Hey The logo on the blimp Head got me talking like a pimp How you want it, uh Your sister, your momma, I'm bangin' on both (ooh) Brought a rack like I'm hangin' a coat Call your folks, tell 'em you good (you good baby) I fucked you like the little engine it could "Hey Chase, what you have?", the logo on the blimp (I did though) Steady bread got me walking with a limp (with a limp though) Steady head got me talking like a pimp (like a pimp) "How you wan' it?", I'm like Bubba with the shrimp (bubba) The tape drop and it's making it dim You took the truth and you're making it bend (wassup) Let the bitches tell you that I came in to win (I came in I would) I be all up in it like I'm paying it rent (all up in it) Watch me jig in my pretty penny pants (uh-huh uh-huh) My song come on, my head bop, I don't dance (uh-huh uh-huh) Like Donkey Kong, it's on bitch, bring your friends And your thon-th-thon, like cisco where your mans (Cisco) Jumpin' in my bag like a birkin (birkin) I don't do no 9-5 workin' (workin') Lunch break on my instagram lurkin' (lurkin') Fresh tat, on the interstate swervin' (swerve) Back in '98, hoppin' out my momma (awoo) Secret weapon, had been had it like Osama (uh, yeah) Punctuated, don't go easy on the commas (comma) I want all the chicken in the land by mañana (chicke, uh) White nelly this country, grandma (uh-huh) Put it on wax like I caught it on camera Clang-bang-clang, Charlie Manson with the hammer The beat on death row, in Montgomery, Alabama Like right before I right to this shit, uh (wait) You prolly risked your life for this shit, huh (hey, yeah) Kick and screaming bite for this shit Put yo' sweet caroline on a flight for this dick, uh (hey) Cook a bitch 'bout 40, short bus shorty I'ma split my pack with my woadie Doja with pill like Zack with the Cody A Zooey Deschanel in my lap getting cozy (getting cozy) Hit me up to bone it Hoe, I bet yo' daddy don't condone it I go Berry White if you wan' it (yeah, yeah) And she said "Ooh-ooh-ooh, I love you Chase" Right, I love you too Your sister, your momma, I'm bangin' on both (ooh) Brought a rack like I'm hangin' a coat Call your folks, tell 'em you good (you good baby) I fucked you like the little engine it could "Hey Chase, what you have?", the logo on the blimp (I did though) Steady bread got me walking with a limp (with a limp though) Steady head got me talking like a pimp (like a pimp) "How you wan' it?", I'm like Bubba with the shrimp (bubba) Bubba Bubba, Bubba Bubba Bubba, Bubba

This tune is specially livicated to the ancient Predestors from Jamaica, I say! Hooligan roots of the streets Fire wicked man a fire babylonian Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a fire governmental Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a babylonian wicked Hooligan roots of the streets Fire governmental Ja mam reggae wydrapane w sercu jak tagi w tramwajach Każda nowa pulsacja moje tętno podwaja A ja idę Grochowską jest koniec maja Junior Reid w słuchawkach zagaja Gorgu lewą ręką macha bo Gorgu jest szmaja Bum! Za rogiem stoi już cała zgraja W klubie sound system, ktoś krzyczy, "More fire!" Ale nagle ale nagle podchodzi jakiś pajac Frajer ma gajer nadaje tani bajer Gadką o kabonie trąci jak zajzajer Ja tańce na stole wolę ja wolę reggae sztajer Idź pan do cholery, bo nudzisz w rzeczy samej A kiedy już z kokainy zrobiony będzie śnieg And snowing snowing snowing Kiedy dziewczyny man manekiny będą miały przyciski play For love Kiedy nie będzie można mieć spoza playlisty płyt A tę listę TV poda Wtedy my będziemy stać za rogiem i nawijać Git reggae bit git reggae bit Bo to muzyka bez koko bo to muzyka bez portfolio Nikt się nie ugina pod platynową kolią Bo to muzyka bez curriculum vitae Bomby bomby napompowane reggae bitem Tem te te tempo te te te temat Nogi wyginałby a nawet denat Ślę uśmiech sępom odpalam reggae agregat Bo jeśli ma płonąć babilon musi się zjarać schemat Hooligan roots of the streets Fire wicked man a fire babylonian Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a fire governmental Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn a fire burn wicked man Hooligan roots of the streets Fire burn governmental Idiotyzm się pleni muzyka świata nie zmieni Ale czasem warto sięgnąć do korzeni W TV ludzie nieprawdziwi gadają jak nakręceni My mam muzykę o smaku płomieni A kiedy już z kokainy zrobiony będzie śnieg And snowing snowing snowing Kiedy dziewczyny man manekiny będą miały przyciski play For love Kiedy nie będzie można mieć spoza playlisty płyt A tę listę TV poda Wtedy my będziemy stać za rogiem i nawijać Git reggae bit git reggae bit Git reggae bit git reggae bit

I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) I'm waking up at like eleven in the morning Playing by the rules, yo, it's just so boring I'm eatin' Captain Crunch for lunch Do I got issues, yeah man, I go a bunch Like late night fist fights, halfpipes and dirtbikes Yo I love 'em all so they label me an outlaw, but I still keep it raw You don't have to respect me, you can love me or hate me But I ain't gonna change and you ain't gonna make me The lyrical privelige, full player, living life on the edge Straight outta control, self-proclaimed asshole, and I am what I am I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) Thinkin' of my next hustle Lookin' for the next sorry fucked? muscle Talkin' shit for the fuck of it Runnin' amock and still loving it A hoodlum role model chuggin' on a Jager bottle Mesh hat, t-shirts and baggy pants Puttin' in work over some bud plants Oh it's a hard life we live but nothing's changed Ever since I was a kid, so I fucked with somethin' that I still don't get Maybe it's in my genes, maybe I was born to be spiteful and mean But whatever it is, I wouldn't change a thing It's all about living life in the fast lane I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan) The west coast rewser, five nine cruiser One hundred per cent, natural born loser That never sold out, not even once Dedicate my life to rockin' mics, dirtbikes and knockin' out fronts A menace to sobrierty with a variety of mental problems I'm refusin' to quit till I hit rock bottom Addicted to cadillacs, jumbo Jacks, twelve packs and fat tracks The local bar superstar whose mind's scarred From punchin' the time card A strip club stalker, late night street walker Alone or with the boner Tryna make some money but my printer's out of toner I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan) I am what I am and that's all that I am (what) I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan)

I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that? Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist I like country and rap, they say I can't I say I can, hold up, matter of fact I'm sayin', listen Racism is at an all-time high in America I don't judge people by their color I just judge them on their character Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper Stomp your head in Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it Take that fuckin' towel off your head I don't like the way you wearin' it Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans Walk around, skinny pants Where the fuck are mom and dad? But I'm supposed to honor that? Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture? I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart I take action, you actin', learn to play your part You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together Don't you ever say my name I'll expose ya Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers Game over

These dirt roads ain't gold down there It's hell on earth, anything goes down here Lookin' for some holy water at the water hole But all I'm findin' is whiskey and beer And I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner to the core Searchin' like the devil, to find the Lord, yea Heaven knows I need help sometimes 'Cause I love to have a hell of a time I said, I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner, Lord save me But please pour me up a drink before you take me If you can turn water into wine I'm sure you make a hell of a shine, yea I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raisin' hell Can't make it out this world alive I just want a piece of heaven, before I die So pass me the apple pie I'm gonna drink it all down, 'til the jar goes dry Baptized in the lake of fire Should have drowned me when you could, but I'm still alive I'm comin' for your ass like a bat outta hell And you can bet I'm gonna take what's mine, oh Preacher man don't preach to me You should pull up a chair and have a drink with me You sweatin' like the devil with them lies you told You better start prayin' to save your soul, oh no I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raising hell

This is not a song This is not even a fucking warning I'm coming for all you mother fuckers If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door there will be no reply Le, le, le, Let me make this crystal clear This country rap ain't shit to hear Y'all ain't moved an inch in years Stuck in the mud shiftin' gears You must write your raps with crayons Hosier's got like a dozen fans Known for fucking his cousin and Talkin' shit but won't throw hands You ain't a man, you a bitch right You buddy up then you switch sides Can't get nowhere so you dick ride That's straight up, midnight Don't get me wrong tryin' to put a song But have of y'all can't write a song The other half is doin' shit, they build it up and you ruin it It's time to man up, no more bitch Why you on stage grabbin your dick Talkin' about the beers you drinking braggin' about the cans you dip You so cammo I can't see you this ammo make yo ass see through Talk tough get fucked tossed In the trunk then take that punk 'til I see you Once a hillbilly get killed really, I fuck with 'ol boy Chicken Willy It's summer time body still chilly Can't touch ya boy but you still feel me I choke a hater with Copenhagen, dope as fuck, no mistaken As far as hick-hop I hit the top, whether or not that shit's vacant Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up This is who the fuck is Just In Time This is Redneck Rave Shit motherfuckers Whatchall think I wasn't going to get on here and talk my shit Y'all sadly mother fuckin' mistaken, now check this out Y'all mother fuckers wanna talk about Y'all gonna piss on somebody's boots I got 17 motherfuckin reasons why you ain't gonna step bitch You got a motherfuckin problem When you see me Make sure your ass hop out the mutherfuckin' truck bitch Let's go! You, you, you thought I was done, no, n-n-n-no Armed to the teeth in a no gun zone Got an army with me Quit talking to me like, lights on upstairs but nobody's home Nobody's on shit, just fight me, nobody wants it, unlikely Get stomped out by redwing boots We don't do soft shit 'round her, fuck Nike You won't pull it, shot gun bullets, wreck ya whole body All I hear is a lotta bullshit, you ain't nobody Who's gonna check me, I'm waitin' Please don't test me, my patience Running out don't run ya mouth, this gun I got ain't go no safety Lord have mercy, I mean that, If I react it means Hearses Bunch of virgins, I can't fuck with these bitches weak ass verse This is curtains, show's over Not for me but for those or you who oppose the fact I just showed ya that the game is over (it's over)

Hillbilly, cracker Nigga, white trash Fuck you nigga What the fuck you rappin' for? Cracker ass cracker Got your rebel flag with your camo hat backwards Stains on your shirt with your fucked up teeth Piece of shit truck broke down in the middle of the street Old lady bitchin' in the passenger street Smokin' like a chimney, kids in the back can't breathe Got a kid on her lap, smack his ass if he speaks Always wearin' wife-beaters, 'cause their ass gettin' beat Okay, that's white trash, but what about a hillbilly Redneck motherfucker, never even near a city Out in the woods, huntin' deeper than the wolves Get the big ol' buck, bring him home, eat until they full Or they out in the shed, on the side drinkin' shine Ol' lady bitchin', better bring your ass inside It's way past nine, you've been drinkin' all night Get to work on time, up before sun rise They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass What the fuck you rappin' for? Nigga ass nigga Got your saggin' pants, with your ass hangin' out the back Hangin' out in front of liquor stores sellin' crack Just so you can put some 24's on your Cadillac Baby mama bitchin', you ain't' takin' care of business All you do is smoke weed, run around with other bitches And you can't keep a job, 'cause you're in and out of prison Guess it must be Trump's fault, 'cause you're makin' bad decisions That's about niggas but what about black folk? Raise their kids right, every night mom and dad are home Huntin' for a job, not cryin' about a privilege Cryin' out to God, stop the violence where we livin' Fuck it though, you a nigga and I'm just a cracker They pin us against each other, sit back and they watch it happen In the hood, they sellin' crack, and killin' over shoes and jackets In the trailer park, they fall apart, a bunch of Mack daddies They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass