Hard White (Remix)

[Intro: T.I.]

Guess, who's, back, home!

[Verse 1: T.I.]

G shit, certified, nigga can’t touch him

Bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them

Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom

"Lun-bun-ton", bougie bitches like "What’s them?"

Solitaire clear stones, Maybach: clear dome

Blowing on that loud-pack, bankroll's full-grown

Well-known convict: go on with the dumb shit

Thug life with it, like it tatted on my stomach

Nigga better pick another number because I am not the one

The bigger picture's what's important before all is said and done

I bet I get this shit back up under my feet

Bullshit aside, what I want, I keep

I’m the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep

Your birthday cake, I want my piece

I’m beefing with MCs if, to me

It seems they’re less than decent

I’m a beast, then you’re my feast

Apologies, you just can't keep it

Say you’re winning?

Guess you’re being condescending and facetious

Gs from sea to shining sea

You may bump this in your Caprices! Bow!

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

Yeah, I once had a friend named Charlie

And Charlie was always late to school (School)

He had a black eye one day

But he wouldn’t say just what happened to him (To)

Charlie got mad in class one day

And stood up with a .22 pistol

Told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore

He was over being the victim

See, one bullet through the wall

And the history class was interrupted

Charlie fell down in a pool of blood in the class

That made it public

He said that the bullies in school

They drove him to be a suicidal

'Cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria

Of an American Idol

Well, sometimes, I feel like I could run

Through the hallways with an AK, too

Not saying that I would

But it might feel good to off me a rapper or two, so

I loaded this pen with a hollow tip

And I followed Tip

To the hollow pits of my heart for shit

For you to role model with

Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it

Take a point shell and hollow it

Don’t be the one with the gun

Be the one with the rum, plus two models with

All the kids, listen up

Yelawolf don’t give a fuck about a club

I don’t wanna see you in school, tryna do what I do

Telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk

Make something of something

Or something from nothing, baby, wake up

Play Radioactive, let me see the reaction

See if I really give a fuck. Shady!

[Chorus: Lil Jon & (Yelawolf)]

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, (Still don’t give a fuck!)

[Verse 3: Crooked I]

Ugh, nine millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter

I’m finna need a mic and a speaker

I’m finna be the prominent leader, confidence-eater

Tell competition, “Hasta la vista” (Oww!)

Dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit

Is something like you getting raped by a stranger

'Cause you do not know who you fucking with (Yeah)

Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R

You "haha"-funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR

Niggas about to need CPR when they see the car, kill 'em, dead

Might pull over, fuck my chauffeur

'Cause I screw drivers—Phillips head

Then I’ma tell her to take me to Yela

Getting fucked up, I ain't feeling embarrassed

The feeling in the air is the 2.0's party

Like niggas and wiggas in Paris (Ahh!)

[Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"]

Nickel Nine, a rider, arriving at the drama

The driver firing the llama (Blaow!)

Got a bunch of fine bitches saying "Hi" to me now

'Cause a nigga said "Hi" to Rihanna (Hi!)

'Cause I look good, and I smell good

It’s a man’s world! (Woo...)

That's right, I’m the new James Brown

Drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do? (Nothing)

What I’m finna do is go to the strip club and order eight bricks

(What you doing?) I’m on my T.I.P. in A-T-L

Lookin for a lil' pretty young thing I can skate with

(Where we goin baby?)

Radioactive, Shady gon' make it go platinum, I couldn’t resist (Ahh)

To jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf

Lil Jon, "Hard White" remix!

[Chorus: Lil Jon & (Yelawolf)]

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, (Still don’t give a fuck!)

[Verse 5: Joell Ortiz]

Ugh! Lil Jon, let me get a lil' bit

I mean a minute, nothin’ crazy, it’s just I’ma lyricist

And I’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite

And I’m ssssso ready to strike, a swing and a miss!

My dick swing in your miss

I got a missile, can’t call it, I might misdial

I’m in orbit, listening to Em’s last album

Guzzling gin: recovering alcoholic! (Ha!)

Everything looking all right

Welcome to the lyricist pub, who wanna bar fight?

In a bar so high 'cause you're dealing

With four dope motherfuckers and two hard whites

Deuces, period, crop circle

That's the family that matters, I’m not Urkel

But I’m smooth as Stefon when I move to snap on

Your eyeball, your shit’ll look purple (Ow!)

I’m a product of the PJ’s (Yeah!)

Still walk through that motherfucker in my PJs

Yeah, I’m in J.P. Morgan often but

Don’t think I could get chased out the PJs

So try me, punk, bet your body jump

When this shotty pumps, have your body slumped

Yelawolf let me rip this hard white, but (Ugh)

Please don't make me pop the trunk

[Verse 6: Joe Budden]

(Joe!) Roll that window down and start dumping

Pull up on whatever block that y'all on

Pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit

My definition of an oxymoron

That ain't never stop me from getting a bad one

I would tell niggas again but they heard the story

Furthermore, he got a couple I ain't bust

But there's no need to rush, they reserved it for me

See I’m all about fam, I don’t fuck with the rest

Goon’s that’ll squeeze 'til a couple is left

The squad, the facade, the sm-smoke and mirrors (Ugh, ugh)

Yellin' "Payback!", too broke to cover the debt

But I’m grown, adults, and whether that shit you say

You don’t reciprocate love or respect

You get plugged, and you gon' need doctors

To cover your holes as if they never loaded cassettes (Ayy!)

You probably didn’t hear me, standing on the couch

Get froggy, I'm breaking any bottle that's near me (Ugh)

So real I don’t need a hollow to prepare me

I’m the first one in the hood to catch a body using Siri

'Cause they be thinking that I seem crazy

Money-motivated, CREAM make me (Ugh)

Way out your league, go and dream, maybe

T.I., Team Shady

[Chorus: Lil Jon & (Yelawolf)]

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, don’t give a fuck

Up in the club, (Still don’t give a fuck!)