W.T.P.
Eminem ☜♡☞ Lyrics
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Better watch out (now)
'Cause here we come (come)
And we ain't stoppin' until
We see the mornin' sun (sun)
So give us room to do our thing
'Cause we ain't come to hurt no one (one)
So err'body come on get up on the floor
Now first of all I'm a 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 above 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
Til 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 un-thaw
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!
The lyrics to "W.T.P." by Eminem are a call to action to get up and party. Eminem starts by saying "get up" and "let's go" to get the crowd energized, and then sets the tone by urging everyone to be careful so as not to hurt anyone else. He proclaims himself to be a boss and describes his flamboyant entrance at the club in a Pinto. He jokes about having a garbage bag on one of the windows and spray-painted doors with flames on them, all while having Michigan plates and his name on them. Eminem then goes on to describe a woman he meets, stating that she belongs to him because she has a tattoo of his name above her rear end, calling it a "tramp stamp."
Throughout the song, Eminem references his love of partying and his disregard for societal norms, claiming that he is misunderstood but doesn't care. He urges listeners to join him in a "White Trash Party" and to put aside their differences to have a good time. The song has a heavy beat and catchy chorus, encouraging listeners to get up and dance.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Let's go!
Get ready and excited, it's time to start the party!
Better watch out (now)
Be cautious and aware, things are about to get wild.
'Cause here we come (come)
We're approaching and nothing can stop us.
And we ain't stoppin' until
We won't quit until
We see the mornin' sun (sun)
We keep going until dawn.
So give us room to do our thing
Let us have our space to enjoy and party.
'Cause we ain't come to hurt no one (one)
We didn't come here to harm anyone.
So err'body come on get up on the floor
Everybody, join us on the dance floor.
Right now and grab someone (one)
Immediately find a partner to dance with.
Now first of all I'm a boss
To begin with, I am in charge and successful.
I just wanna get that across
I want to make sure everyone understands this.
Man even my dentist hates when I floss
Even my dentist dislikes my extravagant lifestyle.
Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche
Arriving at the club in a low-quality car, pretending it's top-notch.
Garbage bag on one of the windows
One of the car windows is covered with a trash bag.
Spray-painted doors with the flames on 'em
The car doors have been spray-painted with flame designs.
Michigan plates and my name's on 'em
The license plates are from Michigan and bear my name.
Baby, Shady's here come on get him
Hey, I'm Eminem, come and join me.
If you dames want 'em
If you ladies desire me.
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him
I'm not foolish, so stop playing tricks on me.
He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your claims on him?
Love doesn't affect him, so why are you trying to make him yours?
'Cause you won't do to me what you did to the last man
You won't treat me the same way you treated your previous partner.
Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can
Get in the car's backseat and be careful not to knock over the fuel container.
There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance
The fuel tank is half full, and it might be our only opportunity to get home.
We have of just gettin' home, now could I get that lap dance?
We might just make it home, so can I have a lap dance from you?
She's got a tattoo of me right above her ass, man
A woman has a tattoo of my face right above her buttocks.
In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps
In Warren, Michigan, we refer to such tattoos as 'tramp stamps'.
That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps
That tattoo signifies her belonging to me, so let's secure that connection.
Down and show this hussy who's the man
Assert dominance over this promiscuous woman and prove who is in charge.
Now, get up, dance!
Get up from your seat and start dancing!
Now you can do this on your own
You have the choice to do this alone
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
But it's a well-known fact that nobody enjoys being alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody!
Therefore, join the crowd and find a partner to dance with!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
This is nothing more than a wild and informal gathering.
So let's have us a little bash
So let's have a small but lively party
And if anyone asks
And if anyone questions
If there ain't no one but us trash
If there are no other people except for us who are considered lower class
You dunno, you better ask somebody
You don't know, so you should seek information from others.
'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party!
Because we are currently having a party that embodies the culture of lower-class individuals.
Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear
Retrieve a bottle of Bacardi liquor from my undergarments
And walk around the party without a care
And confidently stroll through the party without any worries
Like a body without a head
Like a headless corpse
Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Livin' Dead
Resembling a zombie from the film Night of the Living Dead
And tomorrow I'll prolly still be too high to get outta bed
And the next day, I'll likely still be too intoxicated to leave my bed
Til I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer
Until I feel the effects of excessive drug use, comparable to being struck by a hammer
Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta
Combining Hennessey cognac and Fanta with Pepto-Bismol and Mylanta
I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!"
I have a strong determination and aggression, similar to shouting 'Die, Santa!'
Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders
Miss the intended target and accidentally harm Rudolph and two unsuspecting onlookers
So quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawlin'
Stop pretending to be innocent or uninvolved
Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin'
Start dancing when the music intensifies and cease delaying
They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin'
They refer to me as the Stephon Marbury of rap, my dear
'Cause as soon as they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin'
Because once they play an R. Kelly song, I become enthusiastic and energetic
Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's
Showering money over women in small, revealing outfits
But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties
However, I am not throwing one-dollar bills, five-dollar bills, ten-dollar bills, or even twenty-dollar bills
I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies
Instead, I am throwing smaller coins, such as quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies, at skinny women
Man I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's
I engage in these acts for the attractive women who frequent Denny's restaurant
From the north, east and west, but when
From all directions, but when
It comes to them trailers in them South Parks
It concerns the mobile homes in the South Park neighborhood
Muffle it, 'cause homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's
Keep it down, because that area is more restricted and close-knit than Kenny's neighborhood
So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie
Ladies, if your belly button is not an innie, then I'm leaving
Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy
Now get into my minivan and let's get wild
C'mon
Come on, let's go!
Now whether you're black, white or purple
Regardless of your racial or ethnic background
If you're misunderstood
If people don't understand you
But you don't give a fuck
But you don't care
You weren't doin' shit that you should
You weren't doing anything you were supposed to
Long as you know you're up to evil
As long as you are aware of your mischievous intentions
And you're no damn good
And you're not a good person
Get on the floor, man, and rep your 'hood
Join us on the dance floor and represent your neighborhood
Now honey, don't let them pricks trip
Now sweetheart, don't let those assholes bother you
We should make a quick dip
Let's make a swift departure
And go do some donuts in the hospital parkin' lot
And let's do some car maneuvers in the hospital parking lot
'Cause girl I got a sick whip
Because I have an impressive car
Kick the back window outta my Gremlin
Forcefully break the rear window of my Gremlin car
Put two milk crates in the trunk
Place two milk crates in the car's trunk
Rip out the stick shift and
Remove the car's gear stick
Make a five seater
Modify it to accommodate five people
I'll be damned if I feed a chick
I definitely won't buy a meal for a woman
It ain't like me to split a piece 'a dry pita
It's not my usual behavior to share a piece of plain pita bread
I'll be the S-L to the I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y
I will be the S-L-I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y
And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater
I don't require a tank top in order to be a mean or abusive person
I'll rip a tree out the ground
I'll uproot a tree from the ground
And flip it upside down
And turn it completely upside down
'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
Before I change my ways or attitude, fool
I'll tell ya now
I'm telling you now
I'm so raw I still need to un-thaw
I'm so fresh and unrefined that I still need to thaw
You feel me, y'all?
Do you understand me, everyone?
I shut the club down like Drake in the mall
I close down the club, just like how Drake caused chaos in the shopping mall
But baby, a body like that's against the law
But darling, a body as attractive as yours should be illegal
You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw
You are the most stunning woman I've ever seen wearing chains and blades
Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers and all
There are coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers, and various other trash items
You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car
Your rear end has more volume than the possessions I have in my car
Now get up!
Now stand up, rise!
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC
Written by: Dwayne Richard Chin-Quee, Jason Gilbert, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Broke
Lyrics
Yeah! Oh! Get up (Where my trash at?)
I said, get up
You know what happens when I'm around, man
Woo! Let's go
Better watch out now 'cause here we come
And we ain't stoppin' until we see the morning sun
So give us room to do our thing 'cause we ain't come to hurt no one
So everybody come and get up on the floor now and grab someone
Man, first of all; I'm a boss, I just want to get that across
Man, even my dentist hates when I floss
Pull up to the club in a Pinto like it's a Porsche
Garbage bag for 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 and get him if you dames want him
But he ain't stupid so quit tryna run them games on him
He's immune to Cupid, why you tryna 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 can I get that lap dance?
She's got a tattoo of me right above 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 amped, 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 (White trash party)
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash
You don't know, you better ask somebody
'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party)
Pull a fifth of Bacardi from out of my underwear
And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head
Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead
And tomorrow I'll probably still be too high to get out of bed
'Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer
I'm mixin' Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta
I shoot the gift like I'm hollering "Die Santa"
Missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders
So quit tryna play the wall like you Paul
And 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 the ladies in the minis
But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, 10s, or even 20s
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 than Kenny's
So, ladies, if your belly button's not an innie, then I'm outtie
Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy
Come on
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 (White trash party)
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash
You don't know, you better ask somebody
'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party)
Now whether you're black, white, or purple, if you're misunderstood
But you don't give a fuck, you ain'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 doughnuts in the hospital parking 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 of dry pita
I 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 you 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, it ain't no one but us trash
You don't know, you better ask somebody
'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party)
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