It’s the boy Li’l Jon (Yeah!)
 Got my patna Yelawolf wit’ me (Wassup Yela?)
 You know it’s time to crank the club up
 Let’s go!
 Yelawolf

[Yelawolf - Verse 1]
 You ain’t gotta lay down on your bed to know you already [bad word] up
 Lettin’ me in the [bad word]  game is lettin’ me [bad word] drivin’ your [bad word]  When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
 I done took another hit, I done ran into a [bad word] that’s lookin’ lifeless and stuck
 Baby, what’s wrong wit’ you now? What, you ain’t happy wit’ red bottoms?
 Mad ’cause I’m in VIP wit’ a [bad word]  Jack bottle?
 Wit’ Tom, [bad word]  and Harry
 But I got up in this [bad word] wit’ a tank top ’cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
 That’s why they’re so quick [bad word] me
 But [bad word] the critics wit’ a spiked [bad word] when it can fit barely
 They prob’ly 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] deep

Two bottles, shawty, two [bad word] waitin’
 Two tens, that’s a win-win situation
 Happy birthday, I’m feelin’ brand new
 Drinks on me … for me, not you
 Li’l Jon

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
 Yela

Still don’t give a [bad word] 
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 feelin’
 They done broke me down so many times before that I’m no longer rappin’, I’m buildin’
 Wit’ 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 [bad word]  I don’t break it down for you [bad word] 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 [bad word]  You’ll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two [bad word] waitin’
 Two tens, that’s a win-win situation
 Happy birthday, I’m feelin’ brand new
 Drinks on me … for me, not you
 Li’l Jon

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] 
Yeah (Y’all know we don’t give a [bad word] 
 It’s Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
 Shady (Yeah)
 Still don’t give a [bad word] (Nah)
 (Ya boy Li’l 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] 
 (Up in the club)
 (Still don’t give a [bad word] 
 I ain’t in the buildin’, I own the buildin’, [bad word]