Funky Shit (Prod. By Travis Barker) (исполнитель: Travis Barker & Yelawolf)
[Intro:] Sitting in the back (Oh my god) S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky [bad word] [Verse 1] Peanut butter jelly box, sitting in the carport 808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this? Kind of like I do a beat with Travis Eat it up, beat it up, work at the atlas Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl In Alabama, then I holler out "Cheerio" Look at that [bad word] pull the gun back like elastic And let it go like a mac clip S-Sipping on the green bottle, like I'm saint Patrick Got beans in the mattress, magic Make you want to jump on a fat [bad word] Ooo got to have it (boss) Yelawolf, pick a thing On a pekingese [bad word] go go gadget (Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup Geeked up on 7 Up Gotta turn the beat up while [bad word] up on it like a cheetah Wanna ride a beat, right above, that’ll be the day Put you up [bad word] creek, paddle it away Hat to the side Holler at you homie What's the matter with you babe? [Hook:] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom [bad word] gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom American classic, trashy tunes L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] (Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] (Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] [Verse 2:] And I'm a Beastie Boy Airwalks and a bowl cut Skater when a skater wasn't cool When it was just, "so what? [bad word] you dude" Well [bad word] you too Get your melon cracked with a backpack I'll bust your [bad word] I'm all about [bad word] my paper Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow I got a lock on my profit No exits, no keys tomorrow But I got steeze to borrow Some Famous kicks to match If I got a bass line, I'll rap As long as TB got sticks to crack So hit a [bad word] I'll jump in like a jump rope Watch Acapella like an elevator, operate the fader while I operate a label then I’m in my [bad word] #39; high tops Rhythm like a clock, hop scotch You would've thought, it was written But it's not Rag hanging out the back of them jeans Not a gangbanger but a cracker who sings And momma don't you worry about a single thing Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans [Hook:] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom [bad word] gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom American classic, trashy tunes L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] (Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] (Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] [Verse 3:] Yeah, why stop now? Put 'em in the [bad word] Let 'em feel the sound That they don't pop it Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket 808 weighs a ton, so drop it Watch your feet, while I rock the beat Going all out, no privacy I don't walk if I can ride the beat But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me Of course you would, catapult syllables Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa Magical, sorcerer goods Steal from the rich put more in the hood Natural, born with a wood [bad word] 'em all, I'm right above 'em all Drink a Bud tall, get a buzz and fall [bad word] with a [bad word] with a sluggish crawl Chug till I can't chug at all Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy In Hollywood, like Aykroyd But I read my script with a southern draw [bad word] home when mother calls Cause mother's got a switch Yeah, she's a wolf too That makes me a son of a [bad word] [Hook:] Sitting in the back with the bass on boom [bad word] gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom American classic, trashy tunes L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] (Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] (Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word]