W.T.P. Lyrics
Eminem
- 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
- 'Cuz 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?
- 'Cuz 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
- 'Cuz 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
- 'Til 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'
- 'Cuz 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, cuz 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
- 'Cuz 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
- 'Cuz 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, yall?
- 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
- 'Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party
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