Lyrics Trailer Park Hollywood - Yelawolf
Heavy
metal
longsleeve
made
in
1988
Fake
nugget
wristwatch
made
in
1988
Dixie
cup
in
the
cup
holder,
shaking,
making
waves
Boom,
boom,
boom,
got
Jurassic
Park
808's
Ooh,
I'm
Elvis
Presley,
38's
on
22's
Rhinestone
jacket
like
Joshua
Hedley
Yeah,
I
got
that
Honolulu
Flower
power,
bouquet,
medley
About
to
throw
this
Chevy
in
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
chilling
with
the
mean
mug
Permanently
ill,
never
did
king
drugs
Did
he
crack
a
smile
or
is
it
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
out
of
touch
like
a
pocket
dial
Now
hold
up,
open
up
the
folder
Look
back
in
the
rolodex
We
repping
the
seat
ever
since
your
uncle
was
smoking
boas
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
lot
where
that
came
from
I
know
a
couple
grow
spots
where
that
came
from
808's
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
'cause
I'm
Trailer
Park
Hollywood,
I'm
Trailer
Park
Hollywood,
Hollywood
Your
mama's
cigarettes
hanging
with
the
heroin,
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
dirt
bike
Kickstand
and
the
kitchen
lights
Diggin'
through
mama's
vinyl
collection
To
the
smell
of
fried
bologna's
a
ceremony
My
religion
is
'Bama
life
No
smoke
in
the
mirror
tricks,
just
dope
in
the
mirror
with
The
seeds
in
the
rolling
tray
and
the
box
with
the
poker
chips
The
roach
in
the
roach
clip
with
the
leather
and
feathers
The
bellbottoms
and
aqua
net
The
hippies
and
heavy
metal,
uh
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
scrambling
police
radio
signals
So
what
does
your
daddy
do?
Punch
in
the
clock
and
growing
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
'cause
I'm
Trailer
Park
Hollywood,
I'm
Trailer
Park
Hollywood,
Hollywood
Your
mama's
cigarettes
hanging
with
the
heroin,
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
1 Over Here
2 Addiction
3 Over Again
4 All the Way Up
5 Box Chevy 6
6 We Slum
7 No Such Thing As Free
8 Trailer Park Hollywood
9 Like I Love You
10 Special Kind of Bad
11 Catfish Billy 2
12 Tm3
13 Rowdy
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