Trailer Park Hollywood
(专辑: Trunk Muzik 3 - 2019)
Heavy metal longsleeve made in 1988 Fake nugget wristwatch made in 1988 Dixie cup in the
cup holder, shaking, making 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 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 chilling 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 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 British nights, stepping through puddles and drinking Sprite Baby blue dirt bike, kickstand and the
kitchen lights Digging 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 scrambling police radio signals So what does your daddy do? Punch in the
clock and growing 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 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