[Intro]
Yeah, ohh! Get up
I said get up! Let's go..

Better watch out now cause here [bad word] 
And we ain't stoppin' until we see the mornin' sun
So give us room to do our thang cause we [bad word] to hurt no one
So [bad word] and get up on the floor now and grab someone

[Verse One]
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 name's on 'em
Baby Shady's [bad word] and get him if you dames want him
But he ain't stupid so quit [bad word] 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 it 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 at just gettin' home, now can I get that lap dance?

She's got a tattoo of me right above her a**, 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 whose the man, now get amped, 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 nuttin' but a White Trash Party! (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 havin' a White Trash Party! (White Trash Party)

[Verse Two]
Pull a 5th the 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 probably still be too high to get outta bed

'til I feel like I've been hit with the sharp part of the hammer
Mixin' Hennessy 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 and
Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin'
They me the Stephon Marbury of rap darlin'
Cause as soon as they throw on some R. Kelly, I start ballin'

Makin' it rain for the ladies in the mini's
But I'm not throwin' ones, five, tens or even twenties
I'm throwin' quarters, nickles, 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, 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, let's get rowdy, c'mon

 [bad word] 

[Bridge]
Now whether you're black, white or purple if you're misunderstood
But you don't give a f**k, you ain't doin' sh** 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 yo' hood

[Verse Three]
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 [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 tank top to be a wife beater