Oh Yeah

[Chorus: Mr. Finley] Here the hell I am, there the fuck I go When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, fuck yeah My nigga ay This is who I am, this is how I go And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah fuck yeah My nigga ay [Verse 1: Mr. Finley] I like you, I watch I only came for the bitches to jock I brought some live-wires with me and they're ready to pop Any disrespect we're turning up to the top I fuck with players, you work with haters So that make you a hater by association I west coast it Bitch rollerskating, feeling like a President When I lead we motorcading The total package, batteries included Sorry producer, I assault and battery your music I have to do it, the whole world watchin' Catch me in the sky, probably while you birdwatchin' (there I go) I'm up-up and away I don't need a phone number , I am fucking today And you can bet that when I come that I ain't comin' to play Who got a problem? Who want drama? Who got something to say? Ay [Chorus: Mr. Finley] Here the hell I am, there the fuck I go When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, fuck yeah My nigga ay This is who I am, this is how I go And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah fuck yeah My nigga ay [Verse 2: Yelawolf] You don't wanna see me do it, do you? You don't wanna see the truth of music Lick for the crack of the (worthless) circus Fuckin' up the way that people cruise to music But give me the news and I lose it Shoot at a muthafucka like who blew it? Fuck it like use it, you could use the improvement Spin a circle [?] underneath my Jay Fuck [?] tree I'mma roll in with a 30-pack of Sherman paper Come jump in the bayou I boogie down to the bottom, hater Instead of saying fuckin' Alabama, you'll be screamin' fuckin alligator! Yeah buddy I'm off the chain, I'm off the train, I'm running loose How did I become off the train? 'Cause I'm an engine with long caboose I'm an indian, I'm a Cherokee too I'm a white boy, an Amerian youth So, who needs the proof? If you wanna Bud Light I'll give you tattoo [?] In an alleyway with another alley oop Put medicine through the neck The game is sick, I'm a bowl of soup So, what's up player? You're looking down, you don't know, what's up player? But I'm looking like I wanna know, what's up there? Drop another verse Jump outta the booth like [Chorus: Mr. Finley] Here the hell I am, there the fuck I go When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, fuck yeah My nigga ay This is who I am, this is how I go And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah fuck yeah My nigga ay [Verse 3 Mr. Finley] This that shit that make them motherfuckers go crazy Such a Vegas baby, somebody ace of spade me Point me to the stage, cut my fuckin' music up I am here for your enjoyment, use me 'til you use me up I'm cool as what? Frigerator, winter weather [?] winter fresher, I've been popping since forever Can't nobody rip it better I'll rip it to shreds, I do it 'til death I'll kill it it's dead GOV and I ain't talking to government 2011, Ghet-O-Vision bitch, we runnin' shit Goin' HAM on you niggas and we make that change like man in the mirror I am macaroni, I am Mr. Finley I am spokesperson, I have spoken for my city We here, goin' nowhere, tell you I'm going nowhere As long as I got that mic I'mma rap that bitch and make 'em Oh Yeah [Chorus: Mr. Finley] Here the hell I am, there the fuck I go When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, fuck yeah My nigga ay This is who I am, this is how I go And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah fuck yeah My Cay