Yelawolf & DJ Paul - Light Switch Lyrics
[Intro: Yelawolf]PBR cans and ditchesBig trunk rears rolling over ditchesAnd PBR cans in *****es hands, PBR(That DJ Paul beat)Don’t smoke, I’m blowin up city yardsThis city yours, I burn thisThe *****? SeeSee it was shit but..Hold up, Keep your doors in***** manThere gotta be a way to describe this shit manI’mma figure this shit outFo real[Verse 1]Gold teeth on my silver spoonFrosted flakes on the paint jobCountry boy from that pit of goonsWhite folks that you can't robYeah, at fourteen sippin' four-zeros of St. IdesFifth grade with a switchbladePentagrams on my fake watchLevis from the thrift shopBusta Rhymes on my feet, *****Daddy's back in the [?] nowClay stuck in my cleats, WHATMamma's all in the J O BFlame tip to that cheaba cheabaSeeds poppin' like Bama doesMeet girls in these green AdidasGrass stains from the walk homeCargo pants full of M80'sCrushed pills in my watch pocketNo dough to these kids dailyGeeked up, tripped outTired eyed, brain friedMouth full, lips outMushrooms, sack driedBackwoods cannot hold the dopeGotta half an O in a crystal bowlYoung girls in a web trapBrainwashed liked a vegetableTake some of this blood soupKinfolk it's just me and youBlood mates with a twenty-twoWitchcraft and the ***** is through[Hook]Light switch, hell nahThey shut the mother*****ing power offAin't that a *****, ***** ya'llGotta get my neighbor up just to make a callLight switch, ***** ya'llI'ma grab a notepad, I'mma write it allThat's right *****, I'mma turn it onLooking at this shit, it’s like click to a light switch[Verse 2]Out to my old life with that tall-boyDrink it down to the spit bathNatty Ice on the floorboardRole models can't get thatMy whole motto was just laughLaugh it off and just get madEither way I'm up on the roofLooking for cars to throw bricks atAnarchy is in my genesMiddle fingers and pipe bombsThat's how I stay entertainedWith no dad, right mom?Fishing hook on the hat brimGrease under my white nailsHard truth to this false worldLearned quick to fight wellGive thanks to the microwaveI'm a chef when I'm home aloneTryin' a cook a banana peel for me and Betty to smoke onTin foil with a big bend makes no smoke, hood smokeBefore the [?] I was packing res' with [?]Skull up with them cross bones that's no place to borrow soapPirates out in that deep south go pop pills like PabloDon't speak Spanish they heat manageCrime watch and them pine copsAnd the black suit with them mag lightsWe them dope boys in the pine box[Hook][Verse 3]Trench coats in the hallwayThat young man's got an old gunBut when Pop left, got them safe keysThat age gap is a short jumpBabies all in that grave sightTears drop on that Jesus pieceBlack clothes, Johnny CashCome hostile and you leave in peaceWhite stripes, red stripesWhite stars, blue nightThat banner's up in that trailer parkThem pigs flashing them blue lightsPsychological mother*****erPower trip and they pat you downStunt ya growth with a steel cageThat'll make a grown man act a clownTire treads on them gravel roadsOld school with them rusty hoodsBaby seats full of crystal methHigh risk but the money’s goodSherm sticks in the bosses handParliaments I smoke by the caseWatching all of this in my landTo the butt, nothing goes to wasteGrease trap of the nation’s pitOh how they just savor itHoods dropping like flies yeahThey got a plan for you, just wait for itThat statue was a major *****But man I feel liberatedTook this shit like a dung beetleI had a ball, I innovated[Hook]
