[Intro]Yeah i'd like to sing you a little ditty
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[Hook: Fefe Dobson]They should've never, ever let you out
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Cold animal with the mouth from the South
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Watch you gonna say, what you gonna do
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As you know they comin', comin' after you
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Watch out for the D-Boys
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Watch out for the boys in blue
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You better keep it movin', big boy
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You know they're takin' shots at you
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Cos you're an animal, oh
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[Verse 1: Yelawolf]Here we go, Alabama's own buddy, Promenade
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And I'm in the zone now, everybody
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Bringin' em home baby, tour the stage
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Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
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Runnin' over motherfuckers like I'm in a bar
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Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
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Beat a late night snack, I'm Santa Clause
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Down to Panama beach, drunk in my underalls
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Playin' underwear volleyball with your bra
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I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
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Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
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Wanna get the party bumpin' let me do my thing
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If the marijuana plant need watering
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Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
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Know what I mean, butterin' butter butter bing
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Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah I'm doin' em dirty
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Fists start pumpin' when I'm in the lights, like I'm rappin' in Jersey
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Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
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Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect
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Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, rap it up
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Rap it in, sicker than a pack of ten mini-thins
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You'll get when I win but I won't lose
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In fact I'm gonna win, win again with another hand
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Here's another hand, here's another hand
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Dealer, can I get another hand
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Here's a hand, king king king king
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Bitch, Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South
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And you know we're gettin' clean, rich yeah!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]Candy-coated whip runnin' over candy coated rappers (Vroom!)
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Panties on my drip do a back flip for me baby be an
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acrobatic actor (Action!)
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Do a cart wheel on a bar, will you do a cart wheel
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while I chill on a bar stool
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Will I throw a dart at a wet seal
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Well if I see a whale I'mma throw a fuckin' harpoon
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Go Looney Toons, and lose your fruit of the looms to
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prove you're in the room
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You're shroomin' to the moon
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But in the mornin' you're wakin' up like a broom
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Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf look like a groom
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I ain't poppin' the cherry,
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I'm poppin' berry moonshine hop in the bedroom let's move
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If you wanna compare me
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Compare me to a legend don't compare me to a young fool
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Go get a gun, go get a gun,
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I'll get a Cinnabun, now sit upon your fuckin' roof
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I live it son, I get it done,
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fuck anyone yeah fuck anybody who ain't fuckin' with the crew
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Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
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Cos I'm a lord of a doggytown, (WOLF!) A-L-A-B-A-M-A My state
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My state of my mind 1985 wide body
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Looking for the little small town keg party
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Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie
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Get shitty like a porta-potty
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(So!) Jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani
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Packin' a Mac 11, with a pack of maniacs
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11:30, back at it again
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I'm ready for the battle, when and where muthafucka?
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They let another cracker in, yeah!
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[Hook]
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Animal
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Fefe Dobson |