CreekWater

[Intro]

Allright allright

(Bu-bum-bum-bum-bum)

Yeah

The Creekwater

The Creekwater

What's that you say?

Well, it's like this:

From the ocean to the river

River to the streams

Streams to the creek

The creek is where it all meets homeboy

You know what I'm saying

[Verse 1]

Okay, let's get it started folks

My name is Yelawolf

I'm a southern head

Fed white bread

Been caught where they go to

All of my people they B-Boys

Some of them B's are bad

Some of them got that heart to sell with paint cans in their bag

Mr. clever on the wheels with plenty moves for your ass too

And if it's war between the crews

But he hang it up, fell through

Time and time again I'm like a clock with this here pen

And it's like tick-tock tick-tock

Just give me the verse laid down

I'm from where the rednecks get better jobs and bigger checks

Momma working 9 to 5 slaveshifts

Coming home late the microwaveable plates kept my stomach full

I thank to lord that was a gift

My world is surrounded by hypocrites and demons in body suits

Tryna recruit me as an advocate

Rapping and talking 'bout fame and loot

Now, how the hell did you think I wouldn't smell that poo under your shoe boy?

[Chorus 1]

Don't try to play me for weak or underestimate me

What you see ain't exactly what you expect it to be

I'm from the Creekwater, been raised what I thought

I leave a trail of mud behind me everywhere that I walk

Blame it on the streets, blame it on the freaks

Blame it on my momma 'cause she threw me in the creek

I'm from the Creekwater, been raised what I thought

I leave a trail of mud behind me everywhere that I walk

[Verse 2]

"Good one Wolf, another hot hook", says the engineer

"That's one take, taking it for real, let's be out, you want a beer?"

Nah, I better get back to the cabin

Mama this all I can do to get high?

"No marihuana inside of my ride please

But I do sell them trees"

Now how about a second a spectacular have it

I got back in this cabbage

I don't mean that green you feeding your family

But I got that if you're asking

A lot of these kids are packing nowadays

In the mark where I stay

Living for the moment

Rap it outside in the hallways

Let it prepare your mind and body

For the common of the trailers and the porta pottys

I'm just being real

No one american people I used to apologize

Hold my steel

I swore that rhymes and lines reveal

We'll be taking serious folks

And when I'm done, how do you feel?

Good, I'm glad, nice to hear it

Glad you got a bite

I hope you keep full but still keep a appetite

You just ate some jumbalaya

Georgia Alabama Tennessee

And if somebody ask you why you went

Tell 'em you went to the creek

[Chorus 2]

Don't try to play me for weak or underestimate me

What you see ain't exactly what you expect it to be

I'm from the Creekwater, been raised what I thought

I leave a trail of mud behind me everywhere that I walk

Blame it on the streets, blame it on the freaks

Blame it on my momma 'cause she threw me in the creek

I'm from the Creekwater, been raised what I thought

I leave a trail of mud behind me everywhere that I walk

[Verse 3]

You might can tell where I was raised when you see my Caprice

Hubcaps clean, Fila's and Reebok's under my feet

I'm from the creek

If 808's ain't dropping in my seat

Then you better be saying something that can move me

See we don't play a shit around here because you got game

And who don't rap, you are not special because you got fame

Backpacking MC's

Lacking this Creekwater the greed you stuck too

These briar patches you get drug through

Watch out for the crawdads when you on a bank

They skim and they watch hard

If you drop hard on in front of the bank

No where to escape

The flood waters of the south that run through your home dude

If you live in the creek like I do

In New Orleans they got them gators that will bite you

In Alabama we got moccasins that strike you

Sometimes they wear white hoods, even the cops do

The truth in my rhymes, quote me when you ride through

I know I'm from the creek

[Chorus 3]

Don't try to play me for weak or underestimate me

What you see ain't exactly what you expect it to be

I'm from the Creekwater, been raised what I thought

I leave a trail of mud behind me everywhere that I walk

Blame it on the streets, blame it on the freaks

Blame it on my momma 'cause she threw me in the creek

I'm from the Creekwater, been raised what I thought

I leave a trail of mud behind me everywhere that I walk