WTP (White Trash Party)
Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Let's go!Better watch out (now)Cause here we come (come)And we ain't stopping untilWe see the morning sun (sun)So give us room to do our thingCause we ain't come to hurt no one (one)So everybody come on get up on the floorRight now and grab someone (one)
Now first of all I'm a bossI just wanna get that acrossMan even my dentist hates when I flossPull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a PorscheGarbage bag on one of the windowsSpray-painted doors with the flames on 'emMichigan plates and my name's on 'emBaby, Shady's here come on get himIf you dames want 'emBut he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on himHe's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your claims on him?Cause you won't do to me what you did to the last manNow climb in back try not to kick over the gas canThere's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chanceWe have of just gettin' home, now could I get that lap dance?She's got a tattoo of me right above her ass, manIn the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stampsThat means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clampsDown and show this hussy who's the manNow, get up, dance!
[Chorus]Now you can do this on your ownBut everyone knows that no one likes to be aloneSo get on the floor and grab somebody!Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!So let's have us a little bashAnd if anyone asksIf there ain't no one but us trashYou dunno, you better ask somebodyCause we're havin' a White Trash Party!
Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwearAnd walk around the party without a careLike a body without a headLookin' like a zombie from Night of the Livin' DeadAnd tomorrow I'll prolly still be too high to get outta bedTil I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammerMixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and MylantaI shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!"Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystandersSo quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawlin'Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin'They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin'Cause as soon as they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin'Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini'sBut I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twentiesI'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinniesMan I do this for them bunnies up at Denny'sFrom the north, east and west, but whenIt comes to them trailers in them South ParksMuffle it, cause homie that hood's tighter then Kenny'sSo ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outieNow hop in my minivan, let's get rowdyC'mon
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Now whether you're black, white or purpleIf you're misunderstoodBut you don't give a fuckYou weren't doin' shit that you shouldLong as you know you're up to evilAnd you're no damn goodGet on the floor, man, and rep your 'hoodNow honey, don't let them pricks tripWe should make a quick dipAnd go do some donuts in the hospital parkin' lotCause girl I got a sick whipKick the back window outta my GremlinPut two milk crates in the trunkRip out the stick shift andMake a five seaterI'll be damned if I feed a chickIt ain't like me to split a piece 'a dry pitaI'll be the S-L to the I-M to the S-H-A-D-YAnd I don't need a tank top to be a wife beaterI'll rip a tree out the groundAnd flip it upside down'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clownI'll tell ya nowI'm so raw I still need to un-thawYou feel me, y'all?I shut the club down like Drake in the mallBut baby, a body like that's against the lawYou the baddest little chain with the blades I ever sawColeslaw containers, empty straw wrappers and allYou got more junk in your trunk than I do in my carNow get up!
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