[Verse One: performed by ADMoney]
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Listen up here's a tale about a white kid
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That had to make some cash
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Dropped out of school ain't never went to class
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Sold a little grass, robbed a couple cars
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Had a name around the neighborhood for fightin' in the bars
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Had a chip on his shoulder
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He's a chip off the block
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When he drinks, he drinks alone
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Grabbed the whiskey took a swig
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Heard the fiddle didn't jig
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Cause he's watchin' everybody round him blowin' up gettin' big
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So he picks out a ride, slim jims the door
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Now he's runnin' red lights and beatin' stop signs
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Cops are on his ass and he's runnin' out of time
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So he hits the chop shop, makes drop, cause he's sick of bein' poor
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He's white trash and he's knockin' on your door
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[Pre Chorus]
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Somebody's knockin' at my door, somebody's ringin' my bell
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[Chorus]
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I'm white trash and I'm knockin' on your door
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White Trash and I'm knockin' on your door
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White Trash and I'm knockin' on your door
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I know you hear me knockin' so what you hidin' for
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[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
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He ain't never joined the, he ain't no altar boy
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He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
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He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you wanna cop a lid
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And if he got popped he wouldn't rat he do the bid
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Cause he's tuff like rugby down right ugly
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If you owe him money you'll be black and blue and bloody
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From his tenement slum right down to the gutter
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He might run a number, sell some iron to the brothers
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Cause the cops beat him down and it doesn't make the news
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But to him that's payin' dues when you're walkin' in his shoes
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[Pre Chorus]
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: performed by ADMoney]
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It's just another night in the old gin mill
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He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
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He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
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They're gettin' stared at by some off duty cops sittin' down
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So what you lookin' at you wanna catch a smack
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He finishes his beer and his boys take his back
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And they mix it up, they're brawlin' on the ground
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The cop pulls his pistol and fires off a round
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Yo he should of got a job, should of went to class
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Now he's layin' all alone, still poor white trash
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[Pre Chorus]
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[Chorus]
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White Trash
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Lordz Of Brooklyn |