W.T.P.

Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Let's go!

Better watch out (now)

Cause here we come (come)

And we ain't stoppin' until

We see the mornin' sun (sun)

So give us room to do our thing

Cause we ain't come to hurt no one (one)

So err'body come on get up on the floor

Right now and grab someone (one)

Now first of all I'm a 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 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 up, dance!

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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

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'

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

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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 un-thaw

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!

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