Yelawolf – Bounce Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah
Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah
Cracked and hazy, ain’t no lie
Go Patrick Swayze and ghost the ride
She said “Baby, you cold as ice”
Bitch you crazy, I’m on fire
Yeah, walking around like I’m in the movie
Light a cigar but jump in the jacuzzi
Squat the motel, f*ck the motel
Aluminum can down in a koozie
Got a buzz, now lick the bug
Now like to pull a metaphorical plug
Now drop the last bit of sense I had
Got medicated with the medical drugs now
Rеd head I made Opie Taylor
Rеd hot like I’m [?] savor
Cinnamon Creek Water [?]
Cover the bar tab, owe me later
When I was younger was [?]
On the cover pose for Fader
Hip-hop, you know we neighbors
Come on, you know me player

[Chorus]
C for the country, A for the ‘Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce

[Verse 2]
May throw the deuces but I still don’t give a shit
And all my lunatics still f*ckin’ gettin’ it, yeah
Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah
Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah
Feelin’ Shady, feelin’ sly
You stuck to labels, I’m peelin’ mine
My folks are dirty, ain’t no lie
We throw the birdy, we let ’em fly
Yeah, crank it up, I got people to go see
Back up in the lab like I was in ’03
Back up on the porch in a rocking chair
With no activist, a full cup of codeine
Poppin’ up with these copper bars
I got enough trouble just throwin’ down the old me
Took a hit of that California bud
I call that 51-50 then took the whole thing

Like a [?] with no strings
Like an elbow with no grease
Like an old rock with no ring
But I’ma make that rock go bling
I’ma make that cop go “Son”
I’ma need that autograph please
I’ma get that selfie and run
And then the ticket reads

[Chorus]
C for the country, A for the ‘Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce

[Verse 3]
Bubba’s got that bitch packed, Bubba’s gettin’ lit
Bubba bought the bar, Bubba’s f*cking gettin’ it
Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah
Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah
Tombstone, yesterday is gone
Still kickin’, got my boots on
Old Yeller, new bone
Still bustin’, Al Capone
Yeah, found up in the Chevy like I stole it
Livin’ at the bar ’til the manger towed it
Got that [?]
New patch on the black jacket, sowed it (Stripes)
Got a quarter bag of that golden golden
Hound dogs wanna take notice
She’s a slow poke with a show gettin’ [?] goin’
Token
GoPro slow motion soaking wet looking like Hulk Hogan’s oldest
No holes in the bar, notice no kids
Putting on a show for the whole clique
So sick that I gotta take a pill for it
Hold it, killer than you explode it
Let a full clip out then I reload it
Yo it

[Chorus]
C for the country, A for the ‘Bama
T for the tops on the Thunderbird
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce, bounce
Billy for that motherf*ckin’ bounce

Jehst – 420 Every Day Lyrics (feat. Jaisu)

[Chorus]
You play your hand or you fold up
It's 420 every day how we roll up
Suttin' loud

[Verse 1]
Ayo, what's up with the old fella?
This one for my dargs, Old Yeller
Studio-dweller, food seller; who's better?
This zoot taste like strawberry Fruittella
Two Stellas and a pack of RAWs
A few dudes put me under pressure
Will I back the cause?
I'm flattered, of course
But truly, I've gotta decline
I've got a lot on my mind
The apocalypse nigh
Keep my Wallabees dry
On this rainy days
And put one in the sky
Me and Jaisu [?]
Paper plane pilots
We both recognise the same science
So all these naysayers stay quiet
Like a library (sssh)
Playing music from the corner
Like the brothers from Highbury
When I'm merry
The Cherry Pie's very potent
I pen the poem
The Devil's in him
But they didn't recognise the omen
[Chorus]
No doubt
It's 420 every day how we roll up
Suttin' loud
(Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
We gonna roll up the loud)

No doubt
It's 420 every day how we roll up
Suttin' loud
You play your hand or you fold up
It's 420 every day how we roll up

Suttin' loud

[Verse 2]
Ayo, what's up the old geezer?
This one's for the ladies!
Mona Lisa
Picture perfect
The meteor hit the earth, shift
Tectonic plates while I burn spliffs
I'm high on these trees
See me where your bird lives
How you feel
That ain't suttin' I'm concerned with
Discerning wordsmith
I work with these basic tools
The young scholar buss' early
You were late for school
And left your homework to the last minute
Your bars like the lunch room
Ain't no class in it
In my own zone
A place that you can't visit
You play fight with punchlines
They ain't hard hitting
[Hot damn it?]
Rock the planet
Like hard granite
Everybody want it
So they can't ban it
Back by popular demand
Chick on my arm
Look like a young Chaka Khan
I'm the f*cking don
[Chorus]
No doubt
It's 420 every day how we roll up
Suttin' loud
(Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
Roll up the loud
We gonna roll up the loud)

No doubt
It's 420 every day how we roll up
Suttin' loud
You play your hand or you fold up
It's 420 every day how we roll up
Suttin' loud