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Hard White Remix Lyrics

from Wyte Dawg

"Hard White Remix" is track #3 on the album Wyte Dawg. It was written by Smith, Jonathan H. / Atha, Michael Wayne / Cartagena, Alex / Jackson, Michael.
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[verse 1: t.i.]
g shit, certified, nigga cant touch him
bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them
bought cribs everywhere, everything custom
?, bougie bitches like whats them?
solitaire clear stones, maybach, clear dome
blowin on that lyle pack, bank rolls full grown
we all know convict?, gone with the dumb shit
thug life wit it, like it tatted on my stomach
nigga better pick another number because i am not the one
the bigger pictures whats important before all is said and done
i bet i get this shit back up under my feet
bullshit decides, what i want, i keep
im the big bad wolf, and i want my sheep
your birthday cake, i want my piece
im beefing with mcs at the meet
it seems theyre less then decent
im a beast, then youre my feast
apologies, you just can keep it
say youre winning, yes youre being condescending and facetious
gs from seat to shine see you may bump this in your caprice

[yelawolf]
i once had a friend named charlie, and charlie was always late to school
he had a black eye one day, but he wouldnt say just what happened to him
charlie got mad in class one day, and stood up with a .22 pistol
told everybody that he couldnt take it anymore, he was over being the victim
see, one bullet through the wall, and the history class was interrupted
charlie, foot down in the pool of blood, in the class that made it public
he said that the bullies in school, they drove him to be a suicidal
cause the mirrors didnt reflect the criteria of an american idol
well, sometimes i feel like i could run through the hallways with an ak too
not sayin that i would, but it might feel good, to off me a rapper or two
so, i loaded this pen with a hollow tip, and i followed t.i.p
to the hollow pits of my heart for shit, for you to role model with
take a fifth of jack and swallow it, take a point shell and hollow it
dont be the one with the gun, be the one with the rum, plus two models with
all the kids, listen up, yelawolf dont give a fuck about a club
i dont wanna see you in school, tryna do what i do, telling folks you gon pop the trunk
make something of something, or something from nothing, baby wait
ok, radioactive and its ready for action, see if i really give a fuck, shady

[hook - lil jon]
up in the club, dont give a fuck
up in the club, dont give a fuck
up in the club, dont give a fuck
up in the club, still dont give a fuck

[crooked i]
9 millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter
im finna need a mic and a speaker
im finna beat a prominent leader, come from the seater
tell competition hasta la vista
dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit
its something like you gettin raped by a stranger
cause you do not know who youre fuckin with
crooked is a product of the s-l-a-u-g-h-t-e-r
you, haha, funny, i had money when the dvd was a vcr
niggas about to need cpr when they see the car, pull up, dead
i might pull over, fuck my chauffeur, cause my screwdrivers philips head
them imma tell to take me to yela, getting fucked up, i aint feelin embarrassed
the feelin in the air is the 2.0s party, like niggas and wiggas in paris

[royce da 5'9"]
nickle 9, the rhyme, rhyming, the drama, the driver, firing alarmer
but a bunch of fly bitches saying hi to me now cause a nigga said hi to rihanna
cause i look (cause i look) and i smell good (its a mans world)
thats right im the new james brown, drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do?
what im finna do is go to the strip club and order 8 bricks
im on my t.i.p in atl looking for a little pretty young thing i can escape with
radioactive, shady gon make it go platinum, i couldnt resist
jump on that slaughterhouse, yelawolf, lil jon hard white remix

[hook - lil jon]

[joell ortiz]
lil jon, let me get a lil bit, i mean a minute, nothin crazy
its just that ima lyricist and ive been sittin with this ridiculous venomous bite
and im so ready to strike
i swing and i miss, my dick swing and you miss
i got a missle, cant call it, i might misdial
im in orbit listening to ems last album guzzling gin, recovering alcoholic
everything looking alright, welcome to the lyricist pub
who want a bar fight in a bar so high cause that your dealing with 4 dope muthaf-ckas and 2 hard whites
deuces, period, crop circle, thats the family that matters, im not urkel
but im smooth to step on, when i move to step on ya eyeball ya shitll look purple
im a product of the pjs, still walk through that muthafucka in my pjs
yeah im in jp morgan often but dont think i can get chased out the pj
so try me punk, bet ya body jump when ya shotty pump then ya body slump
yelawolf let me rip this hard white but, please dont make me pop the trunk

[joe budden]
roll the window down i start dumping
pull up on whatever rock that yall on
pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit
my definition of an oxymoron
that aint never stop me from gettin a bad one
i would tell niggas again but they heard the story
furthermore he got a couple i aint buss
but theres no need to rush, they reserved it for me
see im all about fam i dont f-ck with the rest
goons thatll squeeze till a couple thats left
the squad ? smoking ?
but im grown adults and whether that shit you say you dont reciprocate respect
you get plugged, and you need a doctor to cover your hole ?
you probably didnt hear me staying on the couch?
so real i dont need a hollow to prepare me im the first one in the hood to catch a body ?
cause they be thinking that i seen crazy, money motivated, cremate me
way out your league or dream maybe
t.i. team shady

[lil jon - hook]
up in the club, dont give a fuck
up in the club, dont give a fuck
up in the club, dont give a fuck
up in the club, still dont give a fuck

had annoying tags all over it so was difficult to understand some parts. drop any corrections in the comments and ill update when the tagless drops.

Songwriters
SMITH, JONATHAN H. / ATHA, MICHAEL WAYNE / CARTAGENA, ALEX / JACKSON, MICHAEL

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