W.T.P. Lyrics – Eminem
White Trash Party In what’s probably the most lighthearted song on Recovery, Eminem describes rolling up to trashy parties in highly flammable super compact cars from the 70s, and then dancing and yelling at other people to dance (hangovers figure prominently in the narrative).| Song Name : | W.T.P. |
| Album / Movie : | Recovery |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Yeah, oh!
Get up, I said get upLet’s go!
Better watch out, now, here we comeAnd we ain’t stoppin’ until we see the mornin’ sunSo give us room to do our thing ’cause we ain’t come to hurt no one
So everybody come on get up on the floorRight now and grab someoneNow first of all I’m the boss, I just wanna get that acrossMan even my Dentist hates when I floss
Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it’s a PorscheGarbage bag on one of the windowsSpray painted doors with the flames on ’emMichigan plates and my name’s on ’emBaby, 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 himHe’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 manNow climb in back try not to kick over the gas can
There’s a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chanceWe have of just gettin’ home, now could I get that lap dance?She’s got a tattoo of me right up off her ass, manIn the streets of Warren, Michigan we call ’em tramp stampsThat means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps
Down and show this hussy who’s the manNow, get up! Dance!
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be aloneSo get on the floor and grab somebodyAin’t nothin’ but a White Trash PartySo let’s have us a little bashAnd 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 underwearAnd walk around the party without a care
Like a body without a headLookin’ like a zombie from “Night of the Livin’ Dead”And tomorrow I’ll prolly still be too high to get outta bedTill I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part’a the hammer
Mixin’ Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and MylantaI shoot to kill like I’m hollerin’ “Die Santa”Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystandersSo 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 twentiesI’m throwin’ quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinniesMan, I do this for them bunnies up at Denny’s from the north, east and westBut when it comes to them trailers in them South ParksMuffle it, ’cause homie that hood’s tighter then Kenny’s
So ladies if your belly button’s not an innie then I’m outieNow hop in my minivan, let’s get rowdy, c’mon
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be aloneSo get on the floor and grab somebodyAin’t nothin’ but a White Trash PartySo let’s have us a little bashAnd 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
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 shouldLong as you know you’re up to evilAnd 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 dipAnd go do some donuts in the hospital parkin’ lot‘Cause girl, I got a sick whipKick the back window outta my GremlinPut two milk crates in the trunk, rip out the stick shift and
Make a five seater, I’ll be damned if I feed a chickIt ain’t like me to split a piece ‘a dry pitaI’ll be the S, L to the I, M to the S, H, A, D, YAnd I don’t need a tank top to be a wife beaterI’ll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down‘Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown, I’ll tell ya nowI’m so raw I still need to unthaw, you feel me, y’all?I shut the club down like Drake in the mallBut baby, a body like that’s against the lawYou the baddest little chain with the blades I ever sawColeslaw containers, empty straw wrappers and allYou got more junk in your trunk than I do in my carNow get up!
Now you can do this on your ownBut everyone knows that no one likes to be aloneSo get on the floor and grab somebodyAin’t nothin’ but a White Trash PartySo let’s have us a little bashAnd if anyone asks if there ain’t no one but us trashYou dunno, you better ask somebody‘Cause we’re havin’ a White Trash Party(White Trash Party)