Yelawolf, DJ Paul - If You're Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, DJ Paul - If You're Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough lyrics]
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you
Gotta get back up
I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
But, I know enough… to know
If you’re gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
Yeah, I come from a long
Line of hell raisin’ billy’s
Whiskey in my liver jumpin’ off
The roof in Philly at the dive bar breakin’
Bottles breakin’ tables
A marijuana smoker was the hand
That rocked the cradle
Couldn’t keep me out of trouble
Couldn’t keep me outta (water?)
Ain’t nobody partyin’ nobody party harder
Went to jail so many times I
Got police outside the charter
Took a private jet to Florida
Just to eat at Benihana’s
I just woke up from a bender on
The beach out in my skivvies
Spent all of my money in
The rainbow room with Lemmy
Babies throwin’ lovin’ at my
Bama cousin Benny but Benny drank so much he
Couldn’t even get a semi’
Black leather jacket red boots black jeans
Climbin’ off the stalk but I
Got no magic beans
Just a 38 Revolver and some purple methazine
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn
We gonna do for the team… for the team
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you
Gotta get back up
I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
But, I know enough… to know
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
Hey… hey… See
Once upon a time in Memphis Tennessee
I was ridin’ through the projects
With their work on me
Gonna pick up Crunchy Black and
Get tattoos on our back
Me and GgetHhig Chris were
Drinkin’ on some yak
Ridin’ dirty in my orange suburban
With the gold fleece
Gold fat boy face dirty like scarface
We was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Orange suburban in the projects midnight
Next thing I know you know how it goes
Then we gettin’ pulled over by the po-po
I said "no no" when I
Had blow… and two Glocks
Bright idea, put ‘em in the same stash box
Dickhead, Dickhouse, shit what I did
They brought the dogs and
They found the Glocks
When they sniffed out my briggs
Now they got me in a cell
And this shit is hot as hell
What I’d trade for quarter mil
Waitin’ for me in my crib! Fuck!
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you
Gotta get back up
I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
But, I know enough… to know
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
C’mon mother fuckers! Keep up!
Keep up! Keep up! And cut
When you get knocked down you
Gotta get back up
I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
But, I know enough… to know
If you’re gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
Yeah, I come from a long
Line of hell raisin’ billy’s
Whiskey in my liver jumpin’ off
The roof in Philly at the dive bar breakin’
Bottles breakin’ tables
A marijuana smoker was the hand
That rocked the cradle
Couldn’t keep me out of trouble
Couldn’t keep me outta (water?)
Ain’t nobody partyin’ nobody party harder
Went to jail so many times I
Got police outside the charter
Took a private jet to Florida
Just to eat at Benihana’s
I just woke up from a bender on
The beach out in my skivvies
Spent all of my money in
The rainbow room with Lemmy
Babies throwin’ lovin’ at my
Bama cousin Benny but Benny drank so much he
Couldn’t even get a semi’
Black leather jacket red boots black jeans
Climbin’ off the stalk but I
Got no magic beans
Just a 38 Revolver and some purple methazine
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn
We gonna do for the team… for the team
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you
Gotta get back up
I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
But, I know enough… to know
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
Hey… hey… See
Once upon a time in Memphis Tennessee
I was ridin’ through the projects
With their work on me
Gonna pick up Crunchy Black and
Get tattoos on our back
Me and GgetHhig Chris were
Drinkin’ on some yak
Ridin’ dirty in my orange suburban
With the gold fleece
Gold fat boy face dirty like scarface
We was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Orange suburban in the projects midnight
Next thing I know you know how it goes
Then we gettin’ pulled over by the po-po
I said "no no" when I
Had blow… and two Glocks
Bright idea, put ‘em in the same stash box
Dickhead, Dickhouse, shit what I did
They brought the dogs and
They found the Glocks
When they sniffed out my briggs
Now they got me in a cell
And this shit is hot as hell
What I’d trade for quarter mil
Waitin’ for me in my crib! Fuck!
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you
Gotta get back up
I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
But, I know enough… to know
If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
C’mon mother fuckers! Keep up!
Keep up! Keep up! And cut