Mario Mims (born May 19, 1981 in Memphis, Tennessee), better known by his s… Read Full Bio ↴Mario Mims (born May 19, 1981 in Memphis, Tennessee), better known by his stage name Yo Gotti, is an American rapper signed to Cash Money Records. Formerly known as Lil Yo in the 90's, he released his first album, From Da Dope Game 2 Da Rap Game, in 2000. Since then he has released 2001's Self-Explanatory, 2003's Life, 2006's Back 2 Da Basics, 2008's Cocaine Muzik, 2009's CM2 (Cocaine Muzik 2 hosted by DJ Drama), and The Pyrex King: Street Runnaz Special Edition.

As one of the six epicenters of Southern hip hop, Memphis has always had a thriving underground capable of producing major platinum superstars such as Eightball & MJG, 3-6 Mafia and Project Pat,Skip a.k.a Gianni Booker. All of the above-mentioned artists at one point in time literally dominated the city’s underground rap scene before going on to become national superstars. Next up to bat is Yo Gotti, M-Town’s current underground rap kingpin. Like his namesake John Gotti, the Memphis based rapper has been running the Southern underground scene with an iron fist for the past. Known and respected throughout the South for his skill and finesse on the microphone, Yo Gotti is one the South’s most respected young rappers.
Born Mario Mims, Yo Gotti grew up in the infamous Ridge Crest Apartments in a North Memphis neighborhood called Frazier. His childhood was typical for a poor ghetto youth in the Deep South. Raised in a family of hustlers and exposed to hard times 24 hours a day the Tennessee rap titan soon turned to the only thing that he knew could get him paid, hustling. “Being from the hood things like hustling will come your way,” says Yo Gotti. “Everybody in my family hustled in some kinda way.” Ironically, hustling is what ultimately led Yo Gotti to rapping.
Taking his cue from Memphis rap legends such as Eightball & MJG, Al Kapone, Gangsta Black, Triple 6 Mafia and Kingpin Skinny Pimp, all of whom he lists as influences, Yo Gotti released his own underground tape entitled, Youngster on the Come Up and placed it on consignment at local mom & pop record stores as well as hustling it out the trunk. The tape sold like hotcakes on the street and made Yo Gotti the hottest rapper on the streets of Memphis. From the Dope Game to the Rap Game, Yo Gotti’s sophomore effort sold so well that Select-O-Hits, a local based independent distributor offered him a small deal and the Memphis rapper more than doubled his fan base with absolutely no marketing or promotions. Soon he found himself ranked among the city’s top rappers. In addition to being featured on the cover of Murderdog Magazine along side his idols Kingpin Skinny Pimp and Al Kapone his record From the Dope Game to the Rap Game made the list for the magazine’s top independent record for the year 2000.
Two years later he inked a distribution deal with TVT Records and released the critically acclaimed album Life, which did respectable numbers for an independent label. “It sold about 40 or 50,000, with no promotions or video,” says Yo Gotti. “That record did what it did on its own.” But as the old saying goes when one door is closed another opened. Gotti’s reputation as the king of Memphis continued to spread and that eventually led him to a production deal with Cash Money/Universal records for his group the Block Burnaz. With his TVT sophomore album entitled Back 2 Da Basics, Yo Gotti returns with the same hardcore street flavor that his die-hard fans have come to know and love, only this time around the true king of Memphis has elevated his game a bit. Given the fact that his last record didn’t do the type of big number he’d hope for you’d think that Yo Gotti would switch up his style to reach a larger audience. Right? Wrong! According to Gotti his street credibility with his underground fans means more to him than gold or platinum status.
“The one thing that you have to understand is that when you create a fan base off of street product the last thing you wanna do is disrespect them by changing because of the record companies and stuff like that. When you do that you change what created you. To me it is very important that I keep in tune with the people that helped to sell 40,000 records independently. That’s why I call my record Back 2 Da Basics.”
Produced by DJ Thoomp, Mannie Fresh, Carlos Brody and newcomers Street Tunes, Back 2 Da Basics offers fans a gritty, insider’s view into the real streets of Memphis as seen through the eyes of Yo Gotti. Nowhere is this viewpoint more intense than on “Full Time,” the amped up lead single –and featured in the MTV Films’ Hustle & Flow movie - with a thunderous bass and intoxicating beat that espouses Gotti’s formula to success –hustle full time.
“A lotta cats wanna be a rapper or a street hustler but they don’t wanna put in the time that it takes,” says Yo Gotti. “They want the money and the cars and the girls, but they don’t wanna work hard for it. But to be successful at anything you gotta grind for it.” On the song “Mama We Gone Be Alright,” he waxes introspective by reflecting on all of the hard times that he and his family have suffered through the years and offers her hope-filled words encouragement. “Mama We Gone Be Alright” along with the gripping tune “My Story” emerges as two of the most interesting songs on Back 2 Da Basics. These three titles along with club banging songs like “Shorty” featuring Baby make Back 2 Da Basics one of the best albums of the year.

Elvis Presley Blvd
Yo Gotti Lyrics

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Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint
Grandaddy was a player, Uncle Sam a pimp (HUH)
All I wanna see is my dawgs get a shot at this
Lookin' at my jewels, them pussy niggas shot and missed
Chop the top off my new car, ain't no fear in my heart
Haiti shots and this new chopper 69'd ya broad

LeBron went back to Cleveland, I should buy a crib
But this spot ain't big enough for how this fat boy live
Lemon pepper, not Louisiana rub
I let my top down, pussy niggas throw it up
305, them boys will tell you "Boss a fool"
That's why I fucked yo bitch in Holyfield pool
Fucked her like a man, should've heard the splash
Paper view my pimpin', niggas COD my cash
Blowin' Swisher sweets all in yo bitch's ass
I should claim these pussy niggas on my income tax
50 racks go to Black at the roulette table
Same ones slept on the floor with me with basic cable
Sideways I'm in the Wraith coming out hard
As I slide down Elvis Presley Blvd
Time to say a prayer so nigga bow your head
And you better wash your hands in my grace land

I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

Boy I used to blow that dope boy sack at Southland Mall
Old school Chevy, Elvis Presley Blvd
Big bag, prescription pills, we call 'em bass guitars
Got bricks of Lisa Presley, get it soft or hard
Rose gold Rosé and the Rollie pink
Hoes in the ship, you know it's bound to sink
Never been to prison, how the boss think
If you a fuck nigga, we'll never link
I'm in bid'ness with hittas and killas
My niggas gorillas who ball like the Grizz
Rest of these niggas be reppin' for G niggas
Or referee niggas who blowin' the whistle
Come to my city, I'm like AC, word, nigga, yeah I'm the mayor
In an old school 'Lac like Issac Hayes, in Preface sippin' Bel-Air
Bitch I'm in the hood

I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard
You can tell them crackers they could go and get the dogs

I'm riding down E-L-V-I-S P-R-E-S-L-E-Y
Shades on my face, you can tell he high
Three white bitches, gettin head like a whale
Three black bitches with a tail like a whale
One fat bitch, when I fucked her off of the side of the bed
She fell like a whale
Straight through the floor, down to the den
Drum through the hoes, start pounding again
Look at me now, I'm pounding again
She so wet, I'm drowning again
Pimp type, MJG, tell them crackers go get the dogs
And when dogs don't find nothing
You can tell them crackers go kiss them balls
Kiss them balls? Yeah, treat 'em as if was a mistletoe
A pimp riding down Elvis Presley, nigga, get yo ho
You know she was reckless, I'm ballin, I'm a sight to see
She was just choking on that boy and that's yo wife to be

I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard
You can tell them crackers they could go and get the dogs

Robbery, on the routine, face and chopper on yo faces
Masked up just like Ku Klux Klan but we are not racist
A pistol and a scale'll get a nigga ass in
A key a car, if you get caught, put in federal pen
Moving bricks like a contractor, a pebble at a time
Broke down a quarter chicken, hard and moved it dime for dime
Memph-ghanistan, take from the rich and sell dope to the poor
If our pockets ever get low, we kick in yo door
I got no patience with these plugs, I have to pull a side
Gave my boy Call a case and his mouth shot off like a rod
If you suckas get caught in jammies and tell on ya mammies
If they gave awards out for snitchin', y'all will get a Grammy

I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard
You can tell them crackers they could go and get the dogs

Pull up on the boulevard, hop out on them niggas slow
I don't fuck with y'all, but I know I probably fucked yo ho
Police on the boulevard, hop out on them niggas slow
Shoot it out in the morning, death around the corner
Ain't dyin' in a prison ho
I'm the mayor of the city, you can't stand the reign
Like Timberlake and Missy, get the fuck out of Memphis
We heavy-hitters, dope dealers, stone-cold killers
Hustle, get money niggas, mob niggas, call a hit, we rob niggas
Riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
My trunk full of AR's wit a bunch of ratchet bitches that'll fuck yo chick, beat a rape charge
Nigga this Memphis, choppers in yo mouth like a dentist
Watch out here with you fuckin' with
And watch all the snake bitches sucking dick
I'mma legend in this streets, high as fuck, Al Green
Sitting sideways, gone off that Isaac Hayes
Ric Flair, white hair, metric tonnes, frying that grease
I'm all in the kitchen, chicken four-piece

I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard
You can tell them crackers they could go and get the dogs

Hold up, put that weed out, po-pos pullin' us over
Black ass nigga in a new drop with a new Rollie
I drive this bitch like it's stolen
I fucked yo bitch just for promotion
And sent her out to go pick up some work from Oakland
Uh, yeah I'm doing 180 down Elvis Presley Blvdd
Got a trap house 'round the corner from Elvis Presley crib
My motor in the rear, Margiela sneakers shiftin' gears
Blunted cookies, boy I have my ear
My bitch calling back-to-back talkin' 'bout "where you at?"

I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard
You can tell them crackers they could go and get the dogs

I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Riding down Elvis Presley Blvd

Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Yo Gotti's "Elvis Presley Blvd" cover various aspects of the rapper's life, ranging from his success in the music industry to his experiences growing up in Memphis. The song also touches upon themes of wealth, street life, and power.

In the first few paragraphs, Yo Gotti boasts about his success as a trap artist, mentioning his second album of the year and his ability to make money from women. He also references his luxurious lifestyle, flying in expensive cars and having expensive jewelry. Yo Gotti compares himself to successful figures in his family, such as his "Grandaddy" who was a player and his "Uncle Sam" who was a pimp. These connections illustrate a sense of pride and a desire to continue their legacy.

Furthermore, Yo Gotti highlights his resilience and bravery in his lyrics. He claims to have no fear in his heart, chopping the top off his new car and being unafraid to use guns. He also refers to sexual encounters and his prowess with women, mentioning both famous boxer Evander Holyfield's pool and his sexual domination over someone else's woman. These lyrics reflect Yo Gotti's confidence and assertiveness.

The third set of paragraphs calls attention to Yo Gotti's involvement in the drug trade. He mentions his past experiences of selling drugs at Southland Mall and references his connections to illicit activities, such as using code names for drugs (e.g., "bricks of Lisa Presley") and the association between drug dealing and music references (e.g., "bass guitars"). The lyrics also touch on his wealth, with mentions of luxurious items like rose gold Rosé and a pink Rollie (a Rolex watch).

The final paragraphs of the song discuss Yo Gotti's experiences in Memphis, particularly the unfavorable aspects. He mentions crime, poverty, and the constant threat of death. Yo Gotti compares himself to influential figures like Justin Timberlake and Missy Elliott, emphasizing his importance and success. The lyrics also touch on relationships, both romantic and non-platonic, with references to sexual encounters and loyalty among friends.

Throughout the song, Yo Gotti's lyrics celebrate his success, wealth, and power while touching on the hardships and dangers of his environment. They also weave in references to popular culture, providing a glimpse into his life and experiences in Memphis.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Aldrin Davis, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Patrick Earl Houston, William Leonard II Roberts

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