| Yeah!
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| Oh!
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| Get up (Where my trash at?)
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| I said, get up (You know what happens when I’m around, man)
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| Woo! |
| Let’s go
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| Better watch out now 'cause here we come
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| And we ain’t stoppin' until we see the morning sun
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| So give us room to do our thing 'cause we ain’t come to hurt no one
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| So e’erybody come and get up on the floor now and grab someone
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| Man, first of all; |
| I’m a boss, I just want to get that across
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| Man, even my dentist hates when I floss
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| Pull up to the club in a Pinto like it’s a Porsche
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| Garbage bag for one of the windows, spray-painted doors
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| With the flames on 'em, Michigan plates, and my name’s on 'em
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| Baby, Shady’s here, come and get him if you dames want him
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| But he ain’t stupid so quit tryna run them games on him
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| He’s immune to Cupid, why you tryna put your claims on him?
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| 'Cause you won’t do to me what you did to the last man
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| Now climb in back, try not to kick over the gas can
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| There’s a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance
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| 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
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| In the streets of Warren, Michigan, we call 'em tramp stamps
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| That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps down
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| And show this hussy who’s the man now get amped, dance
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| Now you can do this on your own
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| But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
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| So get on the floor and grab somebody
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| Ain’t nothin' but a white trash party (White trash party)
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| So let’s have us a little bash
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| And if anyone asks, it ain’t no one but us trash
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| You don’t know, you better ask somebody
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| 'Cause we’re having a white trash party (White trash party)
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| Pull a fifth of Bacardi from out of my underwear
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| And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head
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| Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead
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| And tomorrow, I’ll probably still be too high to get out of bed
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| 'Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer
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| Mixin' Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta (Woo)
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| I shoot the gift like I’m hollerin' «Die Santa»
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| Missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders (Yeah) |
| So quit tryna play the wall like you Paul, and
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| Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin'
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| They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin'
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| 'Cause as soon as they throw on some R. Kelly, I start ballin'
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| Makin' it rain for the ladies in the minis
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| But I’m not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties
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| I’m throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies
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| Man, I do this for them bunnies up at Denny’s, from the North, East, and West
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| But when it comes to them trailers in them South parks
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| Muffle it, 'cause, homie, that hood’s tighter than Kenny’s
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| So, ladies, if your belly button’s not an innie, then I’m outtie
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| Now hop in my minivan, let’s get rowdy
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| Come on
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| Now you can do this on your own
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| But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
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| So get on the floor and grab somebody
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| Ain’t nothin' but a white trash party (White trash party)
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| So let’s have us a little bash
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| And if anyone asks, it ain’t no one but us trash
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| You don’t know, you better ask somebody
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| 'Cause we’re having a white trash party (White trash party) |
| Now whether you’re black, white, or purple, if you’re misunderstood
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| But you don’t give a fuck, you ain’t doin' shit that you should
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| Long as you know you’re up to evil and you’re no damn good
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| Get on the floor, man, and rep your hood
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| Now, honey, don’t let them pricks trip, we should make a quick dip
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| And go do some doughnuts in the hospital parking lot, 'cause, girl—I got a sick
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| whip
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| Kick the back window outta my Gremlin
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| Put two milk crates in the trunk, rip out the stick shift
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| And make a five-seater, I’ll be damned if I feed a chick
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| It ain’t like me to split a piece of dry pita
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| I be the S-L-to-the-I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y
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| And I don’t need a tank top to be a wife beater
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| I’ll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down
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| 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
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| I’ll tell you now, I’m so raw, I still need to unthaw
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| You feel me, y’all? |
| I shut the club down like Drake in the mall
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| But baby, a body like that’s against the law
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| You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw
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| Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers and all |
| You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car
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| Now get up
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| Now you can do this on your own
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| But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
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| So get on the floor and grab somebody
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| Ain’t nothin' but a white trash party
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| So let’s have us a little bash
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| And if anyone asks, it ain’t no one but us trash
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| You don’t know, you better ask somebody
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| 'Cause we’re having a white trash party (White trash party) |