Lordz Of Brooklyn
White Trash
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Текст песни White Trash
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[Verse One: performed by ADMoney]
Listen up heres a tale about a white kid
That had to make some cash
Dropped out of school aint never went to class
Sold a little grass, robbed a couple cars
Had a name around the neighborhood for fightin in the bars
Had a chip on his shoulder
Hes a chip off the block
When he drinks, he drinks alone
Grabbed the whiskey took a swig
Heard the fiddle didnt jig
Cause hes watchin everybody round him blowin up gettin big
So he picks out a ride, slim jims the door
Now hes runnin red lights and beatin stop signs
Cops are on his ass and hes runnin out of time
So he hits the chop shop, makes drop, cause hes sick of bein poor
Hes white trash and hes knockin on your door
[Pre Chorus]
Somebodys knockin at my door, somebodys ringin my bell
[Chorus]
Im white trash and Im knockin on your door
White Trash and Im knockin on your door
White Trash and Im knockin on your door
I know you hear me knockin so what you hidin for
[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
He aint never joined the, he aint no altar boy
Hes an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
Hes the kind a kid sittin in the park if you wanna cop a lid
And if he got popped he wouldnt rat he do the bid
Cause hes tuff like rugby down right ugly
If you owe him money youll be black and blue and bloody
From his tenement slum right down to the gutter
He might run a number, sell some iron to the brothers
Cause the cops beat him down and it doesnt make the news
But to him thats payin dues when youre walkin in his shoes
[Pre Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: performed by ADMoney]
Its just another night in the old gin mill
He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
Theyre gettin stared at by some off duty cops sittin down
So what you lookin at you wanna catch a smack
He finishes his beer and his boys take his back
And they mix it up, theyre brawlin on the ground
The cop pulls his pistol and fires off a round
Yo he should of got a job, should of went to class
Now hes layin all alone, still poor white trash
[Pre Chorus]
[Chorus]
[ White Trash Lyrics ]
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