Shots (feat. Lil Jon) - LMFAO

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed You know you already fucked up Letting me in the muthafuckin' game is like Letting me drunk drive in ya truck When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had 5 in my cup Then I took another hit and I run into a bitch That's looking lifeless and stuck Baby, what's wrong with you now? What, you ain't happy with Red Bottoms? Mad cause I'm in VIP with a fuckin' Jack bottle? With Tom, Dick and Harry I got up in this bitch with a tank top cause I spit so very, darn quick and scary That's why they're so quick to compare me Fuck my critics with a spiked dick When it can fit barely. They probably think I'm a Limp Bizkit That spits jelly, when I put them in the woods I'm a redneck I'm a hick? Tell me: go ahead, yeah! What the fuck does it matter to me? Cause after me there'll only be wannabes And mostly ain't never gonnabes Yeah in this forest I'm a lonely tree My limbs are covered in tattoos -and my roots they run deep I'm 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting Two 10's: 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, don't give a fuck 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' Broke me down so many times before That I'm no longer rapping I'm building With 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 thangs look Thanks for the recipe: rest in peace, Wayne Bush I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you muthafuckas Out there waiting around for some rap savior You better look up at what it is that you facing now Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the Devil wears Prada If God was one of us, he'd probably 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 seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did I'm 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting Two 10's: 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, don't give a fuck Up in the club, don't give a fuck Up in the club, still don't give a fuck Yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck) It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah) Shady (Yeah) Still don't give a fuck (Nah) (Ya boy Li'l Jon) (We rep the South) Happy birthday, Alabama Up in the club Don't give a fuck (Up in the club) (Still don't give a fuck) (Up in the club) (Still don't give a fuck) I ain't in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true