Will Power - Whiskey in a Bottle lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah Still on that a** like handcuffs Up in ya like hand-puppets Make a mute holla You should've jumped in that Impala homie Refrigerators never seen ice baby Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill Will make a flame grab a chinchilla Quite like the words I built up to f** guppies, I see food and I hush puppies So give me that king crab And I'll break its shell, you seen that? Well f** 'em if he don't take it well So crack the top off that hot, shaking ale And say "Free Young Struggle" who's not making bail He got popped by the feds f** the cops! Take an L f** it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell I'll pull up to the gate And we'll skate on these country f*ggots And until then, f** 'em, they can have it Slumerican means: Slum American breed Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah [Hook] Put your hands to the sky I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now Yeah, I'm a landslide I'm a head case, trainwreck, avalanche comin' down Put your hands to the sky I'm a ready made party, I'm whiskey in a bottle now La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa I'm whiskey in a bottle now [Verse 2] Still on that gas like The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red I'm on that a** like Alabama did LSU Goose egg, oh lord Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore Roll Fords? Nah roll tide and roll Chevys My momma rolls joints, smoke rolls off of the tip Daddy's a rolling stone, I'm rolling in sh** With these pigs in the south side Who you rolling with in the sticks? With hair weaves and air streams Cigarette stained walls f**, I can barely breathe Spittin' shotgun pellets Out of my f**in' chili bowl But am I a hill billy? No I am the truth behind these f**in' illusionist Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue is Call me a redneck, and I just tattoo it Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in music So.. [Hook] Put your hands to the sky I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now Yeah, I'm a landslide I'm a head case, trainwreck, avalanche comin' down Put your hands to the sky I'm a ready made party, I'm whiskey in a bottle now La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa I'm whiskey in a bottle now [Verse 3] Still on that gra** like John Deere's This yard is already cut, you can't get no work here Uh, you f*gs thought it was swag You was stealing, it turns out I got no peers Just years of street smarts, so here you go retards Come hit this bullseye, I'll give you three darts One: my last album flopped, two: it wasn't my time Three: my f**in' mama's selling my pajamas online La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa But guess what? (I'm whiskey in a bottle now) f**in' right, I'm aged, I'm thirty-three I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a piece, don't clap For no MC who's wack, they get a free slap f** out my car when I smashed in a Caprice, I'm Jack Sippin' still, whippin' wood wheels Truck on steroids, illegal to play ball But dammit how good it feels, drop that black card Park in the backyard, baby fire up the grill It's party time [Hook] Put your hands to the sky I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now Yeah, I'm a landslide I'm a head case, trainwreck, avalanche comin' down Put your hands to the sky I'm a ready made party, I'm whiskey in a bottle now La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa I'm whiskey in a bottle now