Whiskey In A Bottle lyrics

Yeah

Still on that ass like

Handcuff's up in ya like

Hand-puppets make a mute holla

You should've jumped in that Impala homie

Refrigerators never seen ice baby

Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill

Will make a flame grab a chinchilla

Quite like the words I built up to

Fuck guppies, I see food and I hush puppies

So give me that king crap

And I'll break a shell

You seen that?

Well fuck 'em if he don't take it well

So crack the top off that hot, shaking ale

And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making bail

He got popped by the feds

Fuck the cops! Take an L

Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell

I'll pull up to the gate

And we'll skate on these country faggots

And until then, fuck 'em, they can have it

Slumerican means

Slum American breed

Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah

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Put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now

Yeah I'm a landslide

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Lalalalalalalalalaa

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Still on that gas like

The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red

I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU

Goose egg, oh lord

Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore

Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's

My momma rolls joints

Smoke rolls off of the tip

Daddies a rolling stone

I'm rolling in shit with these pigs

In south side

Who you rolling with in the sticks?

With hair weawes and air streams

Cigarette stained walls

Fuck, I can barely breathe

Spittin' shotgun pellets

Out of my fuckin' chili bowl

But am I a hill billy? No

I am the truth behind these fuckin' illusionist

Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue is

Call me a redneck, and I just tattoed it

Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in music

So..

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Still on that grass like

John Deeres this yard is already cut

You can't get no work here, uh

You fags thought it was swag you was stealing

It turns out I got no peers

Just years of street smarts

So here you go retards

Come hit this bulls eye

I’ll give you three darts

One, my last album flopped

Two, it wasn't my time

Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online

(Lalalalalalalalalaa)

But guess what?

(I'm whiskey in a bottle now)

Fuckin' right, I'm aged

I’m dirty 3, I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a piece

Don't clap, for no MC who's wack

Then get a free slap

Fuck out my car and I'm smashed in a Caprice

I'm Jack sippin' still

Whippin' wood wheels

Truck on steriods

Illegal to play ball

But dammit how good it feels

Drop that black card

Park in the backyard

Baby fire up the grill

It's party time

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