Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Let's go! Better watch out (now) Cause here we come (come) And we ain't stoppin' until We see the mornin' sun (sun) So give us room to do our thing Cause we ain't come to hurt no one (one) So err'body come on get up on the floor Right now and grab someone (one)
Now 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 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 here come on get him If you dames want 'em But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your claims on him? Cause 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 above her ass, man In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps Down and show this hussy who's the man Now, get up, dance!
[Chorus] 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 If there ain't no one but us trash You dunno, you better ask somebody Cause 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 prolly still be too high to get outta bed Til I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!" Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders So quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawlin' Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin' They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin' Cause as soon as they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin' Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies Man I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's From the north, east and west, but when It comes to them trailers in them South Parks Muffle it, cause 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
Now whether you're black, white or purple If you're misunderstood But you don't give a fuck You weren't doin' shit that you should Long as you know you're up to evil And you're no damn good Get on the floor, man, and rep your 'hood 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 trunk 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 'a 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 I'll rip a tree out the ground And flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown I'll tell ya now I'm so raw I still need to un-thaw You feel me, y'all? I shut the club down like Drake in the mall But baby, a body like that's against the law You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers and all You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car Now get up!