Heavy metal long sleeve made in 1988
Fake nugget wristwatch made in 1988
Dixie cup in the cup, hold it shakin' makin' waves
Boom, boom, boom
Got Jurassic Park 808s
Ooh
I'm Elvis Presley, 38s on 22s
Ridin' stoned, check it like Joshua Hedley
Yeah, I got that Honolulu
Flower power bouquet medley
Bout to throw this chevy at 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 chillin' with the mean mug
Permanently ill, never did king drugs
Did he crack a smile or is he 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 gotta touch like a pocket dial
Now hold up, open up the folder, look like in a rolla'
Dicks be repping the seat ever since your uncle was smoking boa's
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 loud where that came from
I know a couple grow spots where that came from
808s 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 cup
I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood
Your Momma's cigarettes hanging with the hairy 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 dirk white, can't stand in the kitchen lights
Diggin' through mama's vinyl collection to the smell of fried balonies a ceremony
My religion is 'Bama life
No smoke in the mirror tricks, just dope in the mirror wit
The seeds in the rolling tray and the box with the poker chips
The roach in the rose clip, with the leather and feathers
The bellbottoms and aqua net, the hippies in heavy metal
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 scramblin' police radio signals
So what does your daddy do?
Punch in that clock and growin' 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 cup
I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood
Your Momma's cigarettes hanging with the hairy 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
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