Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Party Line , by - White Trash. Release date: 13.06.1991
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Party Line , by - White Trash. Party Line |
| 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 e’erybody 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 |
| Mixin' Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta (Woo) |
| I shoot the gift like I’m hollerin' «Die Santa» |
| Missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders (Yeah) |
| 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 (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 (White trash party) |