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Hand over Fist
Yelawolf feat. DJ Muggs & B-Real
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Mile Zero
DJ Muggs
B-Real
Catfish
Billy
Yeah, I should've worked on an hour rate (hour rate)
I'd be tapping the stack (stack it up, stack it up)
Counting money hand over fist (hand over fist bitch)
Bouncing bunnies over the waist (over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish (on a dish)
Cutting greens over the baseline (baseline)
Pullin' words up out the cooler jack (cooler jack)
Dig up a planet, I'm cool like that (cool like that, yeah, I'm cool like that)
Shots of the chillin', I'm double visioning, it's spinning
Swinging bats on this rap shit, I'm good for two in the ending
Classic shit on the track list, I'm stacking glue 'cause I'm stickin'
Sticky fingers, I'm taking it, leave the store and I'm grinning
Kleptomaniac, Brainiac, cream his head in the ginning
I got the pistol beside me like carrying one of my women
To shoot up (shoot up) yeah
Holding the Dixie blue cup
Chasing the little blue stuff
Drippin' down on my new ball
Drippin' out from the sticks like you shifting down on a new club
Shaking the bitch around and I'm hard to find like a new drone
Yeah, hard to find, you know me bro
I done went left on 'em so many times that I'm a circle
Still on my square, pills on my breath
I'm laid back like pillows on the chair
Weeping willows in the air
Swearin' on 'em, so pick a bale of hay and meet me in the alleyway
No pull, no there I am
From the very beginning
I got momentum, I'm driven
Excuse me, that's how I'm livin'
Forgive me God when I'm sinnin'
Save the children and women
When I smoke out the building
There's a fire that's burning
It's my turn and I'm killing (c'mon)
If you're concerned, take a second
I don't care what you feelin'
Like a diamond I'm brilliant
I got the shine and resilient
Any knowledge I'm spillin'
That might make you a million
So grab a pen and a pad and write it down as I chillin' (let's go)
You gotta hit 'em with everything and never hope I commit 'em
Never play in the middle
Never sayin' I want a little
I'm a big dreamer, throwing what the motherfuckin' grass is greener
On the Cali high, I'll make you a believer
Let the fire be lit
Strike a match and then take a hit
Yeah, we celebrating, get elevated
We on a trip, cultivated
For those faded
They all be medicated
Me and Wolf collaborated
With the black, were motivated (yeah)
I should've worked on an hour rate (hour rate)
I'd be tapping the stack (stack it up, stack it up)
Counting money hand over fist (hand over fist bitch)
Bouncing bunnies over the waist (over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish (on a dish)
Cutting greens over the baseline (baseline)
Pullin' words up out the cooler jack (cooler jack)
Dig up a planet, I'm cool like that (cool like that, yeah, I'm cool like that)
Ain't worry but the beef, no
That's why I'm a Ghetto Cowboy
Throw a lasso from my castle
Rocking leather with the tassels
Metal with a crack, oh that's-
Pipe out the back of that
Harley with a pack of...
Wolves in the shadows, hanging low like stalactites
Within' the cave waiting for them with the Maglite's
Big talk, motherfucker, that's fat life
Rob zombie backstage, wanna cast light
Dead heads with machetes in the shed
Give a fuck about the music, they just wanna see red
Got a call from the mall
Wolf, get your bro's
They run up in the food court
Tie them up like a hoe (like a hoe motherfucker)
Sit down for hotdogs (for hotdogs yeah) huh
Now that'll cut the mustard on it (haha) and the ketchup too
Bloody brass knuckle catch, up on it
I'm up on it
Yeah it's cool, that's why I say fuck up on it
Minus the horse of course, unless you talkin' horsepower (horsepower)
Fifth the creek water (creek water)
In the fourth hour (fourth hour)
Three betties, two rubbers, one shower
That's a countdown, mission control tower
I'm going up, I'm all the way up, I'm a total nut
You can tell by these empty shells inside of this totalled truck
Pullin' the cable but I ain't pulling my bridges up
Still walking bow legged, still bitches twisting they skinnies, bruh
Tryna get lucky like the heads up on a penny, bruh
Put that in the change pocket like skipping the city bruh (yeah)
I should've worked on an hour rate (hour rate)
I'd be tapping the stack (stack it up, stack it up)
Counting money hand over fist (hand over fist bitch)
Bouncing bunnies over the waist (over the waist bitch)
Chopping broccoli on a dish (on a dish)
Cutting greens over the baseline (baseline)
Pullin' words up out the cooler jack (cooler jack)
Dig up a planet, I'm cool like that (cool like that, yeah, I'm cool like that)
(I'm cool like that)
(I'm cool like that)
(I'm cool like that)
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