[Intro]
 It’s your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me,
 What’s up Yela, you know it’s time to crank the club up again.

[Verse 1]
 Yea, you ain't gotta lay down your back to know you already [bad word] up
 Letting me in the [bad word] game is like letting me [bad word] drive in your [bad word] 
 When Yelawolf arrived in this club I already had 5 in my cup,
 I done took another hit, I done ran into a [bad word] 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 [bad word] Jack bottle, with Tom, [bad word]  and Harry;
 But I got up in this [bad word] with a tank top, cuz I spit so very.
 Dumb quick and scary.
 That’s why they so quick [bad word] me.
 But [bad word] the critics, with a spike [bad word]  when it can fit barely.
 They probably think I’m a limp biscuit that spits jelly.
 But I put them in the woods, I’m a redneck. I’m a hick tell me, go ahead.
 What the [bad word] does it matter to me,
 Cuz after me they'll only be wannabe’s, and mostly ain’t never gonna be’s.
 Yea, in this forest I’m a lonely tree,
 My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots [bad word] deep I'm

[Hook]
 Two bottle shawty, two [bad word] waiting, two tens,
 That’s a win, win situation
 Happy Birthday, I’m feeling brand new
 Drinks on me, for me not you.
 Up in the club, don’t give a [bad word]  up in the club, don’t give a [bad word] 
 Up in the club, don’t give a [bad word]  up in the club still don’t give a [bad word] 

[Verse 2]
 I don’t know what to say after that first verse,
 I mean like [bad word] I just killed it
 What the [bad word] am I supposed to do with this cow
 I done already milked it.
 Smoke another cigarette unfiltered, let go of anything that I’m feeling.
 They done 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 singlewide 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 cut my [bad word]  I don’t break it down
 For you [bad word] out there waiting around for some rap savior,
 You better look up at what it is that you’re facing now,
 Cuz Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada,
 If God was one of us, he’d probably drink Vodka.
 I still kick at the party when I get rich,
 Cuz rich or broke, I’m still as dope.
 The realist ain’t as real as this.
 Dead or alive I put a stamp in this [bad word] 
 You’ll never see rock n’ roll do hip hop like I did I’m

[Hook]
 Two bottle shawty, two [bad word] waiting, two tens
 That’s a win, win situation.
 Happy birthday, I’m feeling brand new,
 Drinks on me, for me, not you.
 Up in the club, don’t give a [bad word]  up in the club, don’t give a fick,
 Up in the club, don’t give a [bad word]  up in the club still don’t give a [bad word] 
 Yeah, yeah we don’t give a [bad word] 

 It’s Ghet-O-Vision, Shady
 Still don’t give a [bad word]  naw your boy Lil Jon, we rep the south!
 Happy Birthday, Alabama!

 Up in the club, don’t give a [bad word] 
 Up in the club still don’t give a [bad word] 
 I ain’t in the building I own the building [bad word]