Southern Hospitality

Lyrics

[Intro: Jelly Roll] Talk I told 'em [Verse 1: Jelly Roll] Here's some weed to roll what ya need to know I'ma speak my soul on every beat I flow Give you the shirt off my back in the freezin' cold I'm talkin' three below the rain sleet and snow Let me tell y'all about the good ole days Walked to school uphill both ways Somethin' I learned at a real young age How to work them scales and to deal cocaine Money money money money money, had to get it This for every southern motherfucker in the trenches This for everyone of us tryin' to make a livin' Came from the bottom baby you know I'm with it Now you see it in my eyes how the fat man feelin' Ridin' around lit with a bad bitch wit him Me and Struggle got next, ask Catfish Billy We gon' stand for the city like the Batman building Me and Alexander King had a conversation About how these bitches need a confrontation Better not try us not for playin' Right there in the cut got the monsters waitin' Ha! Until then [Chorus: Yelawolf] Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink 'Cause around here you can do anything What's mine is yours man, it's our family That's just my southern hospitality Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things So being cool sometimes is challenging You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee That I will lose my southern hospitality [Verse 2: Struggle] You see I can be a care bear or I can be a grizzly What you get from me is up to you Good guy, with a good heart From the west side, not the good part Got a bad side, I don't let out Less I'm in a corner, need to get out Never sit out, I played the game Til the last second, when the buzzer rang I was left dead, on the battlefield When I called for help, all the buzzards came Stayed loyal, when others ain't Kept it real, dispose a fake Lost money, got more to make Lost friends, no more to make All my brothers stayed, that's all that matters We talk big, no small chatter My bitch ridin, my kids savage My pockets fat, my wife's ass fatter You big mad, you gon' get madder Climbin' fast, on that big ladder Ask for it, you gonna get answered With a sharp stab, of my last laugh [Chorus: Yelawolf] Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink 'Cause around here you can do anything What's mine is yours man, it's our family That's just my southern hospitality Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things So being cool sometimes is challenging You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee That I will lose my southern hospitality [Verse 3: Alexander King] All these rappers sound the same (Yep) Buncha gangster shit in their convo (Haha) See em out they don't say shit (Nah) Whole God damn different song though (That's right) Not a peep, not a mumble (Nope) Take me to your head honcho (Hey) Hoe hurry up, make it pronto (Hurry up) Before my little homies pop the trunk (Oh) Roll and po' up 'til somebody throw up Give a fuck what anybody thinks (Yah) We celebrating comin' up from nothin' Either feel the shit or you can't (Yah) You either with the shits or you ain't (Ain't) I'm even pourin' haters up drinks (Alright) But the disrespect will not be tolerated Better watch the fuck what you sayin' And my jackets long my records dirty Ain't nothing about me on safety Got a short fuse I'm full throttle And I bleed danger got no patience It's all good till it ain't good That's how the east side raised em If I call you family I'd die for you And I've showed it on many occasions [Chorus: Yelawolf] Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink 'Cause around here you can do anything What's mine is yours man, it's our family That's just my southern hospitality Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things So being cool sometimes is challenging You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee That I will lose my southern hospitality