Oh No

Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'Cause the trailer park party don't stop Ain't no money like food stamp money 'Cause the check money's for a sack of pot Ain't no country like Tennessee country But the 'Bama boys got it on lock Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy Billy got the big bass drop, come on Got a blue windbreaker on, Walmart Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart Fishnet on a leg lamp shade Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art From the gutter, like the bottom of a long fall Move to my own beat, like the song's off Gettin' busy, like I'm dialin' up the wrong call Heels on the damn post for the long walk Story like a rock quarry 'cause I get stoned Got 'em drawin' up a blank 'cause I get gone Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone Got the ball, I'ma run it like the burnt part Throwin' up the number three 'cause I Earnhardt At the bar sideways, tryna learn darts Whole family of slums in this bitch, rollin' deep, boy And they like Oh no Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no It's some bad bitches in the house tonight Opie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry Been rappin' with the best and it ain't scary Signed a couple MC's, and I did it with Purple teeth from the wine, like I ate berries Drinkin' 40oz Schlitz in a bubble bath Eighteen wheels down, like a bus pass Drop a tour halfway, like George Jones Rough kiss goodbye, like a mustache She was shakin' in line, made her pass out Must've weighed about at least two hundred fifty pounds Laid up on the ground, down with her ass out Never met her but we call her big crack house That's rich, like Milo's sweet tea Line around the block for the Creek meet and greet Two hot potatoes and a steak, I'ma make it three Whole family of slums in this bitch, rollin' deep, boy And they like Oh no Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no It's some bad bitches in the house tonight Roll Tide on the numbers, like a quarterback Bandana tied on a big brim hat Hit the cycle with the Harley sittin' in the grass My uncle told me "break a leg", and I limp back Came into the game and I made a big fuss Logo with the gold chain, big buck Singlewide with the matchstick, dry eye Throw the flame, like a propane lit up Back to work on time, never one to win Got the 808 knock, like I'm comin' in Blowin' through the notebook, like a summer wind Rollin' up with Ounce Zilla and my cousin, Nin Mama smiled and said, "Boy, you know you ain't shit" But see, where I come from, that's a compliment 'Cause baby boy got sauce, like condiments Whole family of slums in this bitch, rollin' deep, boy And they like Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'Cause the trailer park party don't stop Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy Billy got the big bass drop Oh no Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no It's some bad bitches in the house tonight Oh no Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no It's some bad bitches in the house tonight