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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
Jason “JG” Gilbert
Keyboards
Supa Dups
Supa Dups
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Chin-Quee
Dwayne Chin-Quee
Songwriter
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Columbus Tower Smith III
Columbus Tower Smith III
Songwriter
Jason “JG” Gilbert
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Liz Rodrigues
Liz Rodrigues
Songwriter
Supa Dups
Supa Dups
Percussion Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Jason “JG” Gilbert
Co-Producer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Assistant Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Supa Dups
Supa Dups
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, oh! Get up, I said get up Let's go! Better watch out, now, here we come And we ain't stoppin' until we see the mornin' sun So give us room to do our thing 'cause we ain't come to hurt no one So everybody come on get up on the floor Right now and grab someone Now first of all I'm the boss, I just wanna get that across Man even my Dentist hates when I floss Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche Garbage bag on one of the windows Spray painted doors with the flames on 'em Michigan plates and my name's on 'em Baby, 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 him He'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 man Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have of just gettin' home, now could I get that lap dance? She's got a tattoo of me right up off her ass, man In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps Down and show this hussy who's the man Now, get up! Dance! Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor 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 dunno, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care Like a body without a head Lookin' like a zombie from "Night of the Livin' Dead" And tomorrow I'll prolly still be too high to get outta bed Till I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa" Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders So 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 twenties I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies Man, I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's from the north, east and west But when it comes to them trailers in them South Parks Muffle it, 'cause homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie Now 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 alone So get on the floor 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 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 should Long as you know you're up to evil And 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 dip And go do some donuts in the hospital parkin' lot 'Cause girl, I got a sick whip Kick the back window outta my Gremlin Put two milk crates in the trunk, rip out the stick shift and Make a five seater, I'll be damned if I feed a chick It ain't like me to split a piece 'a dry pita I'll be the S, L to the I, M to the S, H, A, D, Y And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown, I'll tell ya now I'm so raw I still need to unthaw, you feel me, y'all? I shut the club down like Drake in the mall But baby, a body like that's against the law You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers and all You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car Now get up! Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor 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 dunno, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party (White Trash Party)
Writer(s): Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Dwayne Richard Chin-quee, J. Gilbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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