Hard White (Up In The Club) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up
Yela?)
[Dm]You [D]know it's time to crank
the club [Dm]up[D]
Let's go! Yelawolf

[Verse 2]
You ain't gotta lay [D]down on [Dm]your bed
to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the [D]motherfuckin' game is
lettin' [Dm]me drunk- drivin' your truck
[D]Whe[Dm]n Yelawolf arrived in thi[D]s clu[Dm]b,
already had five in [D]my cup
I done [Dm]took another hit,
I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless [D]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 fuck
[Dm]in' Jack b[D]ottle!?
[Dm]With' Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this [D]bitch with' a tank top 'cause
I [Dm]spit so [D]very darn quick and scary
That's [Dm]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!

[Verse 3]
Two [D]bottles,
shawty, two bitches waitin'
[Dm]Two [D]tens,
that's a win- win [Dm]situation
Happy birthday,
[D]I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on [Dm]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

[Verse 4]
I don't know what to [Dm]say after that first verse,
I mean, like, [D]damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I sup[Dm]posed to do [D]with
this [Dm]cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another [D]ci garette, unfiltered,
[Dm]let go of anything that I'm feelin'[D]
They done broke me down [Dm]so many ti[D]mes befo[Dm]re
that I'm no longer rappin', [D]I'm buildin'
[Dm]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
[D]I still kick i[Dm]t 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

[Verse 5]
Two [D]bottles,
shawty, two bitches [Dm]waitin'
Two [D]tens, [Dm]that's a win[D]-
win [Dm]situation
Happy birth[D]day,
I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on [Dm]me for me, not you

[Verse 6]
Up in the [Dm]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 7]
[Dm]Yeah, [D]yea[Dm]h (Y'all know
we don't give a fuck)
It's Ghett- O- [D]Vision (Yeah)
[Dm]Shady (Yeah) still don't give
[D]a fuck [F#m](Nah)
(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the [F#]South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
[Dm]

[Verse 8]
Up in the club,
don't give a [Dm]fuck ah
(Up in the club,
still [Dm]don't [Dm]give a fuck)
[Dm]I ain't in the buildin',
I own [Dm]the buildin', bitch!