PO' WHITE TRASH & THE TRAILER PARK SYMPHONY

PO' WHITE TRASH & THE TRAILER PARK SYMPHONY - Po' Punch lyrics

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Pocket Change, Pocket Change and So So Def Collabo

It's that dunky, not you man, Lil' Jon, East Side Boyz

[Hook]

I bet you loc man, bet you smoke man

Bet you choke man, bet ya girls I bang

Bet you can't hang

Our po' punch ain't nothin' but a gang and grain

I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane

I bet you drink man, bet you stink man

Bet you lie man, bet you high man

Bet you fried man

Our po' punch ain't nothin' but a gang and grain

I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane

[Verse 1]

I came from clackey-lackey to the coasts of Hollywood, California

I smell pneumonia, the music biz is gonna own ya

Hesitation tried to loan it, tried to bone ya

It's a crime I had to sign, new place and time

I had to write my little life on the dotted line

No whisper can mistake Lil' Bubba, I hear yo evil

I see yo evil, I speak yo evil

No evil, a weeble wobble, a weeble wobble

Bobble, bobble in ya upper Adam did flop down

I got the 40 of Ides and the Zima

Craig ain't thinkin' sinkin' thinkin'

Of takin' two sips of this honkey malt liquor

I send all the dodgers just to make it a Babe Ruth

Lay off the snooze, no time to choose

Tippin' back a few, catch a dew, then catch the booze-cooze

Absolut is the boos, cousin Citron is a choss

Skies wide, fly when I'm lost in that sauce

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I tend to the album, every hour hear it on the news

Ya comin' back whack, recognize that you through

Ya minute made compared to me and tossin' eatin' peaty

The explanation highly been for false is drippin' Chinely

Port to shore to shorty comin' back, Lordy pass the forty

Bad enough to trip and uh, I'm swingin' fast

I break this mirror in half, and shove it up your ass

If you a flea be a flea

Uh swimming in the sea

You talkin' about my bag of forty back to eternity

Drinkin' my drink in the morning like Mo, Hen, and Chiney

Fast to understand a lyrical blast, can you see me

I fake the shake to the bucket but it ain't Batman

I'm Robin J and you luscious and Vegas scams

And one and under white trash

And listen to my information

It'll make your blood sludge and tell ya bout cremation

I drank 24 puke 12 and drink some more

[Hook]

[Ad-libs to fade]

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