W.T.P. (White Trash Party)

Yeah! Oh! Get up (where my trash at?)

I said, get up

(You know what happens when I'm around, man)

Woo! Let's go

Better watch out now 'cause here we come

And we ain’t stoppin' until we see the morning sun

So give us room to do our thing

'Cause we ain’t come to hurt no one

So everybody come and get up on the floor now

And grab someone

Man, first of all, I’m a boss

I just want to 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 dames want him

But he ain’t stupid so quit tryna run them games on him

He's immune to 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 just gettin' home, now can I get that lap dance?

She’s got a tattoo of me right above 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 amped, 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 having a white trash party (white trash party)

Pull a 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 I'll probably still be too high to get out of bed

'Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer

I'm mixin' Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta

I shoot the gift like I’m hollering: Die, Santa!

Missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders

So quit tryna play the wall like you Paul

And 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 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 outtie

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 having a 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 doughnuts in the hospital parking lot

'Cause girl, I got a sick whip

Kick the back window outta 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-L-to-the-I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y

And 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, y'all? I shut the club down like Drake in the mall

But baby, a body like that’s against the law

You the baddest little chain 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

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 having a white trash party