every verse ends in a rhyme The only problem we had was writing enough words But that's okay because the chorus is coming up again now Please play this song on the radio Please play
, you're trash You're trash Trash, trash Baby that's a fact but I like you even more 'cause of that You're such a piece of trash, trash Scratchin' through
every verse ends in a rhyme The only problem we had was writing enough words But that's okay, because the chorus is Coming up again now Please play this song on the radio Please play
Almost every verse ends in a rhyme The only problem we had was writing enough words But that's okay, because the chorus is Coming up again now Please play this song on the radio Please play
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
to say Lets ask Dr. Dre Dr. Dre (What up?) I got a question if i may (Yea?) Is it gay to play putt putt golf with a friend (yeah) And watch his butt
god!) I splish splash while I'm takin a bath Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh White trash -- fuckin your wife in the ass (
*50 Cent* My buddy got a temper He dyin to pop off Last time he did da cops had da block all locked off Take him wit me to hussle, stashed him in da trash
the loose We're the baddest mistakes You meeting out there and cool Banging and scheming Trying to trash school Access from the very best On the
roamin' and we zonin' play the right role White bowl, we still'll take a nigga white goal Before we break fast break glass take trash I'll bust ya
DJ can you play my song?" Please, play somethin' that's good for the air Please, play somethin' that the hood wanna hear So when the radio go to put that trash
we play... we flip that C-R-A-C-K CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that C-R-A-C-K CRACK!! For the money you know how we play...
like a fool, tell me how they talk now Running 'round the town, but I swear the boy clown How you talk trash when it's you that I fed Yeah I talk trash
like hands from my physical I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline I play
bitch but She understands [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] Ay Yo I met her at the Rucker Park Watchin' the stars play I knew she was a terror She was watchin' the squad play
along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on They ride with me when I'm past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game
Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things Instead I'm sitting around trash
back strapped in chrome, to my homies where the tombstones at, where the hoes at? Cuz to many didn't act like dikes, hermaphrodites with benzene, amen Look at the trash
