W.T.P. Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, oh!



Get up, I said get up

Let's go!



Better watch out, now, here we come

And we ain't stoppin' until we see the mornin' sun

So give us room to do our thing 'cause we ain't come to hurt no one



So everybody come on get up on the floor

Right now and grab someone

Now first of all I'm the boss, I just wanna get that across

Man even my Dentist hates when I floss



Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche

Garbage bag on 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 on get him, if you dames want 'em



But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him

He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to 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 could I get that lap dance?

She's got a tattoo of me right up off 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 up! 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

So let's have us a little bash

And if anyone asks if there ain't no one but us trash



You dunno, you better ask somebody

'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party



Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear

And walk around the party without a care



Like a body without a head

Lookin' like a zombie from "Night of the Livin' Dead"

And tomorrow I'll prolly still be too high to get outta bed

Till I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer



Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta

I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa"

Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders

So quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawlin'



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 them ladies in the mini's



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 then Kenny's



So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie

Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy, c'mon



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 if there ain't no one but us trash



You dunno, you better ask somebody

'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party



Now whether you're black, white or purple if you're misunderstood



But you don't give a fuck, you weren'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 donuts in the hospital parkin' 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 'a dry pita

I'll 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 ya 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 if there ain't no one but us trash

You dunno, you better ask somebody

'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party

(White Trash Party)