Hard White
Yelawolf Lyrics


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It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' 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
But 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
But fuck the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me
Go ahead, what the fuck does it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin'
Two tens, 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'
They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
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 things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly 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 see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin'
Two tens, 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, 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 Lil' Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama

Up in the club, don't give a fuck ah




(Up in the club, still don't give a fuck)
I ain't in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!

Overall Meaning

The song , Hard White, by Yelawolf featuring Lil Jon is an upbeat rap anthem with lyrics that are filled with braggadocio and a sense of unapologetic self-acceptance. In the first verse, Yelawolf claims that he has already made all the mistakes and therefore, he doesn't have anything to lose. He doesn't care if he gets compared to other rappers or if the critics dislike his music because he is confident in his abilities.


The second verse talks about Yelawolf's belief that he isn't held down by societal norms and that he can break free of the chains that hold others back. He shows his confidence by joining the club with two bottles and two women - a win-win situation. The chorus repeats the phrase “Up in the club, don’t give a fuck” indicating that Yelawolf is not afraid to be himself and do what he wants to do.


The last verse adds to Yelawolf's already established persona, as he shows that he is not just an ordinary rapper, but a unique individual who lives his life differently. He mentions his background, growing up with drug dealers, which has obviously played a significant role in shaping who he is today. In conclusion to the song, Yelawolf raps about owning the building and not just being in the building, proving that he is not one to be underestimated.


Line by Line Meaning

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
You don't need to reflect on your actions to know that letting me into the game was a bad decision


Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
Allowing me to enter the music industry is like letting me drunkenly drive your truck, it's a dangerous decision


When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
As soon as I entered the club, I was already drunk with five drinks in my cup


I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
I took another hit of something and then encountered a girl who seemed out of it and stuck in her own problems


But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
I arrived in the club with confidence, wearing a tank top, because I rap quickly and intensely


They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
Critics might assume I sound like Limp Bizkit, but their rapping and lyrics are weak compared to mine


'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
No one will be able to follow in my footsteps because most of them are just wannabes who will never make it


My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!
My body is covered in tattoos that represent my roots and background, which are deeply ingrained in me


Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin'
I have two bottles and two women waiting for me, which is a win-win situation


Drinks on me, for me not you
I'm buying the drinks for myself, not for anyone else


I done already milked it
I've already achieved success and there's nothing left for me to do in this rap game


If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly drink vodka
If God was human like us, he'd probably indulge in alcohol like vodka


'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as real as this
Whether I'm rich or poor, my talent and authenticity will always be unparalleled


Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
Regardless of whether I'm alive or not, I will make a lasting impression on the rap industry


I own the buildin', bitch!
I'm in charge and powerful, I don't just exist within the industry, I own it




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALEX CARTAGENA, JONATHAN H. SMITH, MICHAEL JACKSON, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@berkanakata1938

You ain't gotta lay down on your back
To 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
But 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

[Hook]
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

[Hook 2]
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

[Verse 2 - Yelawolf]
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

[Hook 1 & Hook 2]

Outro
Yeah ya
Y'all know we dont give a fuck!
It’s Gheto-Vision
Yeah!
Shady
Yeah!
Still dont give a fuck
Naaaahhh!… your boy, lil John… we rep the South!
Happy birthday, Alabama
Hey! hey!
Up in the club
Together: dont give a fuck
Aaah…
Up in the club, still dont give a fuck
I ain't in the building, I own the building, Bitch!



All comments from YouTube:

@Ironiquedesignco

I love when I forget good music, and rediscover it again😍

@eburoviccelt

Truth!!

@slumaysalammisaid3566

❤❤❤❤ FeelingX That Yeah

@megansymonds9340

Yes!

@brainstormgraphicsmedia3263

Big fact

@MrHall53

That paaaaaaart

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@j-ballz2639

2021 just rediscovered this. Bout to play on repeat all week 🔥

@570killaa

Same here for me in 2023, a rediscover. Forgot about this banger

@ToxicNsquared

This song has been on repeat for days, thanks Yelawolf.

@evavalleyLotusGoat

#newloopsong

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