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Correct Trailer Park Hollywood Lyrics
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[Intro] Heavy metal longsleeve made in 1988 Fake nugget wristwatch made in 1988 Dixie cup in the cup holder, shakin', makin' waves Boom, boom, boom, got Jurassic Park 808's Ooh, I'm Elvis Presley, 38's on 22's Rhinestone jacket like Joshua Hedley Yeah, I got that Honolulu Flower power, bouquet, medley 'Bout to throw this Chevy in Tom Cruise And go Trailer Park Hollywood, go Trailer Park Hollywood [Verse 1] Yeah, I got a styrofoam cooler full of cheap suds Rock a necklace that I pulled off a sink plug Bubba's in the corner chillin' with the mean mug Permanently ill, never did king drugs Did he crack a smile or is it just cracker smiles? That white trash hood shit, go deep with the crocodiles That gummo celebrity mullet is fucking popping now You laid on my vision, you out of touch like a pocket dial Now hold up, open up the folder, look back in the rolodex We repping the seat ever since your uncle was smoking boas Ever since your crooked ass cop daddy, he pulled me over And took my quarter bag of dope, 'cause he's a smoker Fuck it, I got a lot where that came from I know a couple grow spots where that came from 808's rattle in the seat where she came from Yeah, I keep that bottom 'cause I know where I came from Still Slum, bitch [Chorus] Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, we Trailer Park Hollywood I still got the dice hanging from my rearview 'cause I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood Your mama's cigarettes hanging with the heroin, girl She's Trailer Park Hollywood, she's Trailer Park Hollywood Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood [Verse 2] British nights, stepping through puddles and drinking Sprite Baby blue dirt bike, kickstand and the kitchen lights Diggin' through mama's vinyl collection to the smell of fried bologna's a ceremony My religion is 'Bama life No smoke in the mirror tricks, just dope in the mirror with The seeds in the rolling tray and the box with the poker chips The roach in the roach clip with the leather and feathers The bellbottoms and aqua net, the hippies and heavy metal, uh And the block is hot as a tea kettle So much dope in the garage you can't park in it These levels of underground made me a genius with keeping secrets With a family that's scramblin' police radio signals So what does your daddy do? Punch in the clock and growin' pot in the paddy room And you can't hang unless you get on his latitude Hip-hop is my lane and rock and roll is my attitude I stay country fresh, bitch [Chorus] Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, we Trailer Park Hollywood I still got the dice hanging from my rearview 'cause I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood Your mama's cigarettes hanging with the heroin, girl She's Trailer Park Hollywood, she's Trailer Park Hollywood Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl We Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood
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