How many of you people are white trash?      Way back in junior high I could of swore my name was white boy   (What's up white boy?)   There was all types of ill shit going down   Between gangsters, thugs and cholos   Heshians, Asians or insane usos   Well I've got friends black white yellow red and brown   We would sit there by the river   And listen to the freeway   Just sit and smoke and drink with all my crew (ohh)   Well now when I look back   Over blue skies and smoke stacks   It makes me laugh to think I've 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   And 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   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 for me to do