基本介紹
- 外文名：W.T.P.
- 所屬專輯：Recovery
- 歌曲原唱：Eminem
- 音樂風格：流行
- 發行日期：2010年
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Yeah... Oh.... get up, I said get up... 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 wanna 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 names 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 getting 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 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 nothing 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!
Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear
And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head
Looking like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead
I shoot the gift like I’m hollerin “Die santa”
And tomorrow probably still be too high to get out of bed
Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer
Mixing Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta
Missed the tree and hit Rudolf 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, darling
Cause as soon as they throw on some R. Kelly I start ballin
Making it rain for the ladies in the mini’s
But I’m not throwing ones, fives, tens or even twenties
I’m throwing quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies
From the north, east and west
But when it comes to them trailers in them Southparks, 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 mini-van, lets 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 nothing 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
