Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo, you can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll. Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi...
Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo, you can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll. Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi.
(Verse One [1]l
Came up from the bottom baby,
Covered in mud, to the top I rose honey nothin' but love.
From a place that blow bud, sit back and get buzzed,
They keep that thing going, guitars and kick drums.
It's a party everytime that we walk in the spot,
Like my Jack Daniel's straight, not on the rocks.
Not gonna chase it with the water,
I like whiskey with a kick,
Put me in the game coach I'm sick of sittin' on the bench.
Come On!
Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo, you can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll. Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi.
Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo, you can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll. Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi.
(Verse Two [2]l
Roll up another one and let me help my mind escape,
I'm down to shoot a shot of whiskey any time or place.
Came from the rubber with no rhythm and rhyme,
I did what I had to do just to try and get by.
Represent the middle class and lower class citizens,
Cruel world we livin' in, hustlin' tryin' to get it in.
I wake up hung over and be mad at myself,
I be the first to admit, I'm kinda trashy myself.
Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo. You can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll. Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi.
Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo. You can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll. Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi.
When that moonlight goes up,
And we all show up, cuz we all know what's about to go down.
Someone roll up, and we'll all smoke up,
And we'll all blow up, the whole damn town.
I've been drinking and smoking,
I've been smoking and drinking,
I wake up in the morning, like what the fuck was I thinking.
I'm a real outsider, baby I'm a greaser,
Back in high school I was trying to freak the teacher.
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, it's a secret,
Don't you like this bumpin' shit that's coming out your speaker?
Weed made me high, the liquor made me low,
They wouldn't let us in so I'm kicking in the door.
Man it's cool, I'm a fool, let me do what I do,
I might bust up out the room trippin' on shrooms.
Yeah I'm that kind of dude, baby that's who I am,
When it's all said and done, I don't give a damn.
Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo, you can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll. Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi.
Yippie Ki Yay, Yippie Ki Yo, you can make me high,
Or you can make me low.
You gotta understand that's the way
I roll, Talkin' 'bout, yippie ki yi.