White Trash — текст песни (Lordz of Brooklyn)

[Verse One: performed by ADMoney]
Listen up here`s a tale about a white kid
That had to make some cash
Dropped out of school ain`t never went to class
Sold a little grass, robbed a couple cars
Had a name around the neighborhood for fightin` in the bars
Had a chip on his shoulder
He`s a chip off the block
When he drinks, he drinks alone
Grabbed the whiskey took a swig
Heard the fiddle didn`t jig
Cause he`s watchin` everybody round him blowin` up gettin` big
So he picks out a ride, slim jims the door
Now he`s runnin` red lights and beatin` stop signs
Cops are on his ass and he`s runnin` out of time
So he hits the chop shop, makes drop, cause he`s sick of bein` poor
He`s white trash and he`s knockin` on your door

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Somebody`s knockin` at my door, somebody`s ringin` my bell

[Chorus]
I`m white trash and I`m knockin` on your door
White Trash and I`m knockin` on your door
White Trash and I`m knockin` on your door
I know you hear me knockin` so what you hidin` for

[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
He ain`t never joined the, he ain`t no altar boy
He`s an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
He`s the kind a kid sittin` in the park if you wanna cop a lid
And if he got popped he wouldn`t rat he do the bid
Cause he`s tuff like rugby down right ugly
If you owe him money you`ll be black and blue and bloody
From his tenement slum right down to the gutter
He might run a number, sell some iron to the brothers
Cause the cops beat him down and it doesn`t make the news
But to him that`s payin` dues when you`re walkin` in his shoes

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[Verse Three: performed by ADMoney]
It`s just another night in the old gin mill
He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
They`re gettin` stared at by some off duty cops sittin` down
So what you lookin` at you wanna catch a smack
He finishes his beer and his boys take his back
And they mix it up, they`re brawlin` on the ground
The cop pulls his pistol and fires off a round
Yo he should of got a job, should of went to class
Now he`s layin` all alone, still poor white trash

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