Pissed On Yelawolf (Ft. Jhi-Ali & Shawty Fatt)
"Pissed On" by Yelawolf (Ft. Jhi-Ali & Shawty Fatt) is a #HipHop track from 2011 that explores themes of struggle, resilience, and defiance against adversity. The lyrics convey raw emotions and personal experiences, reflecting on life's hardships. The song features a gritty beat and Southern rap influences, showcasing Yelawolf's unique style. Its cultural impact lies in its authentic representation of Southern life and the hip-hop scene.
[Verse 1: Jhi-Ali]
With pencil in hand, paper and pistol in pants
I whip out my dick and commence to piss on this game
To me it's so simple and plain, see I'm equipped with the brain
I'm just some other rappers stuck in traffic, got infinite lanes
Ain't no end of this road, it just goes on and on and on
The show, the dough, the clothes, the hoes and mo'
I've gone for the gold as long's the motion been slow, so
Throw it in the low, I've been rollin' and smokin' the dro
I ain't 'bout to change, my Alabama slang
Ain't it man, in my Chevy grippin Alabama grain
Say it backwards 'I'm a baller', you eye-ballin my chain
Love the way I let it hang like they used to do to slaves
And these just facts, Jhi-Ali for the gee's in the trap
With their weed and their crack
For the P.I.M.Ps with their skis on the track
For my go-get-a-nigga in the streets gettin' stacks
For my go-to-school-niggas with degrees living legit, let's make it
Hustlers it's enough for us, fuck it, we just gon' take
Got 'em so tired of askin' us skippin' over the 'bama like we amateur
Watch when it dropping and goin' seven platinum
[Chorus: Shawty Fatt]
Roll with us or get pissed on!
You ain't with us, then bitch get gone!
Yeah we marking 'em out
Just the mark of the south
Lights out, it's dark in this house
With pencil in hand, paper and pistol in pants
I whip out my dick and commence to piss on this game
To me it's so simple and plain, see I'm equipped with the brain
I'm just some other rappers stuck in traffic, got infinite lanes
Ain't no end of this road, it just goes on and on and on
The show, the dough, the clothes, the hoes and mo'
I've gone for the gold as long's the motion been slow, so
Throw it in the low, I've been rollin' and smokin' the dro
I ain't 'bout to change, my Alabama slang
Ain't it man, in my Chevy grippin Alabama grain
Say it backwards 'I'm a baller', you eye-ballin my chain
Love the way I let it hang like they used to do to slaves
And these just facts, Jhi-Ali for the gee's in the trap
With their weed and their crack
For the P.I.M.Ps with their skis on the track
For my go-get-a-nigga in the streets gettin' stacks
For my go-to-school-niggas with degrees living legit, let's make it
Hustlers it's enough for us, fuck it, we just gon' take
Got 'em so tired of askin' us skippin' over the 'bama like we amateur
Watch when it dropping and goin' seven platinum
[Chorus: Shawty Fatt]
Roll with us or get pissed on!
You ain't with us, then bitch get gone!
Yeah we marking 'em out
Just the mark of the south
Lights out, it's dark in this house
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