fuck does it matter to me? 

'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes 

Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely tree 

My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah! 

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin' 

Two tens, that's a win-win situation 

Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new 

Drinks on me, for me not you 

Up in the club, don't give a fuck 

Up in the club, don't give a fuck 

Up in the club, don't give a fuck 

Up in the club, still don't give a fuck 

I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it 

What the fuck 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' 

They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin' 

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 things look 

Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush 

I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around 

For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin' now 

'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada 

If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly 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 bitch 

You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did 

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin' 

Two tens, that's a win-win situation 

Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new 

Drinks on me for me, not you 

Up in the club, don't give a fuck 

Up in the club, don't give a fuck 

Up in the club, don't give a fuck 

Up in the club, still don't give a fuck 

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck) 

It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah) 

Shady (Yeah) still don't give a fuck (Nah) 

(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South) 

Happy birthday, Alabama 

Up in the club, don't give a fuck ah 

(Up in the club, still don't give a fuck) 

I ain't in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!