White Trash

Текст песни Pimpadelic - White Trash

I light fires in your cities every night as you sleep
I'm like a white zombie baby, i'm an astrocreep
A motherfuckin loser
But still i got sweets
Mad fuckin lyrics over bomb-ass beats
Like helter skelter i be comin down fast
Bitches come around, get a dick in your ass
Don't step in more shit than ya wanna get on ya
I got mad game from here to california
On a mission, bitches be dissin me, dont piss me off
Cuz they can't cope, my rhymes are dope
Y'all can all fuck off comin live from texas
So you can't compete
You introduce me to your girl, now shes workin the streets
For easy jesus, the derelict
Dont put up with no disrespect
I'm much more than what you'd expect
I'll break your motherfuckin neck, proper
Fuck the cops that hawk me, right
Like g.g. allen they ain't never gonna take me alive
Statutory stories never make me back down
I drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound
I be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp
Not a playa hata fool, i'm easy jesus the pimp

And i'm psycho like no other motherfucker
And i'm psycho like no other motherfucker
And i'm psycho like no other motherfucker
Fuck you, i am white trash
I sit you up like sid vicious
Smack your ass like heroin
Smokin weed
Constantly
Yes indeed
I do it better than most
I get ghost after committin the crime
Polish for the parents and jump the fence
Then i'm back in my ride
I'm a outlaw, a microphone is my gun
And like the trenchcoat mafia i wanna kill someone
Mothafuckas panic cuz they know i'm satanic
I dont give a fuck about nobody, understand that
Statutory stories never make me back down
I drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound
I be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp
Not a playa hata fool, we some god damn pimps

Beat up from the get-go, born in a good times van
My nuts in a sling middle finger on my hand
I pop some shit and then you pop a clip think you're packin nuts
It's time to wrap it up and flip the script
No matter where i'm from this scum is number one
To get under the velvet rope and watch the bitches flock in
Tons - holler, holler for the gold collar, scholar from the
School of hard knocks another day, another dollar
Had to bother all the brothers; that smother the nasties that
Hover - a bone is picked, you know i got your number
Hillbillies from dixie, trigger fingers that are itchy
Got my back attack if a cat tries to get with me
Raised on hank jr., tennessee whiskey and tattoos
In a cradle with my rebel blankie singin the blues
Daddy was a rolling stone and a felon
Crystal meth and my sister was what he was sellin
Statutory stories never make me back down
Stompin hard with my honkies never makin a sound
Fuck you pussys that forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country, i'll kick your ass
Fuck you, i am white trash!