How many of you people are white trash?



way back in junior high i coulda swore my name was white boy

there was all types of ill shit goin down

between gangsters, thugs and cholos,

heshians, Asians or insane usos

well ive got friends black white yellow red and brown



we would sit there by the river

listen to the freeway

just sit and smoke and drink with all my crew

well now when i look back

over blue skies and smoke stacks

it makes me laugh to think ive made it through



and i hear the birds sing

when the sun brings out the morning

and there's everything or nothing i can do



when i break into my stash

i remember trailer ras

and there's everything or nothing i can do



we would sit there by the river

listen to the freeway

and do the things you're not supposed to do



how to the jump the fence was the first thing i learned in high school

and i knew this girl that lived just down the street

(uhhh, ohhhh)

on the phone the whole day scoring

and when hickeys got boring

the neighborhood was filled with pounds of tweak



we would sit in the recliner and listen to the TV

and do the things you're not supposed to do

well now when i look back or i see teenagers mack

well i think about those days i spent with you





and i hear the birds sing

when the sun brings out the morning

and there's everything or nothing i can do



when i break into my stash

i remember trailer ras

and there's everything in it