W.T.P. (White Trash Party)

Eminem

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    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)

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    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

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    Composición: Eminem, Luis Edgardo Resto, Quee Dwayne Richard Chin y Jg

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