Yelawolf - Funky Shit lyrics
rate me[Intro:] x4Sitting in the back (Oh my god)S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)[Verse 1:]Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoorBeer bottle cap, put 'em in the floorSet 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?Kind of like I'll beat with TravisEat it up, beat it up? atlasWhere should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowlIn Alabama, then I holler out "Cheerio"Look at that shit, pull her on back like elasticAnd let it go like a mac?S-Sipping on the green bottle, like I'm saint PatrickGot beans in the mattress, magicMake you want to jump on a fat bitchOoo got to have it(Boss) Send the wolf, pick a thingOn a pekingese bitch, go go gadget(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutterFlick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickupGeeked up on 7 UpGotta turn the beat up while I run up on it like a cheetah? well, that'd be the dayPut you up shit creekPaddle be away, hat to the sideHoller at you homieWhat's the matter with you babe?[Hook:]Sitting in the back with the bass on boomTrunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoomAmerican classic, trashy tunesL.A. to Alabama, from noon to noonThey saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)Oh my god, that's some funky shit[Verse 2:]And I'm a Beastie BoyAirwalks and a bowl cutSkater when a skater wasn't coolWhen it was just, "so what? Fuck you dude"Well fuck you too? with a backpackI'll bust your fruitI'm all about constructing my paperKind of like a pocket full of Elmer's GlueSqueeze the bottle, turn the milkChurn the butter, get the cheese tomorrowI got a lock on my profitNo exits, no keys tomorrowBut I got steeze to borrowSome Famous kicks to matchIf I got a bass line, I'll rapAs long as TB got sticks to crackSo hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump ropeWatchAcapella like an elevator operator?While the operator labeled my fucking high tops?Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotchYou would've thought, it was writtenBut it's notRag hanging out them? jeansNot a gangbanger but a banger who singsAnd momma don't you worry about a single thingReally though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasolineAnd we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans[Hook][Verse 3:]Yeah, why stop now?Put 'em in the trunkLet 'em feel the soundThat they don't pop itLet 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket808 weighs a ton, so drop itWatch your feet, while I rock the beatGoing all out, no private seatI don't walk if I can ride the beatBut wouldn't you though? Don't lie to meOf course you would, catapult syllablesGot up on my horse in the woods, whoaMagical, sorcerer goodsSteal from the rich put more in the hoodNatural, born with a woodFuck 'em all, I'm right above 'em allBut you could butt talk, if a? fallOut with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawlChug till I can't chug at allNot a frat boy, I'm a rap boyIn Hollywood, like AykroydBut I read my script with a southern drawlI run home when mother callsCause mother's got a switchYeah, she's a wolf tooThat makes me a son of a bitch[Hook]
