Kunci: D# minor
Verse 1
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Heavy metal longsleeve made in 1988
Fake nugget wristwatch made in 1988
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Dixie cup in the cup holder,
shakin', makin' waves
Boom, boom, boom,
Am
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C
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got Jurassic Park 808's
Ooh, I'm Elvis Presley,
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38's on 22's
Rhinestone jacket like Joshua Hedley
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Yeah, I got that Honolulu
Flower power, bouquet, medley
E
'Bout to throw this Chevy in Tom Cruise
And go Trailer Park Hollywood,
go Trailer Park Hollywood
Am
E
Yeah, I got a
Verse 2
Styrofoam cooler
Am
E
full of cheap suds
Rock a necklace that I pulled
off a sink plug
Am
Bubba's in the corner chillin' with
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the mean mug
Am
Permanently ill, never did king drugs
E
Am
Did he crack a smile or
is it just cracker smiles?
E
Am
That white trash hood shit,
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go deep with the crocodiles
Am
That gum mo celebrity mullet
E
is fucking popping now
Am
You laid on my vision,
E
Am
you out of touch like a pocket dial
E
Am
E
Now hold up, open up the folder,
Am
E
Am
look back in the Rolodex
E
We repping the seat ever since your
uncle was smoking boas
Am
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Ever since your crooked ass cop daddy,
Am
he pulled me over
E
And took my quarter bag of dope,
Am
'cause he's a smoker
A
E
Fuck it, I got a lot where
Am
E
that came from
Am
E
Am
I know a couple grow spots where
E
Am
that came from
E
Am
808's rattle in the seat
E
where she came from
Yeah, I keep that bottom 'cause
Am
I know where I came from
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Still Slum, bitch
Verse 3
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Just like a nude velvet
E
painting of a pinup girl
We Trailer Park Hollywood,
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we Trailer Park Hollywood
I still got the dice hanging from
E
my rearview 'cause
I'm Trailer Park Hollywood,
F
I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood
Your mama's cigarettes hanging
E
with her hair in curls
She's Trailer Park Hollywood,
F
she's Trailer Park Hollywood
Just like a nude velvet
E
painting of a pinup girl
We Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood
Verse 4
British Knights, stepping through puddles and drinking Sprite
E
Baby blue dirt bike,
Am
E
kickstand and the kitchen lights
Am
Diggin' through mama's vinyl collection to
E
the smell of fried bologna's a ceremony
Am
My religion is 'Bama life
E
No smoke in the mirror tricks,
Am
E
just dope in the mirror with
Am
E
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,
Am
E
the hippies and heavy metal, uh
Am
And the block is hot as a tea kettle
So much dope in the garage
E
you can't park in it
These levels of underground made me
Am
E
a genius with keeping secrets
Am
With a family that's scramblin'
police radio signals
So what does your daddy do?
Punch in the clock and growin'
E
pot in the paddy room
Am
And you can't hang unless
you get on his latitude
E
Hip-hop is is my lane and rock
Am
and roll is my at titude
F
I stay country fresh, bitch
Verse 5
F
Just like a nude velvet
E
painting of a pinup girl
We Trailer Park Hollywood,
F
we Trailer Park Hollywood
I still got the dice hanging from
E
my rearview 'cause
I'm Trailer Park Hollywood,
F
I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood
Your mama's cigarettes hanging
E
with her hair in curls
She's Trailer Park Hollywood,
F
she's Trailer Park Hollywood
Just like a nude velvet painting
E
of a pinup girl
We Trailer Park Hollywood,
F
Am
Hollywood
Outro 1
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