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porch
Paintn' your nails like you were bored
And you yelled she was sure impressed with you

[Chorus]
Well I ain't first class
But I ain't white
switchblade's red
So don't expect no roses
I never had much class
Don't want Mona Lisa
All I want is your trash
In my veins
Make it last
For days
Want
wanna be a saint
I don't wanna be something I ain't
First you get a little long in the tooth
Next you're tryin' to find a fountain of youth

It's
Force right there
To defend our country first class
Who couldn't give a rat's ass
Don't you tell me that the White House is my home
Leave the lights
grass
Burnin' the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm gnarly baby
Fuck with me? Not hardly baby
And you know
down for white class
Before it was cool to be white trash
You can't change the world so why try
Watch them chains to tidies
From fist fights to drive bys
In a pile of trash on the corner of first and park. 
Almost as tall as the street light. 
We pulled over. 
Two kids on a black and white dyno.
on the first day 

chorus 

Flocks of bitches by the dozens 

>From sisters to cousins 

Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't 

Ever gonna do
the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm lawly baby
Fuck with me? Not hardly baby
And you know the flow unguardly baby
Now that's first class fuckin, and that' some fly shit 

Oooh baby you want me? 
Oooh baby you want me? 
Oooh baby you want me? 
Well you can get
grass
Burnin' the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm gnarly baby
Fuck with me? Not hardly baby
And you know
who held it down for lower class
Before it was cool to be white trash
You can't change the world so why try
Watch them change to tie die's
From fist
this white preppie can rap
and the verse is about done, finish with a chorus
and take my place as raps first Zack Morris

i've been long time time
White Boy Rick 

My first LP wasn't pushed for shit
So Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick 
'cause I'm rippin like a chainsaw
Yes I'm that raw
of class
Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma
Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea!
Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it
marinatin' 

In your satins, sexy a**, I get some like my old dad 
I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class 
You'se the Star by far, look
was

And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
rubies
?, off on my lonely
Doobie is to blame, so I'll be the sickest
Million red-eye, first-class plane, igging

If you ain't on it, well act on it
Westside battle cry my alibi first class 

hella high when you die 

I'm changin' standard time with the yuppies 

but fuck them to and you 

you
judge and jury in the home court
Give you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk

Surrounded by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
Yeah, she got macked by some dope-dealin' nigga
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was
some slick shit 
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit 
Make it some quick shit, but rip shit 
Then I'm out, just like the trash on a Thursday
class and still owe their ass cake 
For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th Ave 
Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed 
That was the days now the times
Westside battle cry my alibi first class 

hella high when you die 

I'm changin' standard time with the yuppies 

but fuck them to and you 

you
school rumors
Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomers
Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers
You just a face in