Lyrics:

Yeah (burr)

Go white girl, its ya birthday [x2]

Yelawolf mane and Gucci

Go white girl, its ya birthday

Yelawolf mane and Gucci

Holleratche mane



So I got this twelve pack (burr)

We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer

Wit ya girl in my ear sayin, I just wanna party



[Verse 1 - Yelawolf]

Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale

D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well

Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale

Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she wont kiss and tell

[inaudible], pack the pack and drink the ale

Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell

Dont think I can lean my chair

Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin rappers

You don't wanna see me there

Blindside em, blindside em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail

You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face

I come from the bottom, you aint gotta put ya dope away

Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train

Reachin for the bottles baby, tell me what you want again



[Chorus]

I just wanna party [x3]

We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer

Got ya girl in my ear sayin

I just wanna party

I just wanna party [x3]

We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer

Wit ya girl in my ear sayin

I just wanna party



[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]

Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted its scary

Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty

Lets party like its 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix

Now the hip imma hippopotamus, I'm roarin up that rinoshorus

Shes jockin and its obvious, I land in your metropolis

Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies

She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney

I'm 80 bottles shawty

I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up

Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns

We came here with 5 of em, i leave out with 9 of em



Thats 14,Im keeping em around all morning till i get tired of em



[Chorus]

I just wanna party [x3]

We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer

Got ya girl in my ear sayin

I just wanna party

I just wanna party [x3]

We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer

Wit ya girl in my ear sayin

I just wanna party



[Verse 3 - Yelawolf]

Cocanie on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs

Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot

Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin

Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time

To put em in the mood, to put em in the car

Take em to the house and (what)

Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth

How we do it down south and (what)

I'm always going going,

Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing

Crop dusting on the Boeing

Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)

Cook it up, make a meal(ey)

Gettin stupid, gettin silly

Drinkin beer(ey), also chile

Fucked up but I'll tell you that I cant complain

Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained



[Chorus]

I just wanna party [x3]

We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer

Got ya girl in my ear sayin

I just wanna party

I just wanna party [x3]

We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer

Wit ya girl in my ear sayin

I just wanna party



(Gucci Mane) (Outro)

Bama!

We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah)

Yellow, Gucci (BURR)

That's hard