White Trash

[Verse One: performed by ADMoney]

Listen up here's a tale about a white kid

That had to make some cash

Dropped out of school ain't never went to class

Sold a little grass, robbed a couple cars

Had a name around the neighborhood for fightin' in the bars

Had a chip on his shoulder

He's a chip off the block

When he drinks, he drinks alone

Grabbed the whiskey took a swig

Heard the fiddle didn't jig

Cause he's watchin' everybody round him blowin' up gettin' big

So he picks out a ride, slim jims the door

Now he's runnin' red lights and beatin' stop signs

Cops are on his ass and he's runnin' out of time

So he hits the chop shop, makes drop, cause he's sick of bein' poor

He's white trash and he's knockin' on your door

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Somebody's knockin' at my door, somebody's ringin' my bell

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I'm white trash and I'm knockin' on your door

White Trash and I'm knockin' on your door

White Trash and I'm knockin' on your door

I know you hear me knockin' so what you hidin' for

[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]

He ain't never joined the, he ain't no altar boy

He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd

He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you wanna cop a lid

And if he got popped he wouldn't rat he do the bid

Cause he's tuff like rugby down right ugly

If you owe him money you'll be black and blue and bloody

From his tenement slum right down to the gutter

He might run a number, sell some iron to the brothers

Cause the cops beat him down and it doesn't make the news

But to him that's payin' dues when you're walkin' in his shoes

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[Verse Three: performed by ADMoney]

It's just another night in the old gin mill

He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills

He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down

They're gettin' stared at by some off duty cops sittin' down

So what you lookin' at you wanna catch a smack

He finishes his beer and his boys take his back

And they mix it up, they're brawlin' on the ground

The cop pulls his pistol and fires off a round

Yo he should of got a job, should of went to class

Now he's layin' all alone, still poor white trash

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