Yelawolf - Hard White (up in the club) ft Lil Jon

Grosse fessée claque dès le réveil avec Hard White (up in the club). Yelawolf continue de nous faire saliver avant la sortie de l'album avec ce nouveau clip!

Le flow est aiguisé et la prod particulièrement léchée..! Bon Lil Jon est là surtout pour la forme, et les cris caractéristiques du bestiau, mais on sent tout de même son influence sur l'excellent instru.

Pour le clip... comment dire. Non, rien. Je te laisse te faire ton idée hein...

RadioActive arrive dans les bacs le 27 octobre. Impatient de voir ce que donne cette année de travail en studio pour Shady Records (Eminem...).



Paroles...

You ain’t gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin’ me in the motherfuckin’ game is lettin’ me drunk-drivin’ your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch 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 fuckin’ Jack bottle?
Wit’ Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch wit’ a tank top ’cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That’s why they’re so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics wit’ a spiked dick when it can fit barely

They probably 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 fuck 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, they run deep

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin’
Two tens, that’s a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I’m feelin’ brand new
Drinks on me … for me, not you

Up in the club
Don’t give a fuck
Up in the club
Still don’t give a fuck

I don’t know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck 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 shit, I don’t break it down for you motherfucker 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 bitch
You’ll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

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