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    White Trash

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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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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