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Trailer Park Blues
by Rx Papi
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Yeah, yeah, Dawg Shit Records, yeah, yeah
What you want, a slab nigga
I put half on half with it
Make mine off the back with it
Play the glass like Shaq with it
Same dirty ass blender, the same dirty ass kitchen
I got the same Glock 30 with a new 30 in it
Made a brand new batch gimme 2 thirty minutes
Told Aunty sit your ass back and just wait til I'm finished
Pull up in a big body like the new No Limit
Talk tough if you want and get a few holes in ya
I'm a real dopeboy bitch I'll give you what you need
Served him head but he ain't know it I keep a trick tucked up my sleeve
Aunty always spend good so I give her something clean
Nigga, pure grade dope the rawest dog I ever seen
I'ma make a killing with it if this rap shit don't work
I jump back in that kitchen bitch get right back to work
Make a mess off in the kitchen, residue all on my shirt
I had to pop two extra pills 'cause Aunty stressing every nerve
You know I'm raw I'm talking dog in every motherfucking verse
Wintertime might do the truck but summertime I'm sliding vert
He had wrinkle if you want I put the iron to his shirt
They said this and said that but they was lying on the church
You know me, I gotta try it, I ain't buying nothing first
Lil brodie in the kitchen lost his mind, went berserk
Turn a 31 to a deuce he whipped that bitch like it's dessert
I ain't talking with no nigga bitch I'd rather shoot 'em first
Got a brick of raw around my neck, bitch my neck hurt
Stick on me, don't get it fucked up lil nigga my left work
Aunty OD'd and came back she told me this my best work
She said I'm her one and only, I'm where she spend her check first
I'm sipping euhh behind the wheel, I bend a left then swerve
I coulda gave him a clean batch but I stepped in it first
Before they could warn me bout the streets I already stepped in 'em first
Pap ain't had no job but I can work with the work
I can't be no middleman that shit won't really work
And I putting shit up for you niggas whoever get 'em first
Remember trapping long days I used to slang it off the porch
I'm Tim Duncan in the paint the way I get it off the board
Yeah, yeah, Dawg Shit Records, yeah, yeah
What you want, a slab nigga
I put half on half with it
Make mine off the back with it
Play the glass like Shaq with it
Same dirty ass blender, the same dirty ass kitchen
I got the same Glock 30 with a new 30 in it
Made a brand new batch gimme 2 thirty minutes
Told Aunty sit your ass back and just wait til I'm finished
Pull up in a big body like the new No Limit
Talk tough if you want and get a few holes in ya
I'm a real dopeboy bitch I'll give you what you need
Served him head but he ain't know it I keep a trick tucked up my sleeve
Aunty always spend good so I give her something clean
Nigga, pure grade dope the rawest dog I ever seen
I'ma make a killing with it if this rap shit don't work
I jump back in that kitchen bitch get right back to work
Make a mess off in the kitchen, residue all on my shirt
I had to pop two extra pills 'cause Aunty stressing every nerve
You know I'm raw I'm talking dog in every motherfucking verse
Wintertime might do the truck but summertime I'm sliding vert
He had wrinkle if you want I put the iron to his shirt
They said this and said that but they was lying on the church
You know me, I gotta try it, I ain't buying nothing first
Lil brodie in the kitchen lost his mind, went berserk
Turn a 31 to a deuce he whipped that bitch like it's dessert
I ain't talking with no nigga bitch I'd rather shoot 'em first
Got a brick of raw around my neck, bitch my neck hurt
Stick on me, don't get it fucked up lil nigga my left work
Aunty OD'd and came back she told me this my best work
She said I'm her one and only, I'm where she spend her check first
I'm sipping euhh behind the wheel, I bend a left then swerve
I coulda gave him a clean batch but I stepped in it first
Before they could warn me bout the streets I already stepped in 'em first
Pap ain't had no job but I can work with the work
I can't be no middleman that shit won't really work
And I putting shit up for you niggas whoever get 'em first
Remember trapping long days I used to slang it off the porch
I'm Tim Duncan in the paint the way I get it off the board
