Goin Down lyrics - Asher Roth, Nottz Raw & Travis Barker
[Nottz Raw:]
Nottz Raw, Ash Roth, Trav Barker
You already know what it is
Part two
I'm bout to go cray and lose my mind like the whites in West Virgina
Oh what wonderful world this is
Now it's time to take a shit on it
Nottz Rawth, Ash Roth back with a new recruit
One man on the drums, the lyrical man Trav Bark
Had to blink a buck eighty-two times and shit
Fuck the Harry Potter books and the broomsticks
This ass whoopin' is real but you still a nonbeliever
I ain't gotta put hands on ya, just stand next to the speaker
I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothing you can do to this
Keep on doubting the boy then I beat your ass blue to this
What the hell is that rancid smell? It's the Rawth again
Back with your second serving of murder before
We just advertising the starter just right before this meal
You about to engulf stomach ulsers and all
Fuckin' with big dog, you ain't got no balls
Your shit's way too small, talking marble small
Suckas saying they boss, they employees at malls
Nah, this ain't just talk, we get it on for the cause
It's goin' down
[Asher Roth:]
Yeah, Ash Roth, Trav Bark, Nottz Raw
A supercalifragilistic-mystic Odyssey
When Travis hits the crashing kick and Nottz is on the beat
With Ash is spitting nasty shit it makes it hard to breathe
Masters of the craft, it's the last of a dying breed
This Rawther is the part when Peter Parker crawls the wall up
Or in Jaws when everybody screams they seen a shark
It takes some balls to put your faith within this ancient art
Playing if you patient, if you brave enough like racing cars
So get the Johnny Blaze straight up out the mason jar
We taking off, so who's the greatest, what you based it on?
We raising stakes and take your ladies to their favorite mall
Buy 'em high heels then we drop 'em off and make 'em walk
This ain't for fame or some silly kind of mating call
Ain't playin' games slaying sayings since I'm ye tall
It's rated R, all ages better stay sharp
Those who paved the way would hate today, we came to lay the law
We wish you Christmas or the Krishna couldn't fix the shit
They sent a prisoner on a infinite fishing trip
We on a mission of making listeners give a shit
Insist on something different but the traditions indigenous
So great googly-moogle it, it's a doo-bluh-vay
Tuning for the newest, we could give a hoot what humans say
So roll a doobie start the movie get the crew to tape
Rawther number two, let the music play
Temptation lyrics - Asher Roth, Nottz Raw & Travis Barker (feat. Royce Da 5'9)
Yeah, I need it
I want it
Forgive me, my Heavenly Father
The demon inside us is seemingly only get stronger
A scene in Nevada with Jesus and thousands of dollars
Things we encounter
Put penis inside a vagina
Gynecology
I am not the normality
Nor manometer
Rhyming with namaste's not an option
I'm getting posh and impatient
I'm sick of waiting
I'd wreck or rolling with Satan while overtaking temptation
Frustrated when people say that they made it
Go posting photos of poor up and poses always their paychecks
Straight flexing
I'm ripping right through the latex
Fetish for flesh
Can't blame me hating safe sex
Just couldn't do it
The cutest proved to be brut-est
My living room is a nudist colony I recruited
I do it for Luda, for Juicy and Screw
The fools that forever do it
Don't go and screw up your youth
I'm saying
We doing it
Na, na, it's going
You don't like me then, oh
My family doing so
We just doing our jobs, you know we do it so
Na, na, na, na
We do it
Got your bitch saying
Na, na, na, na
Shoot 'em
Nickel and N-N-Nots, come and stop what you doing
And we ain't feeling your boys
I'm lyrically Jigga with poise
And Nots is J Dilla on 'roids pow
Nigga, we doing so well
You take the bitch shopping
I take her to a hotel
I float like a butterfly
Sting like a sting ray
Everyday of my life's a holiday
Green day
It's killing season with pens
Knocking down summers
It depends
Either the Benz or the brown Hummer
Alligators and snake skins the base thin
My closet look like it's owned by the crocodile hunter
From the D
The Norfolk and Europe niggas
They tried sleeping on us so we appeared in their sleep
I ironed out my shit
Gave them niggas a crease
So let the spirituals speak
I'm a lyrical beast
We doing it
Na, na, it's going
You don't like me then, oh
My family doing so
We just doing our jobs, you know we do it so
Na, na, na, na
We doing it
Got your bitch saying
Blow Yr Head lyrics - Asher Roth, Nottz Raw & Travis Barker
Man, I don't know
I'm just trying to have fun with it everywhere I go
Truth be told I just got caught up in a bunch of nonsense
Trying to take the fun out of my back pockets and stuff
You'll never take my freedom, you know?
Yo, Ash stop fucking around, yo where's the album?
Your second try never came out my man, how come?
You were like the coolest guy, now we want Malcolm
Who out here too loud, you need to turn it down some
Chill, not now son
Your doubt can't jeopardize my outcome
I style like I'm stretching out in Shaolin
Man of many sounds, I come around
They ask "Who?" like Pete Townshend
I'm O-Town meets Andre 3000, either way keep bouncing
It's wild, I don't even leave the house
And I don't feel the need to reason with you children
Needs to be arousing like a jousting match fouled him
I ain't counting that, astounding how I'm rounding out my alphabet
We ain't even rowdy yet
Salvy ain't make himself a Salvy yet
Bout it since we started smoking salvia
Cruising in a golf cart on the gulf coast with a GoPro
And my bro knows, why old folks go 'There goes that Bozo'
My flow like J. Flacco getting tackled by fat dude
Who grabbed [?] on a back road in bath robe with a bad cold
Homie, I'm that cold
Ash, I just walk around with an afro
And a gavel and I laugh more than a jackal
Crack up, pistachio
Graduate, forget to flip that tassel
My bad yo, that's too much of a hassle
Casserole with Castro
Stash gets blown like it's a gastro, you gassed though
More like watching grass grow
I can be an asshole
I rather just hang out in my castle, blast Outkast
Yo Elroy, where's Astro?
Bet if the Jetsons had a best friend from Def Jam
And Geffen and wed them, I would be the best man
Get it? I'm a breast man
Stick my face right between that chest and
Motorboat those cocos you know it though
Don't no one wan' go toe-to-toe…. rototiller… photos off your motorola phone are terrible
Terrible, Terridome, territory, Tara Reid
Dude from 90210, tornado made of hammer domes
Sharin' poems here, smell my pheromones
Yeah yo, my hair's long
I don't even care homes
Takes these earphones, put them on your eardrums
Here's some of this red rum, you ready boy, here it comes
You ready boy, here it comes
On a full ride to Florida State, too high played it safe
Could've been Flo Rida, my bad, my mistake
Should've started Footloose, the new Kevin Bac'
The way I play chicken in busses with no brakes
And Busta was on break, taking a pay cut
I play cuts from my stuff, make everybody go nuts
Now everybody say "Whaaaat?"
What was that? That was fun
Let's do that again
All Add Up lyrics - Asher Roth
I thought we was done, for real, it was over with
The setting of the sun, maybe I'm too old for this
Recording, touring, shows, photographs are showing it
Game has sucked my soul, might be time to abort the miss'
Um, nah, granted I've been fortunate
Been around, been up and down like sort of some contortionist
Of course if when you start it, it's important that you finish it
Times [?] cathartic, as an artist it gets interesting
Hard to not doubt everything you thought about
Might never pan out the way you thought it might
So I saw a mic and I was like "Well, might be down tomorrow night
But for now I'd rather drown my sorrows and be somber like..."
Everything in your past, no, it don't matter
You's a professional, not some old rapper
Got a code, gotta live by the [?]
Let it go, gotta grow
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that it...
'Cause the truth was I didn't give two fucks
The groupies, the crew love, or trying to get new buzz
The interviews, the "Who's? What's cool? We should do something"
Envious of everyone who's racking up a number one
Dumb, rapping for the accolades
Don't you know that passion isn't stacking up the memories
The XXL, you was on the front page
The MSG, you was on that summer stage
That was dope, all the European shows
Doing front flips with Mac in Norway with Steve Aoki
Mos Def with Magic, playing Magic and Madden, man
These become the moments and the only thing that matters
Man, you know this
Everything in your past, no, it don't matter
You's a professional, not some old rapper
Got a code, gotta live by the [?]
Let it go, gotta grow
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that it...
Stay focused, I know that it's a challenge
But if you can reap your talent and then try to keep a balance
Or maybe you can galvanize the youth out of their silence
And they can be like you and sing a tune on Jimmy Fallon
There's value in everything you say and what you do
So if you wasn't you, would you wanna hang with you?
Do you speak the truth? Give respect when it's due?
Showing love to all the elder ones who became before you?
My position in this thing, that's a given
I try to make a living while keeping the children driven
Choosing your direction in each and every decision
Start thinking about who you is, forget about who you isn't man
Everything in your past, no, it don't matter
You's a professional, not some old rapper
Got a code, gotta live by the [?]
Let it go, gotta grow
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that it all add up?
Don't you know that...
Ash Roth! lyrics - Asher Roth & Heather Grey
Megan taught me 'bout boundaries, I'm astounded
I was running 'round, running myself into grounded
Take my shoes off in the backyard to rebound
And get back to feeling like Ash Roth
Harder than imagined, distractions lead to an action
I just happen to rap, ain't asked for this, pessimistic activist
'Bout to have a kid, feel the magic in the asterisks
There's a risk of something bad happening, that's happiness
If happy is just an illusion, revert to childish
If all of this is all so confusing then don't acknowledge it
Products that your bodies are using are used to tarnish
All the beauty that is outside computers, pursuit of knowledge
If you was in your second year too when "I Love College" dropped
Then you would understand what we used to do down in Hotlanta
Didn't go to Mardi Gras, stayed home, had a party, bruh
Had an out-of-body experience out at Margaret's bar
Fell in love with an Indian girl but never talked to her
Then became the victim of a narcissistic marketer
Flipped my entire existence into a harbinger
These bars are the antithesis, 'best become a carpenter
Or the most consistent lyricist this side of Mississipp'
Not a miss or skip, shouts to K.R.I.T
Shouts to little kids who wish to spit like this
I wish it is, was as simple as
But it isn't, it's some talent Mr. Ripley-ness
[?] in accepting the challenge to try to channel it
Wrote a hit by using [?] voice, it was a ballad it's
Anonymity, a real win for my serenity
While the internet sucks you into the infinity
Vanity can only lend itself to the insanity
Man at peace shop for antiques when his granny weak
Believe in what another man speaks, man, I can't agree
Gotta redo my own seek understanding
But who are you?
(Learn how to live)
But who are you?
(Need another, hope you don't need another life to learn how to live)
But who are you?
But who are you?
(Need another life)
But who are you?
But who are you?
(Hope you don't need another life to learn how to live)
Ash Roth
Ash Wednesday '18 lyrics - Asher Roth
For no apparent reason, I felt the calling of the east
I need a change in seasons
It's like I long for something deeper, but what is we seeking?
Although I cannot see it
But see I still believe it, it's like faith its in Jesus
I ain't driven this religious truck
Hard believing anything, nobody seems to give a fuck
Murder, guns, sex, drugs, anything for little buzz
Sell it for a couple bucks, no wonder I be feeling stuck cause
When I wish on constellations to bring me my information
Feel like communication gets lost in translation
Maybe it's for the better, replace us with their intelligence
Us flawed humans is too prone to own negligence
Too doomed to decadence, new clones is evident
New dope is president, nuke hopes to jettison
News home, truth gone
Too stoned forgetting we better than so we loop on
Embedded, need a new song
Prove wrong, they blue ball y'all til ya mood stall
Blue collar hooha, nah dog we too strong
Work around the clock for what? A million dollar yacht
Come on we ain't needing a lot, just a blue ribbon and shot
Bro its city wide, this philly vibe
We sick and tired of lily lies
Tried to see the best but why y'all do it to us every time?
Next in line, wrecking jobs, blame it on the Mexicans
Homie we know the robots way more of a threat to rise
Get your mind right
For what? Minimum wage
When it's 40 hours retail till Comcast paid
So I don't rhyme fast on my tracks, you hear what I say
Sell a dime to a pay ya mom back, get locked in a cage
It's ridiculous the system consistently sticks its dick in us
Kicking no resistance and hitting us till we've given up
Y'all kidding if you thinking I ain't bending down to pick us up
The only way they listen is pick a beat and rip it up
Then best believe each evening I'll be writing down new literature
Till little kids is giggling say kill it ash you litty bruh
Really tho, we feel it, they ain't never getting rid of ya
This spitting ain't chlamydia just setting up to titty fuck, what
Can't Jump lyrics - Asher Roth x Chuck Inglish
[Asher Roth:]
I ain't mad at y'all
Oh, you men play basketball?
That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump
I ain't mad at y'all
Oh, you men play basketball?
That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump
[Chuck Inglish:]
Look, let me see that thang from the front
Uh, I can't front
Hard-head make a soft ass, girl, you can do whatever you want
I ain't mad at y'all
What's your man play, basketball?
Well that's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump
Look, I can see that thang from the front
Uh, I can't front (can't front)
Hard-head make a soft ass, girl, you can do whatever you want
I ain't mad at y'all
What's your man play, basketball?
Well that's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump
[Asher Roth:]
Yeah, yo, I ain't even know about him
You got a man, but he winded like the fourth round
God damn, they ain't even got a fourth round
Yeah, he probably went to Indiana, SoCal
Oh well, man I hit her on the main phone
He ain't home, on the road in Orlando
Playing man while I'm all up that damn zone
Getting stole cause he ain't got no handle, don't pout
Man, we saw it on the highlight
He was getting dunked on by LeBron like-
Like he gotta ball, and he not white
Top flight, yeah right, no hops, like Bud Light
[Asher Roth & Chuck Inglish:]
I ain't mad at y'all
Oh, you men play basketball?
That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump
I ain't mad at y'all
Oh, you men play basketball?
That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump
Look, I can see that thang from the front
Uh, I can't front
Hard-head make a soft ass, girl, you can do whatever you want
I ain't mad at y'all
But you men play basketball?
Well that's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump
Cruise Ships lyrics - Asher Roth
Our climate is changing
And one reason for this is the greenhouse effect
Sometimes you gotta burn it
Like a field or a furnace
Encouraging that new growth, you know?
'Cause that moon glow blue, hue kinda be two-tone
Use it to maneuver like custo
[?] friends flow, little wacky
But this rapping's like a magnet, real attraction
While your rap is decaf, it real lacking
Real magic in my gemstones, headphones
Blend well with hemp grown in Portland, Oregon shore
Trace the origin, flourishing indoors
Can't wait till I can tour again
Or a [?] of sorts, open floor, van flouring it
Soaring when I walk through the doors, Jim Morison
Important, moving and uprooting to newness
True shit only be doing it if the shoe fits
Suit rich, spoof [?] eat at you like they lupus
[?] to Kalamazoo cruise ships
Dimma (Last Chance U) lyrics - Asher Roth
Last Chance U
Ash can't you
Make a new tune
Give us something to dance to
An anthem, damn son
That anthropological
Dialogue is tired dog
We need that fire bro
We need that ride along
The side an Ireland body of water
Cigar in order
Like you just had daughter
My alma mater called
Told me I've become a martyr
I'm only getting older
It's only getting harder
I'm only getting smarter
Tried to diversify
Turns out writing raps
Is good for getting by
Killing time and getting high
At least the moments
Get memorialized
Wait there's more to life?
Man I'm mortified
How am I suppose to access
The outer axis of our actions
What through practice?
Mans that wack shit
I need racks
For rib racks
From north cacalacky
On acid
Kicking hacky sack
With Bill and Cousin Jackie
I think my name means Happy
I'd say that's accurate
There's some tact to it
If nothing is immaculate
At least there's ass for smacking
That's what it's there for
Rare form with Nore
Woke up drunk at the airport
Clairvoyant
Paranormal
Til I cut my hair short
Like Iroquios
Trusting white men was a error boy
Territory terrible story
Parables they bore me
Red herring
For sure
You should get a corgi
Get Out lyrics - Asher Roth
It seems like city girls don't smile
I ain't seen the stars shine in awhile
Sick of all the concrete in the backyard
Like it when the parking isn't that hard
It seems like city girls don't smile
I ain't seen the stars shine in awhile
Sick of all the concrete in the backyard
Like it when the parking isn't that hard
Maybe 'cause the high rise blocks the sunshine
Maybe 'cause my dollars turn to cents
We just want to take off all our clothes sometimes
But there's nowhere close to swim
I might need to get out of the city
I might need to get out of the city
I've been here for way too long, way too long
Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long
I might need to get out of the city
I might need to get out of the city
I've been here for way too long, way too long
Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long
Roll me up a cigarette
Light me up a fire
We don't need no internet
We gon' be here for awhile
Wanna see the sunrise and the sunset
Don't mind a little bit of rain
Just need some time to reset
Take a break from everything
I might need to get out of the city
I might need to get out of the city
I've been here for way too long, way too long
Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long
I might need to get out of the city
I might need to get out of the city
I've been here for way too long, way too long
Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long
KNOW GRANDMASTER 456 TAPE lyrics - Asher Roth
I wanna get to know myself better, so I can do better
'Cause whether I know or not, to settle I'll never
Reach my full potential, I mean essentially I'm special
There's not another set of chemical bonds
Electrons, neutrons, protons
Not sure about photons, but that's what I'm on
I'm trying learn more, get to Earth's core
That's a metaphor, not for real
'Cause I would burn for sure (For sure)
The stove's hot but touch it if you gotta
Ain't a lot that matters so might as well grab the data
All knowledge ain't attainable, let alone retainable
But blaming bols and just complaining really ain't the way to go (No)
Gotta take it day by day, little baby steps
Little lady reps, no shade to the ladies
It's just their strength may be maybe less (Maybe less)
Than a full grown masculine man
But is man full grown if he don't know who he am?
No dream or a plan? Not a scheme or a scam
It's more important, it's encouragement to know that you can
You should and you will
You don't need a special skill just to get behind the wheel
And see where it goes
'Cause even though you might end up back at your home
At least you hit the road and now you know (For sure)
And appreciate home a little mo' (Love home)
No code or shortcuts, could always use more bucks
'Cause work sucks but shucks
Create your own luck, improve your circumstance
Reach out to some friends and even try to dance
'Cause life is moving at the speed of light and it could end tonight
So might as well take the day to do something that frightens you
Like a hot air balloon in Mexico that's new
See the sights from 2,000 feet above the sea
It might cost a little bit but the experience is neat
And experience is key, each experience unique
Gotta live before your knees get weak and it gets out of reach
Capeesh?
Laryngitis lyrics - Asher Roth
Laryngitis, fear of heights, and parent-teacher conferences
Tell me your accomplices, tell me your accomplishments
Feel I ain't accomplished shit dealing in the college sense
Said it ain't a competish, maybe it's the opposite
Now they're getting rich in exchange for apocalypse
Hard to exist, Oculus Rift not an option
The box what you think is actually what we're locked in
Without a locksmith [?] getting dark see
Rather drink sake with foxies
Next to palm trees while the gods speak Farsi
Pay my tab in prayers and thoughts, believe what you can't see
[?] gotta eat when you're hungry
Not to be all these wants become daunting
Some things just aren't belonging
So when that gong rings and breaks you from your arming
I hope there's no rain in your awning
'Cause darling this world don't reciprocate
Karma's real but a little late, still on a dinner date
I feel still in my middle age
Build my field while while you're sealed in a guilded cage
Can't steal from my minute maid [?] little lemonade
And know what the vendor paid, skills to my center fade
Stay real tell incentive straight
But whatever, if it's meant to be, better with integrity
Laundry lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Michael Christmas & Larry June)
[Intro:]
Yo, can we bum a cigarette?
Yeah, go ahead
Alright, you ready
[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]
[?] I could be a Transformer
[?] out of order
On the corner selling porn, Jack
Thumb on my plumbs, I'm a real Jeff [?]
Set, cut the check, wanna move to California
Married and divorced all up in the same summer
Susan Summers and the [?] hand warmer
Cam corder on, drive me home Land Rover
Aristocrat, beurocrat, diplomat
Listening to Juelz, it made me wanna rap
Now I'm on his track and these girls all on me
Telling me my perfume smells like clean laundry
Dog Bounty Hunter bought his drier sheets too
Clean underwear got me feeling brand new like woo
[Hook - Asher Roth:]
Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry
(Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)
Smells like laundry (Fresh)
Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry
(Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)
[Verse 2:]
Now they smell like Henny and some reggie in the sack
Jazz in the background, cigarette ashes
Niggas spend money on spinners
Laundry detergent, expensive ass dinners
Niggas used to buy Backwoods for the lil ones
It sound like Harlem Shake, I'm a kill 'em
Got-ta-got-ta-nah-nah Otis
I feel like Jigga in a Focus
Backpack with a twan sack they ain't noticed
Cause out here you could smoke weed in the open
Don't be a menace to church
And don't ask how niggas did work
Cause every time I got a stain on my shirt
I was coming out the mud like I was digging on dirt
[Hook:]
Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry
(Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)
Smells like laundry (Fresh)
Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry
(Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)
[Verse 3:]
[?]
All black looking like I'm up to something
I don't give a fuck, I'm still mobbing on 'em
Just bought a new Hammer, I might slide on 'em
Now the phone ringing, that's the bitch calling
She just hit a lick and I need it all
She was in the town, I was in the [?]
Checked twenty bands then I killed the throat
I met a bad hipster bitch [?]
One thing that Larry hates is hating hoes
[?] smoke, bad bitches, stripping, [?]
Now it's two in the morning and the bitch catting off
Smelling like fresh laundry when I'm on a bitch couch
Hit my nigga Chuck phone then I slide to the south
Got a wammy in the kitchen, hundred thousand in the couch
Nigga smellin' like laundry
[Hook:]
Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry
(Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)
Smells like laundry (Fresh)
Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry
(Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)
More Or Less lyrics - Asher Roth
Man, I'm just trying to make some records and a million bucks
Buy a yacht, have a party with Brazilian butts
Is that really too much? No such thing as free lunch
Don't mind me while I pour 7-Up into my water cup
Little come up, record labels try to break the fun up
Cutting up a rug with Arnold Schwarzenegger's son, bruh
Illegal one, Maria's son? Nah, beat it, hun
Sleeping with the maid while your second wife is leavin', huh
I need it, bruh, if I go without eating, I'm
Really self defeated, I'll just curl up in a fetus slow
Sunny side, I see it but you need to bring me weed to blow
Favorite is OG, these are little things you need to know
Fuck it yo, I'm vegan now, all I eat is beans [?]
Frown upon the vagabonds who feast upon the meat of cow
How Sway? How Sway, how?
That's like rappin' but when rappin' all allowed to use is vowels
Now, pow pow, onomatopoeia
Catch me in the early summer on a peak in Indonesia
Tweaking on my inner being, concentrating on my breathing
While you off center bitches acting like a child teething
This is meaningless, either that or dude's a fucking genius
Chances are your girlfriend probably touched me on my penis
Hedonist, if I don't even like it in the tiniest
[?] with Gigi Hadid in bikini is
As good as it gets, only root for the best
From the East coast but I stay good on the West
More or less
More or less
No More Parties In L.A. (Freestyle) lyrics - Asher Roth
[Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison:]
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place (Me too)
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
[Asher Roth:]
Moved to LA for like 4, 5 years or something
It was cool, I was new to this endless summer
Used to cruise in the hills bumping Rampage tapes
JP playing beats thinking life's so great
Like hey, what a beautiful day
Let's go to the beach, and check out the waves
Maybe check out some babes, even smoking some weight
Knowing damn well [?] that this life don't play
But anyway went from [?]
Dreams of one day to have a Hollywood mansion
Damn son, what was you on?
Fuck any assistant of [?]
Distracted by the scene, didn't know I was wrong
Hoped to get me a song, hoping that I get on
But now I know though
Bitches do anything for a photo at the SoHo
Move to L.A. and pretend that they a model
Pay $1000 for a Grey Goose bottle
Then be sleepin' on the couch of the promoter's condo
Gosh girl, get you a job
Serving at the bar but she don't even charge for round 2 though
True though, dude look good in bathing suits though
[?] with that [?] tuna
Then tune up at Equinox
Working on [?] quads, glutes, other body parts
Oops, have I said a lot
Oh look at you looking cute, booty too
What's that Instagram?
I ain't for that, more bout that raw rap
[?] freestyle, need more that
Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur [?]
Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of
Getting too cute, need to be ruthless
Something in your tooth little dude, you look stupid
Talking [?] on the news type clueless
Crew probably stab you in the back like Brutus
Truth is not here for some motherfucking call back
Here to make moves and to juke you out your jock strap
Hanging with the [?] and the hot tracks
Hollywood groups, lick my tiny little ball sack
So I had to move back to Philly, boom-bap for really
No more parties in LA with Lohan [?]
I mean Molly on the side probably smiling so wide
Cause she know celebrities all dying inside
And I ain't got time to waste
Hope you got the good side of my face
Or I'll lie about my age
And I'm on the front page of some tabloid
Saying that my management blame it on my bad boy phase
Please believe it, fame I don't need it
This ain't no shade to LA or [?]
This is just to say that the game try to lead us
To bright and shiny things and I'm saying you can keep
So shouts to Kendrick and Q, Jay Rock, and Odd Future
Earl if you need that apple sauce, know I got you, yo
Vince be the truth, Nippsey [?]
Buddy when I get back, have them Backwoods cued
So I be getting dough while I'm working on the floor
You be doing blow with one O with hopes to see Leo, please
Not me yo, deal but no deal
Leave you with one spiel for real, and that's to be yourself
No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA
Okay well, maybe I'll go for a few days
But only if I hit the Lakers game with Dave
But jeeze, no more parties in LA
Come on, no more parties in LA
Oops lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. D.A. Wallach)
[D.A. Wallach:]
Caliente Poblano
Tabasco to the head
I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos
But I probably should go to bed
And you know that pops a model
But I ride with my mom instead
So I'll probably be fine tomorrow
But tonight I'm better off dead
[Asher Roth:]
Gadzooks don't catch dad in a bad mood
Act cool in a fat suit with a satchel
Rap root grass roots holy mackerel
Last rule's stack loot with a cackle
It's track two, pack fuel in a parachute
What you rather use yo, the mule or the pair of boots
Prepare the troops to lose, paraplegic
Parents get duped by loose pledge of allegiance
He's pure genius, speech undefeated
Hold on to your seat, believe me you're gonna need it
Neat shit but gee, I rather take a ski trip
Get sea sick when I deep sea fish so
Flea flicks speak with my priestess
Cause me and Lil B look a little Jesus
It's ridic- what we do for free shit
Turn on your TV, I think you should see this 'cause
[D.A. Wallach:]
Caliente Poblano
Tabasco to the head
I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos
But I probably should go to bed
And you know that pops a model
But I ride with my mom instead
So I'll probably be fine tomorrow
But tonight I'm better off dead
But tonight I'm better off dead
[Asher Roth:]
Jeez Rafiki don't throw your feces
Please keep the peace eat a peach with the three piece
Speech never ceased, won't leave til I three-peat
Be low-key smoking weed in dashikis
It's me [?] Speak Easy [?]
Like Lykke Li but she might think I'm creepy
Three strikes yikes, need to tighten up the lead
I'm the nicest in the league but the hype thinks I peaked
It's like yeah right, still sucking on a teet
When I be up on the beat, leave the seat up on you geeks
My martini up her knee, better suck it up and leave
Use a rubber when I hump her, double pump it up in peace
Don't be such a dweeb cause I'm from another breed
Jeez cover when you sneeze, at least turn the other cheek
I fuckin' reek while at supper with my neice
But please don't tell her mother, be in trouble for a week
[D.A. Wallach:]
Caliente Poblano
Tabasco to the head
I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos
But I probably should go to bed
And you know that pops a model
But I ride with my mom instead
So I'll probably be fine tomorrow
But tonight I'm better off dead
[Asher Roth:]
Low blow bro super nice with the yo-yo
So-sos go to a show, say he dope though
Hoes go "whoa" ever since I went solo
No more jokes though, gotta get the dough-dough
Blow home grown lawn mowing in Manolos
Bath robes and open toes, sip on cocoa
Mojo all on my home so no photos
Flow so woah, make the bros go homo
Toto and Scara Crowe drink Four Locos
And throw clothes to hoboes to jump pogo sticks
Oh shit yo, don't forget the glow sticks
And red slippers cause I only need a couple toe clicks
No place like home though, I get nostalgic
Only cross the road so I can get some more chicks
No goal though, oh well duly noted
That's the way it goes in the show biz, homie
[D.A. Wallach:]
I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos
Tabasco to my head
[?] dance tomorrow
But I'm probably better off dead
Yeah I'm probably better off dead
Yeah I'm probably better off dead
Yeah I'm probably better off dead
Pantophobia lyrics - Asher Roth
(originally by Khruangbin)
My feet slower to hit the floor morning
I'm groaning
I don't wanna go
A lot snow
It's too cold
I don't wanna know
The temperature
Can be sure
From my breathe it's burrr
I much prefer the warmth
But now December hurr
End of overture
I remember the conversation
With Lucy saying
Christmas is commercialization
An operation
Ran by the eastern syndicate
But don't spoil Santa Clause for all the little kids
It's super innocent
Check your chimney man
You need to get it swept
I think something really wrong with me Linus
I caught a virus or something
Christmas is coming and
I ain't running round decking the halls
Presents get bought
For the friends and the boss
Sending em cards
Wishes regards
Red ribbons
On cars
A Benz or Lexus
Is parked
In the driveway
I say
It's all so bizarre cause...
Maybe it's pantophobia
Even tho the zodiac
Told me three homies showing up
To show mad love to Joe's son
They giving out gold
And oil, incense it's lit
What they getting for the kids as gifts
Shouts to St. Nick
Stacking up box
Of clothes
Socks to go
Closets get stocked with hope
Of a Nintendo
Cause the friend next door
He's only 10
But he's always on internet
Getting fed info that
He ain't even fact check
And he got sneakers on
They ain't even out yet
How can I combat that?
Maybe he should ask his dad
But his dad be debt so bad
Like dag that's pretty bad
So much for all the ho ho hoes
Who getting dough?
Don't you know we broke?
Where's my Christmas miracle?
I want a shiny vehicle
Power steer
Rear wheel clear
And the ceiling fold
Man, it's a shame
I be stuck with all these reindeer
It's the same dude last year
As this year
The year
Before that I was bad
That's the past here
And right now man that's really
All that matters
Mad cheers
I'm drunk
On sugar plum
Rum punch
Bah hum bug
Enough with all
The fun stuff
She sung
Raw Cypher lyrics - Asher Roth (with King Chip, $kinny & Chevy Woods)
[Asher Roth:]
First of all, my dog, back off
Ash Roth top five right now, better know that
But rap without me is like braid-less Moesha, Kobe with no Shaq
But when I'm not on the mic all I get is blank stares
No one cares, and a slow clap
But just because you rapping like "Da-da-da-da-da-da"
Doesn't mean you really rap
I can't grasp how these broke asses claiming to be rich
But really get no cash
I been to your whack show, what you call that, bro?
25 people at home with a cat?
You go posting like "Yo it was packed, it was dope
It was girls from the front to the back"
All these cum rags keep comparing white rappers with Asher
But everyone knows I'm the dad
For the craft, or a laugh, not a tad outlasted
I don't really care what you say
10 years from now ima still love college
While I'm fucking white girls out in Arizona state
I'm sick of hearing all the hoes you be having
How much dro you be smoking, homie no you don't
You showed up with bros
Here's a RAW paper, do you even know how to roll?
Let it go like my hair length
I'm gonna quit rap start a band, I'm gonna play bass guitar
Me, Chevy, Chip, and Dumbfounded
What should we call it?
Hmm, how bout RAW?
[King Chip:]
I been wakin' up everyday, doing the fuck I want
All I need is for shit to be cool, and pass that fuckin' blunt
Nigga never gave no fucks about police, I piss on all they graves
Justice for Mike Brown, you son of a bitch there's gon' be hell to pay
I got the severed heads of 100 cops up out my chariot
What if every hood united? That would be some scary shit
Way more niggas than cops
You too sure nigga how to do anything
3d print my SK, walk in TSA, couldn't say anything
I walked in like a real one, ready to kill somethin'
Its impossible to hear my voice, and not feel nothin'
Suck a black dick, Bill O'Reilly fuck you
I'm King Chip I say exactly what I want to
Nigga never gave no fuck bout politics, I got the power, bitch
4 bedroom house, in my living room I got a lot of chicks
Smokin' fool.... Nigga, we smokin' fools
How does it feel to be wearin' a chain that's way more dope than you?
[$kinny:]
I be that same nigga with a whole lot of jewels, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of O's, blow whole lot of O's, whole lot of guns blow whole lot of holes, home full of holes, whole full of fuck yous, whole lot of crews that'll ride for me, die for me, pry for me, rob for me, probably get caught by the cops for me, cop drops for my niggas that'll lie for me. And if you wanna pop off let it pop off. In a benz with the top off with some drop offs. In the tint it'll be hotboxed you'll be hot sauce with some twins in the lunchbox full of pot roast. [?]
I be up in Cairo with the pharaohs.
I be up in Cabo with dineros.
On the beach with a barrel full of arrows.
Y'all cant bang with us hang with us
Bunch of fuckin' traderers, starngerers
Never see me paperless, I'm angel dust
Dope boy straight dangerous, irregulars.
I'm the same nigga you love to hate. Must be the bands I make
Must be the pounds I make
must be the way I bang LA
Must be the whip I brought around the town today
Must be the bitch I flew in outta town today
Must be the shit I blew up in the mandalay better do what the camel say
Few goons from france saint tropez. Haters go scramblé.
[Chevy Woods:]
Young dope sellin nigga
4800 got the coke sellin nigga
Now all these wannabe friends see us real now they wanna try and coattail a nigga, but
Ha.. look I ain't for it, dodge on them niggas na this ain't ford.
211 when they run it back to me now that's what I call a raw report.
That Honda accord, three chickens in a wheel well.
Lil nigga when it come to that kitchen you know I know that shit real well.
Yea, say hi to me, the nigga who they sayin' wouldn't be shit.
Oh, look and I'm Randy Savage [?] Yo bitch want the beef stick.
That's cold, see this watch here cost a new home.
Look baby I'm ballin' watch these shooters get you outta that zone.
You talkin' like you gettin' to the money, you ain't gettin' to the money pussy leave me alone.
Ha.... Ha....
And I never keep shit at my home.
Niggas always talkin' that killa shit but they don't know no motherfuckin' killas.
They say I always rap about drug sellin' cuz I was out on that corner with the dealers.
You see I'm doin' this so I'm ain't gotta go back to that book bag full of that work.
And a pussy ass nigga tried to set me up same pussy ass nigga that got merked.
If you bang that shit, nigga claim that shit, see me I don't fuck with that side, try me better look out your window I have them niggas waitin in that car parked outside.
I ain't ever get no money with you broke ass niggas, never told y'all who's the connect.
Ima always be 4800 nigga real shit homies on the set.
Shoes off, champagne, steak well done not the crib this is all on a jet.
They don't wanna give it to me ima take my shit either way ima get my respect.
Free all my niggas that's locked in the cage when they touch down they gon' see.
And tell them pussy ass niggas don't copy my shit and you know that's TGOD fuck nigga. Oooohhhh!!
Snazzy Kat lyrics - Asher Roth
My life's incredible, well, life in general, wow
These berries edible, yeah, this weed is medical, ah
I got ahead by putting my head on a pedestal
Instead of being fed an embellishment for a better world
This one's acceptable, I keep my rep and go
No need to weapon hold, my heat's in this receptacle
Some people cheat and feel the need to be deceptive
But to me the key is let the evil be, just redirect, it's easy
Please don't be impressed, got the greenhouse for effect
Volume three right at your neck and all up on your internet
Calm Maurice in far east on the beats, he be flexing
I ain't sleeping till I'm treating, eating sweets with Judy Jetson
For some reason I feel destined, disbelief is for the flesh
I been leaving it to seek for a little less than a decade
Best made rests in the breast plate
Fresh as it gets, can attest when you press play
Sushi lyrics - Asher Roth & Fat Tony
[Fat Tony & Asher Roth:]
All day, all day
She asks me what I'm doing all day
I told her I'm eating that sushi all day
I'll be eating that sushi all day
All day, all day
She asks me what I'm doing all day
I told her I'm eating that sushi all day
I'll be eating that sushi all day
[Fat Tony:]
I hope it's clean, I hope it's nice
I hope that sushi just right
I'ma eat it all day and all night
I'ma eat it all day and all night
Every morning I delete my call log
Ball so hard, boys call me a ball hog
Yeah I hit it like a homer right up out the ballpark
Ride it like a go-kart
Eat it like a Poptart
The girl give me brain but she's not smart
She headed to my crib and I'm not far
I'm tryna get to know her like Nardwuar
Yeah I'ma dig up in it like an aardvark
Real G's move in silence like a fart
I ride the pony like Napoléon Bonaparte
Might put it in the bootyhole
I eat it up like a tuna roll
[Fat Tony & Asher Roth:]
All day, all day
She asks me what I'm doing all day
I told her I'm eating that sushi all day
I'll be eating that sushi all day
All day, all day
She asks me what I'm doing all day
I told her I'm eating that sushi all day
I'll be eating that sushi all day
[Fat Tony:]
I hope it's clean, I hope it's nice
I hope that sushi just right
I'ma eat it all day and all night
I'ma eat it all day and all night
[Asher Roth:]
Eating sush' around noon cause I'm in the mood
I don't know, not a whole lot to do
I'm kind of loose so I'm tryna get screwed
You're kind of cute so I'm tryna screw you
Calm and cool, Dalai Lama kind of dude
Avocado cucumber roll with the spicy tun'
But if you're tuna's spicy, then shoot...
I ain't tryna fuck with you, I got better shit to do
Fish to skew, fish to fry, fish filet
Ask me where I'm from, I say close to Philly
Yay hooray, moved to L.A
Took a trip to SUGARFISH on my very first date
[Fat Tony & Asher Roth:]
All day, all day
She asks me what I'm doing all day
I told her I'm eating that sushi all day
I'll be eating that sushi all day
All day, all day
She asks me what I'm doing all day
I told her I'm eating that sushi all day
I'll be eating that sushi all day
[Fat Tony:]
I hope it's clean, I hope it's nice
I hope that sushi just right
I'ma eat it all day and all night
I'ma eat it all day and all night
Terry (Freestyle) lyrics - Asher Roth
Yeah
I'm trying to fall in love again
Get Mase back with Puff again
Or Bernie with Republicans
You see what we up against
Chase a dream [?]
A little weed couldn't supplement these rumblings
My money's spent
I'm trying to make a hundred off a couple cents
What the fuck is this
Photos, pose, that pays shows
Spotify plays the same as pesos
Peanuts to me cause
[?] this fetus
[?]
Seat back and feet up
Beat down the leaders that cheat us of freedom
Be proud we read up, Aretha, Anita
I need some reassurance that this industry is worth it
Cause the inner me is nervous that this energy ain't working
I know this shit ain't perfect, I may be a different person
Cause I can't pretend I'm working with this worthlessness they worship
Chilling in my Birkens, freestyling, smirking
Deep down I'm freaked out
Peace out, it's hurting, uncertain
Searching for some universal sound
But when you need or when you look
That's when it's really hard to find
I've had a lot of time to shine really on my mind
I know the world is stone cold homie, that's the bottom line
But what about my mom and sister selling for their wines
So I'm coming from the vine every single time I rhyme
Fine, let's take it back to G.E. 1
When this rap shit was just for fun
Don't it feel good
Or when I spit, you just download on DatPiff
Rate it very high then that's it, fuck that shit
Or make hits then I live on the road
And meet my niece when she's eight years old
I don't know homie, sounds bold homie
Sounds like it'll all grow pretty old on me
I need more, homie
Gary V telling me to believe and if I don't then I be defeat
Well jeeze, I'm a head case, B in the best way
Means I'm unique and my jeans will impress date
Even the most mean-spirited inferior complex driven
Bond-esque villain still find the best in him, yes
That's living if I say so myself
This ain't for you man, this be for my health
Don't it feel good
That's Cute lyrics - Asher Roth
Mhmm, yeah, at least it's just bass
Fuck everything you heard about
Your word of mouth ain't worth a dollar
Verses vicious versatile, don't you take it personal
Turn around, tell another person how I birthed your style
Now I make you nervous, I'm superfluous, is this allowed?
This is child abuse, I'd beat my kid if he was you
Use the same switch that AP did
These nincompoops, no more cute
Fuck the rules, draft him next year too
This ain't fantasy, you pansy, get your Netflix queue
We on that next shit
Your best bet is to get 2 bedrooms with a pool
A nice view on lake and just move
Take the next few, digest, pack a couple bathing suits
Take your lady on vacation get away, just you two
Get a clue on what to do when in the presence of a fool
Never hesitate to set them straight, don't get it misconstrued
It's a lesson how to dress when you don't have a thing to prove
Ayahuasca and a headdress, resting in Peru
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
Slip and slide, sit inside
Had Xzibit pimp my ride
Pick her up at 8, but show up later, maybe close to 9
Won't apologize, other things up on my mind
Like time is money, honey, hope you hungry even though you side piece
Chi tea, ladiha, looking like Ashanti
High for the first time, tell her that I mind read
Nah mean? Sitting shotgun, blowing shotties
Avi top 3, so work that body, body
Don't hurt nobody, my bonds diversified as my rhymes
Verses as hot as the mom of Steph Curry, c'mon
The broad side of a barn goes unharmed when you're on
Your arms as strong as I'm hurried
Like when Curtis through the first pitch
Worse then a nerve twitch
Controlling the motherboard, captain of the Mothership
The whirling dervish of this word shit
At my worst I'm perfect, at your girl's nursing
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute
Wu Financial lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. The Cool Kids)
[Asher Roth:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo styles upon styles upon style upon styles
Ain't seen a blond this hot since Barb Wire
Since Limewire been downloading illegally
Ain't bought a CD since like 2003
Nah everything's speeding
Gravity in 3D
Many think we cheated and beat it with Game Genie
PlayStation triple play '98
New York Yanks, San Diego Padres
Nowadays everybody on a X-Box
Generation X triple H trying to X pop
Let's smoke pot while we guessing who's the next Pac
Best top, left breast, save it for the desktop
Rest stop while the truckers getting liquorish
Hard to give a fuck when you barely even give a shit
Look at me I'm egotist
Sipping on that regal piss
Doing shit illegal, get a giggle, hearing people bitch
[Chuck Inglish:]
Detroit Fitted
Put a slight bend in my bill
Black Grand National turnin' twisting my wheel
The heavy-handed when I whip
The full clip when I steer
The Helly Hansen bubble fitted, case it's chilly in here
Rest in peace Uncle Phil, the Big Willy, the Wheel of Fortune
The real deal bruh's really doing numbers
Poyz and Pirlz jumper with the Air Max runner
This Summer... The '97 Hummer
When Nas was "Esco," roll up the petro
The Pelle Pelle retro
"Phone Tap" in the deck though...
On the set though...
[Asher Roth:]
You get no respect hoe
Presto, bless the Pats without Bledsoe
This was '94 bet that I'd be signed to Death Row
Flying in the [?] jet though
Best rolled, sip red cup with [?]
[Sir Michael Rocks:]
Man this how it's about to go down
My yayo in a snow mound
I swan dived into it, the time bomb temperament
I got make you wanna keep a bigger badder master
To rip into your ass if you think about some action
Splash 'em
Baby Busch Garden at the crib
Keep the lemur in the living room
I know where you live nigga
You ain't even got no WiFi
[?] Blanco Willy Wonka
Pocket down Diddy in the middle of his concert
While lifting up some titties so big they make my arms hurt
Finally Fantasy update on the X-Box 3
Take a hour and a half, take a shower and a bath
And a walk around the park and the shits still ain't stop yet
Anniversary boxset edition I got
Cost 11 hundred dollars and I'm missing some shit
¡Y TU! lyrics - Asher Roth
The sky glistens, the vibe missing is back
God spittin', put the 'Ville on the map
Once upon a time there was not a realer than rap
All that money buys you could never fill in that gap
So drop a funny line or cunning rhyme
Whatever style, you decide
Teach a butter how to fly
Lick a shot a hundred times
The beauty of it, record in the studi, eff it
To do it right here in public
Prove that you truly love it
From Brooklyn to Czech Republic
Truth that we truly covet
Your mood could be messing up
The crew help you get above it
After you will see, you and me
[?] Tracee, Bear, Saint Tommy, Simon Powell, Baylor Beats
Blvff is coming back this week (What up?)
That's the faculty
Rapping like we athletes
If you wanna pass, better learn how to weed casually
Actually I would never ask thee to do something I wouldn't do
So these raps be holding up my end of the bargain
Look what we started, a party, and now we charted
And chartered a plane to Harbyn who's getting married in May, enchanté
Nice to meet you, greet you, reaching new people
The feats be the features, leap to new peaks
Speak the future [?] see soon, be cool
That's the first rule if you creep through
Other than that we all equal, Y Tu
And you, and you, and you, and you
Welcome to UOC
Fall semester, baby
"Retro Hash" (2014)
- Parties At The Disco lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward)
- Dude lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Currensy)
- Tangerine Girl lyrics - Asher Roth
- Pull It lyrics - Asher Roth
- Something For Nothing lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Coyle Girelli)
- Fast Life lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Vic Mensa)
- Last Of The Flohicans lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Major Myjah)
- Be Right lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Major Myjah)
- Pot Of Gold lyrics - Asher Roth
- Keep Smoking lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Chuck Inglish)
Parties At The Disco lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward)
[Hook - Asher Roth,(ZZ Ward):]
Thinking bout the
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got me feeling wishful
Thinking bout the
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Parties at the Disco
If i could fly, I would fly
I would fly, I would fly away
From here (here)
(You might get ugly, just because it's hard to make ends meet
But all the money don't mean shit
If you ain't here with me)
[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]
Cause the cash rules everything around
So, every now and then
Feeling like I'm out of town
Got a chill, sit down, remember how to be a child
Wide eyes with a smile
What? When? Where? How?
Styles of nostalgic
Lisp and a cowlick
Jumped to the moon
With a spoon and a spatula
Trapped in the past
Thinking how do we get back to it
Got that funny, funny feeling at last
[Hook:]
Thinking bout the
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
Caught me feeling wishful
Thinking bout the
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
Parties at the Disco
If i could find, i would find
I would find, I would find a way
My dear (my dear)
(You might get ugly, just because it's hard to make ends meet
But all the money don't mean shit
If you ain't here with me)
[Verse 2 - Asher Roth:]
Yeah
To get some, you give some
So pick one
Lose some, you win some
So have fun
Don't stress, just do flips
Just press on
Mood twists, the shoe fits
You step on
Keep walking down the path that you meant for
Dark.....? is essential
We will always come back to the threshold
But, first
You gotta let go
[Hook:]
Thinking bout the
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Caught me feeling wishful
Thinking bout the
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Parties at the Disco
Dude lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Currensy)
[Hook:]
Dude
Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts
Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch
Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork
Go for it, little dork, don't you know, I'm that dude
Yo, yo, born from a stork
Kung Pao chicken, you can pile on the pork
When I get bored, I just call up Scott Storch
House phone, no cord, of course I'm that dude
[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]
Cut my hair in two years
Drink beer, get weird
Get clear advice when my friends tell me get real
No deal, I be sippin' smoothies and shit
Gettin' stoned and then I go alone to movies and shit
Bolognese, homemade, only played croquet
In a cloak, and like old episodes of Soul Train
Run with the O'Jays, Whole Foods for the groceries
OJ, Moets, cherries and Yoplait
No way, Jose, Cuervo in a bear coat
Hair long, tomatoes, grow my ver' own
Barebone, dare you to out-stare a scarecrow
Blow whale's airhole, hair like scared werewolf
Get down, sheets got a high thread count
Red gown, gets drowned out by my med sound
Loud, TED talks on the iPad
Old search says Bang Bros., my bad
Good weed got be talkin' 'bout deities
Aphrodites, sucker for good lighting
And neat handwriting, sorta like calligraphy
Trick or treat at 30, dressed up as Jackie Tree
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Niggas is clowns, I hand out styles like
I make them at home, beneath my
Workshop lights
Hundreds of these, it's nothing to me
At home over the stove, makin' these keys
Laughin' at these little niggas mimicking me
They slidin' down razor blades, landin' in alcohol rivers
I can't get with 'em, nah, Spitta chillin'
And I still claim Jets at your
Motherfuckin'
With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes
Comin'
Same old shit spinnin', just the toilet bowl different
Bathrooms bigger, bigger mirrors
Hoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin'
Coexistin', demolishing my pimpin'
None of that asking where I'm going
Furthermore, when I'm comin' back
No wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearin' act
Never die, motherfucker, that's what I say
Gettin' money out your bitches every goddamn day
Homie said he want a show, I want 10 grand
I'mma need 10 more when my plane land
Baby never met another nigga higher or hotter
Bitch, just hit the weed, don't
Ask where I got it
In the presence of these international globe trotters
On the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners
Life
Tangerine Girl lyrics - Asher Roth
[Intro:]
[Asher harmonizing]
Bad to the-Bad to the-Bad to the [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Made of money, I was thinking about her all week
Would've treated her to some Grigio, and fresh brie
The way we vibing it reminded me of ice tea
Want to drink it up so baby come and let's leave
[Hook:]
Sweet, Tangerine Girl
Sweet, girl [x2]
[Verse 2:]
Got me grooving when I'm turning on the radio
If you feel it baby go ahead and let me know
We could run away and hang out on the country side
Cause not a problem in the world if it's just you and I
[Hook]
Bad to the bad to the
Bad to the bad to the
Bad to the bad to the
[Verse 3:]
Bad to the bad to the bad to the bone
Look real close, I should've known
Heels and the toes to be matching her coat
And the jewels and the rose
Just to add to the show
MM-MM Fine, Clementine
What I gotta do to make you mine?
Girl you set my heart on fire
Open fire, I could die from
Sweet tea, and I need refreshment
The best in sheets, better keep me guessing
Must aim to please, teach me a lesson
Geek Van der Beek, dawg, reek a second
All stop, Bumbaclaat
Do you want to run to the sun or not
If you wanna fly better come inside
Come along we'll go for a ride
Bad to the bad to the
Bad to the bad to the
Bad to the bad to the
[Hook]
Pull It lyrics - Asher Roth
[Hook:]
One finger in the air just like this
One finger in the air and I'm gon' pull it
Yes, I'm gon' pull it, yes, I will pull it
Yes, I'm gon' pull it, yes, I will pull
[Verse 1]
She made me do it, no, I won't complain
I won't make excuses, I know I won't change
Call me fucking stupid, it ain't all a thing
Why do I keep pursuing? Searching off again
Only relation, I ain't good at relationships
I ain't no angel, but no, you never gave a shit
And I'm gon' make it, I try to walk away from it
But separated, you call my name in ecstasy
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Far to the right
Gone to the break of dawn, off for the night
Lost in a vacant lot, parked on a light
Crossed and it's shaking too long or a fight
And all in my might, call her a "might"
Know that I shouldn't cause it's hard to be nice
Boys gotta pick it when the arguments right
Stars and the stripes, off when a hall make me larger than life
Aw, beep beep, knees deep in a DC
Please need these demons to leave me
Need peace, no reason to repeat
Retreat, it's easy, just release
Relief, be free, let it go
Fiening a leaf, ain't no need to control
Planting a seed, let me reap what I sow
Defeated the pieces he blow, pow
[Hook]
[Hook]
Something For Nothing lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Coyle Girelli)
[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]
Ey, yo I gave it all
Maybe save me some
Save the crumbs for a rainy one
Pay me nothing
Ungrateful lust
Put faith and trust in unfaithful love
Play the game
She would play for fun
Straight his face
She would taste the cum
Change of ways
And make you raise a gun
A spotless mind can't erase the sun
And your retire plan has gone dark
She ain't got a feeling, she ain't got no heart
Blame it on the back, looking up stars
Telling bout the past
Telling everything he thought of
When he first saw her, how he want a daughter
But her mother better be cut from the goddess cloth
Hardest part is she hardly talks
And a kiss, eyes wide as the sky is tall
[Hook - Coyle Girelli:]
I wanna another one, A love
I must of given the sea
If you want something out of nothing
Then you won't get much from me
Someone in life used to tell you
That the best things are free
If you have something out of nothing
Then you won't get much from me
[Verse 2 - Asher Roth:]
These Walls
I built
Free fall
Climb, fail
Please, no
Try still
Keep going
Cry help
Eyo, back for more i guess thats a lure
Pass some more , whether i ask for yours
Back and forth an attractive sore
I got a passion for it, a fantastic force
Pass the point, i can't stop
Do I gotta severe at the source or just ride?
When you're in a war, and the doors only box
Searching for the shore is the only thing you got
[Hook - Coyle Girelli]
[Verse 3 - Coyle Girelli:]
Wake up, if you want to make a change
Are we gonna break up, cause i can't carry on this way
Smother me in nothing, I'd still get for you a golden pearl
I bet its like a coffin, what happen to the naughty girl
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