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

Better watch out now,
Here [bad word] 
And we ain't stoppin' until
We see the mornin' sun,
So give us room to do our thing
Cuz we [bad word] to hurt no one, 
So [bad word] 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 [bad word] on, 
Get him if you dames want 'em,
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] man,
In the streets of Warren, Michigan 
We call 'em tramp stamps,
That means she belongs to me, 
Time to put the [bad word] clamps down 
And show this hussy who's the man,
Now, get up, dance! 

 [bad word] ]
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 dunno you better akse 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 probably 
Still be too high to get outta bed,
Til I feel like I been hit 
With the sharp part of the hammer
Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta 
With Pepto and Mylanta,
I shoot the gift like 
I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!",
Missed the tree and [bad word] 
And two innocent bystanders,
So quit tryna play the wall 
Like you Paul,
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 minis,
But I'm not throwin' ones, 
Fives, tens, or even twenties,
I'm throwin' 
Quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies 
Up at Skinny's man, 
I do this for them bunnies 
Up at Denny's,
From the north, east and west, 
But when [bad word] 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!

 [bad word] 

Now whether you're black, 
White or purple, 
If you're misunderstood
But you don't give a [bad word] 
You ain't doin' [bad word] that you should,
Long as you know you're up to evil
And you're no [bad word] good,
Get on the floor, man, 
And rep your hood!

Now honey, don't let them pricks trick,
We should make a quick dip
And go do some donuts 
In the hospital parkin' lot
Cuz girl, 
I got a sick wip,
Kick the back window 
Outta my Gremlin, 
Put two milk crates in the [bad word] 
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'll be the S-L to the I-M 
To the S-H-A-D-Y,
And I don't need a tanktop 
To be a wife-beater&#