W.T.P. E

Yeah! Oh! Get up. I'm trash, man. I said get up. You know what happens when Trash, man. Let's go. Better watch out now 'cause here we come, Come. And we ain't stoppin' until we see the Mornin' sun, sun. So give us room to do our thing 'cause We ain't come to hurt no one, one. So everybody come and get up on the floor Now and grab someone, Man, first of all, I'm a boss. I just wanna get that across. Man, even my dentist hates when I floss. Pull up to the club in a Pinto like It's a Porsche. Garbage bag for one of the Windows, spray-painted doors with the flames on 'em, Michigan plates and my name's on 'em. Baby, Shady's here. Come and get him if you Games want him. But he ain't stupid, so quit Tryna run them games on him. He's immune Cupid. Why you tryna put your claims On him? 'Cause you won't do to me what You did to the last man. Now climb in back. Try not to kick over The gas can. There's a half a gallon in It. That could be our last chance we have Of us gettin' home. Now can I get that Lap dance? She's got a tattoo of me right Up off her ass, man. In the streets of Warren, Michigan, we call 'em Tramp stamps. That means she belongs to me. Time to put the damn clamps down and show This hussy who's the man. Now get up, dance. Now you can do this on your own, but Everyone knows that no one likes to be alone. So get on the floor and grab somebody. Ain't nothin' but a white trash party. White trash party. So let's have us a little bash and if Anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash. You don't know, you better ask somebody. 'Cause we're havin' a white trash party. White trash party. Pull the fifth of Bacardi from Out of my underwear and walk around the party Without a care like a body without a head. Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead and tomorrow probably still be too high to Get out of bed. 'Til I feel like I've Been hit with the sharp part of the hammer. Mixin' Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta. I shoot the gift like I'm hollerin' Die, Santa. Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent Bystanders. So quit tryna play the wall like you Ballin'. Get on the floor when the beat drops And stop stallin'. They call me the Staphon Marbury Of rap, darlin', 'cause as soon as they throw On some R. Kelly I start ballin'. Makin' it rain for the ladies in the minis, But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens or even Twenties. I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, Pennies up at skinnies. Man, I do this for Them bunnies up at Denny's from the North, East And West. But when it comes to them trailers In them South Parks, muffle it 'cause homie that Hood's tighter than Kenny's. So ladies, if your belly button's not an innie, Then I'm outie. Now hop in my minivan. Let's get rowdy. Come on. Now you can do This on your own, but everyone knows that no One likes to be alone. So get on the floor and grab somebody. Ain't nothin' but a white trash party. White trash party. So let's have us a little bash and if Anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash. You don't know, you better ask somebody. 'Cause we're havin' a white trash party. White trash party. Now whether you're black, white Or purple, if you're misunderstood, but you don't Give a fuck, you ain't doin' shit that you Should. Long as you know you're up to evil And you're no damn good, get on the floor, Man, and rep your hood. Now honey, don't let them pricks trip. We should make a quick dip and go do Some donuts in the hospital parking lot 'cause girl I got a sick whip. Kick the back window Out of my Gremlin, put two milk crates in The trunk, rip out the stick shift and make A five-seater. I'll be damned if I feed a Chick. It ain't like me to split a piece Of dry pita. I be the S to the I to the S-H-A-D-Y. Wine, I don't need a tank top to be A wife beater. I'll rip a tree out the Ground and flip it upside down 'fore I turn Over a new leaf, clown. I'll tell you now I'm so raw, I still Need to unthaw. You feel me, yo? I shut the club down like Drake in the Mall. But baby, a body like that's against the Law. You the baddest Lucciane with the blades I Ever saw. Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers And all. You got more junk in your trunk Than I do in my car. Now get up. Now you can do this on your own, but Everyone knows that no one likes to be alone. So get on the floor and grab somebody. Ain't nothin' but a white trash party. White trash party. So let's have us a little bash and if Anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash. You don't know, you better ask somebody. 'Cause we're havin' a white trash party. White trash party.