Trailer Park Hollywood
Yelawolf Song Lyrics

Heavy metal longsleeve made in 1988

Fake nugget wristwatch made in 1988

Dixie cup in the cup holder, shakin', makin' 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

'bout 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 chillin' 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 scramblin' police radio signals

So what does your daddy do?

Punch in the clock and growin' 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.