Yelawolf & DJ Paul
If You’re Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough
[Intro]
1, 2…

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
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

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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…
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
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

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
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!
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
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

[Outro: DJ Paul]
C’mon mother fuckers!
Keep up!
Keep up!
Keep up!
And cut