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 *** up

Lettin' me in the mother***in' 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 ***in' 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 *** 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 *** 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 ***

Up in the club, don't give a ***

Up in the club, don't give a ***

Up in the club, still don't give a *** I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it

What the *** 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 ***, I don't break it down for you mother***er 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 ***

Up in the club, don't give a ***

Up in the club, don't give a ***

Up in the club, still don't give a *** Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't give a ***)

It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)

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

(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South)

Happy birthday, Alabama Up in the club, don't give a *** ah

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

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