"The Greenhouse Effect Vol.2" (2013)




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Maybe I Don't Wanna lyrics - ASher Roth (feat. Tom Petty, SWV, The Beach Boys)

[Verse: Asher Roth]
I don't want to go to the club, I'd rather sit down on the couch
And watch a movie while my girlfriend jerks me off
Maybe I want to clown around and turn my music super loud
And if I didn't then I isn't Asher Roth
I like to wake up in the morning with a yawn and a stretch
Check my phone and see all the messages I missed
"Asher it's important call me when you get a sec,
I wan't to talk about insurance and enormous amounts of debt"
Head in to the kitchen find out what's for break'
Peanut butter jelly, soft boiled egg
Turning on the telly, ESPN
Hitting Blake Griffin like "Let's be friends"
Cause I'm cool as Chuck and I write dope raps
And you slam dunk over Optimas, dag
Asher Roth is killing ya
Play board games, answer trivia
Go and stand Philly up, L-A sold separately
Proceed, TiVo Jeopardy!, please, no, never me
I'm more Supermarket Sweep, I go right for the bleach
And the big stabs of meat, no beef
Don't have a cow man, I make crowds freak out, go wild man
Kid look out of it, hold the stylist and the powder kit
It's hip hop, not the ballad bitch
On second calculus, I'll take the mani and the pedi
Pro Chevron, anti-Getty
If I'm getting clawed, I'm losing my Machete
If I'm at a party, I'm throwing the confetti
Shout out to Spencer Hawes, know him now as Chevy
From the state of Wash, where they smoke Hetties
Look like Tom Petty, sort of Wayne Gretzky
Either way you put it I'm smoother than uncle Jessie
I can do a handstand chilling underwater
I used to do it longer, but I started Marijuan-er
To talk about how power only wants to hold us down
I figured it all out because I'm older now
Maybe a little jaded, think we should go crazy
Have a bunch of sex and having a bunch of babies
Cause if I'm going out, want titties in my face
Smoking weed on some we slurping on a milkshake
Yo Andy Roddick, your girlfriend is a hottie
I hope you don't mind, I wanna give her that Roth dick
Don't take it wrong shit, I know you got a fast serve
But if it doesn't work, tell her "Holler Asher"
Nerd, kind of flirt, kind of twerp
What's it's worth, with the words, for sure
Kinda works, see I think I deserve to be a slime and a perv
Rules don't apply like I'm Tiger Woods
Sipping on the tiger blood, you better go and chase a liger bruh
I'm kind of tired of the show
I don't want to go to the club, I'd rather sit down on the couch
And watch a movie while my girlfriend jerks me off
Maybe I want to clown around and turn my music super loud
And if I didn't then I isn't Asher Roth

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Paradise lyrics - Asher Roth

[Don Cannon:]
I got a text message the other day, saying Asher Roth was through, and the Greenhouse Effect legacy is dead.
So I hit Dram, then I called Asher, and I said we got some unfinished business to handle.
Let's show 'em how it's truly done.
So to the nonbelievers: Greenhouse Effect Volume 2 is finally here.

[Verse 1:]
I don't want to go to work, I just really want to bang, bang, bang on the drums all day
No shirt, no shoes, all good, cause hey, hey, hey that's a feel-great
We can go to the beach, float in the sea, smoke weed, and lay in the shade
Case of the brew, ice-cold, keep it cool, but there's only one rule: no dudes, all babes
Margarita, pina colada, Corona, [?], tequila, vodka
(Oh my gosh) Can't tell who's hotter, all the butt cheeks in bikini bottoms
(Ow ow ow) Yeah, that's right, watch it turn from day to night
Faded in my Ray-Bans, baby, I can't even say it right
(Ha ha ha) Live it up, fuck it, I don't need a cup
Catch me in the ocean drinking potion from a coconut

[Hook:]
And this is the life, we got it, we got it going good
This is the life, we got it, we livin' like we should
And this is the life, we got it, we got it going good
This is the life, we got it, we livin' like we should

[Verse 2:]
I don't want to go to work, I just really want to bang, bang, bang on the drums all day
No shirt, no shoes, all good, cause hey, hey, hey that's a feel-great
We can go to the beach, float in the sea, smoke weed, and lay in the shade
Case of the brew, ice-cold, keep it cool, but there's only one rule: no dudes, all babes
I'm a play in the waves, and fake I'm in danger, and tell CJ come save me
Catch fish with a bait, and eat it with steak and a couple of crab legs I'm craving
And when I'm stuffed and fat, with Jimmy Buffet hat
Turn it up, I'm getting drunk in my Jimmy Buffet hat
Can't get enough of that, feet up in the sand time
Cutie Bobby super fly, showing me her tan lines
Around the camp fire, singing to the breeze
I can't ever lie, nothing beats on the beach

[Hook]

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Party Girl lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Hook:]
My girl wants to
Party all the time
Party all the time, party all the time
My girl wants to
Party all the time
Party all the time, party all the time
My girl wants to

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
My girl, she drinks and smokes
Then she goes to fashion shows
Forth and back, back and forth
Takes the... just like a pro
Try to keep on up with her but really why bother
Girl's a super hottie plus she parties way harder
Still looking great with no make-up on
Keep going strong 'til the break of dawn
Eighth to the face, take it straight no chase
When she stay to the pace ain't a damn thing wrong
Mother, sister, brother they insist on drinking water
But she's sipping on some liquor
Janice Dickinson had taught her well
Hammered, you can hardly tell
Stammered, but she hides it well
Hands up in the air and yells "party all the time!"
She dance around me in her thong
Sing along, favorite song
Rip a shot, hit the bong
Going all night long

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Asher Roth]
Sorry little barbie who can hardly take a sip
Yeah, my chick be drinking whiskey just to chase it with a kiss
Then she'll charge it to her card, whole bar, plus tip
Yeah for her and all her friends cause she never pays for shit
Kind of chick that you see on the TV, yeah
Real high heels and her cleavage, yeah Rolling up some homegrown asking
"Can we smoke some weed in here?"
Isn't like she needed it but got diamonds and pearls
And definitely ain't a lesbian but kisses other girls
Drives a car that isn't hers, keeps the keys up in her purse
Lipstick, red or pink, tell me which do you prefer?
Mini-skirts exotic furs wanna make the kitten purr
Try to go and buy a drink
But split before you finish yours cause she

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
My girl like other girls, how awesome is that?
I let my homies run a train right off of the track
She wasted, swallow, don't waste it
She just tell me to come, like invitations
Yeah, she on one, she drink, she smoke
A jump off, like a sinking boat
That I could overboard, I pray she sober, lord
But I can't picture that, with a Polaroid
And she look at her watch and say "it's party time!"
She say "here's to living life on the borderline"
I say "you go girl, but stop talking that shit"
Cause no matter what you say, you still a Young Money bitch, ah!

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Pass That Dutch lyrics - ASher roth

[Verse 1:]
I'm modest, the most mouse
But your style's honestly gotten me grossed out
Don't know how many a cocks run your mouth
And the copies of your album you're buying, they don't count
Low-brow talent is profound
Brolic-y bro, yeah my body of work is so stout
No doubt, organically grown, sold out
When my own sound make for a properly worn crown
Yeah, my language it low languish
It's so strange it makes aliens learn English
It's so strange just like the pants on the Lone Ranger
It's so strange just like the cankles on Bojangles
So dangerous, Ringo had met Rambo
Drank a handle of Jame, when we taught 'em how to tango
Way I'm slinging my ammo, think I could light a candle
When standing up on a banister and landing on a mantle
Mickey, Minnie, spitting Riperton
I'm kicking shit exquisite cause I'm sick of looking in
Just in case you missed it I'm gon' rip this shit again
So all the haters listening gotta listen to him again
Mary Kate taught me S&M in the LES
Hell, he'd body, yes, let's begin
Equestrian, call a quest to Questlove
To get drums, but guess what? Request snubbed
Gut check, regret less, regress none
Best bet is to get dressed and get some

(Time to get out of bed man, gotta rock and roll... let's go!)

[Verse 2:]
A phenomenon is what I be on
Doin' shotty rips with hottie chicks and talking body armor
Got an awesome arsenal, I don't need a bodyguard
With some bits of (barti in him?) but I got a car alarm
(Woop woop!)
Time to make the party start
Yeah, but once we start the party, sorry kids, we party hard
Already barred, I've been blacklisted from the bar
Yeah, but disregard the part about pissing in Clinton's yard
I'm a track star, I'm faster than Pat Stark
That has to grab a stash after crashin' his dad's car
On par when the city has gone dark
It ain't selling tickets, the visitors gon' starve
En garde, kids wanted an encore
Bong guard, get bitches in on tour
OnStar, the commissioners on board
When I asked for permission to ditch and he said sure (Yeah, sure)
See y'all be going to war
I'm ordering more Porsche's on the Bora Bora shore
While the girls explore sorta like Dora Dora
More curls, more curves, obviously more grown up
Yeah but hold up, won't ever compromise
Even if it means the end of me and leaves them outta...
Outta time, outta line, I'm outta limelight
Need to poured my gin and tonic right before I rhymed
Got my manager on hold
Get rid of all the Styrofoam on the radio
Adios batty boy, yo you gotta go
Me and the hot shit, we stay symbolical
While I'm riding my exotic animal, Amalfi coast
(Wheee!)
Giddy up, getting up with Olivia with the pretty butt
Get enough before I give it up
Getting stuck, thinking 'bout how I'm a finish up
When there's really no limit to how much I don't give a fuck
For the love, I'm only doing this just because
With a little sense of humor to loosen but who's the judge
Who's the rush? Aww, who was the last to touch?
Man you ruining my groove, move it and pass the dutch

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Females Welcome lyrics - Asher Roth

[Intro:]
Hold on, did you see the Farrah Abraham porno yet?
Yo, I'm glad that's not my girlfriend, I'll tell you that much

My smart bitch is my main ho
My smart bitch is my main ho
No mo'
No mo'

[Verse 1:]
Where those females at? The ones that never got below a B in class
Down to smoke some chronic, but she know she don't be needing that
Feeding facts, knitting, re-reading The Great Gatsby
Fights with Bill Simmons and differs with Bill Plaschke
Snacks be flax seed, almonds, and soy milk
But could dominate a Big Mac, no napkin, won't spill
Takes naps and chills, uses emojis and Nutella
Listens to good music, but didn't go to Coachella
Nah, nope never got Talking Head tickets
Vinyl of Art Tatum, knows lyrics to Big K.R.I.T.
On some country shit, southern comfort shit, getting drunk and shit
Dancing on the table, having fun and feeling wonderful
Don't want to be a player, she's requesting Big Punisher
Didn't want to say it, but I think that I'm in love with her
Couple more sangrias and I'll want to put a son in her
Wolfgang Amadeus, better play it when I cum in her
Brain it be the greatest, though she doesn't play sports
When she picked her favorite player, she said it was Frank Gore
Bakes and makes sports, can play like eight chords
Cause her parents made her take piano lessons until fourteen

[Hook: x2]
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo'
No mo, no mo', no mo'

[Verse 2:]
She poppin' Molly, just wants to party
Don't know that the shit's for the lost and gotti
Like Zach Denardi cause she likes attention
But I bet one day need an intervention
For the drugs and sex, girl's a mess
Better know when to slow, keep your hoes in check
Keep your head on your shoulders and don't forget
That sloppy bitches get no respect

[Sample: Reija Lee]
Why don't you know
Take it slow
Work it hard
Take it far
Why don't you know
Take it slow
Work it hard
Take it far
Boy I can see it in your face
You're all over the place
Can you stand up straight for me, yeah
Getting back on track if you want me back
Do the sweet talk
Do the sweet talk

[Hook: x2]
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo'
No mo, no mo', no mo'

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Healer lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1:]
Mind wonders if it's turning obsolete
Sometimes I struggle honestly with what I do believe
To hook it on and look beyond and tell me what you see
I see us needing what we want instead of what we need
Climbing to it's the peak, find the motion is exhausting
Most have lost touch, still wandering regardless
Don't wanna pay attention on how to make a connection
When wrecking a man's treasure and throw it right in the garbage
Fault your own father, our fault he didn't bother
Wanted to be Plato, now challenged to think harder
The owner, dig deeper, nothing came easier
Anxious and playing eager, impatient to play speaker
Make 'em wait, teach'em how to thread the needle
People hating people, that's horrible trained evil
On the morning's eve, be encouraged, take action
Only to receive distraction, distraction, distraction, fuck!
What was I trying to accomplish?
Non traditional, non-fictional, spit conscience
Not to mention blunt when you take shots with
Or take shots at, but might bounce back
And bite your ass if we ever cross paths
Cause you never bother questioning the cold hard facts
Ever stop to ask to get out of my head
The subconscious tap like a 90 light keg
Now the thought crosses, coming out of my neck
Spills into the palace of the fellas breaking bread
Seeking balance, getting calluses instead
Working hard, a valiant attempt

[Hook:]
I know we ain't dead yet
We've been living through your internet
You don't have to be everything you think
We've been programmed, wake up
We miss you

[Verse 2:]
So conflicting, my interest in this mission
Try to walk away, feeling that nobody would listen
When you're always known to take the road of least resistance
You have to let it go, what's a plan without a vision?
So confused what to do, can't see
In our food, in our news, in our sleep
It intrudes through the roots of our trees
Inhaled in ourselves, get impaled when we breathe
If it fails we excel and retreat
From the tales of the chem. trails pails in the scrip
Veils in the street, maam all held the week
While our freedom goes stale, too impaired to get free
We agree to debris to our silence
No sirens, no fires and no violence
More wires, more hard for their alliance
More lies to hide behind so why try it?
Talk about it, find people feel the same
But larger conversations say people go astrained
Maybe it's in vain working on a better day
And hey maybe this will resonate

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Treat Me Like Fire lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Blindsided, Michael Oher, Michael Coors Lite
Like a silver bullet, pull it when I'm werewolf'ing to the fullest
Of the moons to the tune of a beautiful aroma
Oh that homegrown sun be hotter than Arizona
Throw that hair up in a bun, starting to lose control
Tryna' get inside that mind, body and soul
When my body on yours, beyond God only knows
Fine bottle of wine, slow closing the doors
Let's go
Ms. Sophisticated, mystic with her moves
And delicious jungle kisses insisting you need some mo'
When she slip in something vicious you wishing you had some coal
Cold water to extinguish her mint conditional codes
Hot damn! Let's dance like a flame's torso
And advance to the land only ancient man know
Yeah, enchanted from the chants when she moan how it goes

Hey boy I like your style
Come over here, let's talk a while
Yeah you, I'm curious
What we would do, the two of us
What would you like to do
I'll introduce you to
My eyes, my lips my hair
If you're good, we'll go from there
I'm feelin' you
And I know that you want me to
In the end I'm doin' me
That's all you got to see
Hey, that's just how it is
But I go [?] for this
I'm a bit to dangerous
If you want me, you should just
(Treat me like) Treat me like
(Treat me like) Ooooohhh
(Fire) Fire
(Fire) Fire
(Into the flame) Into the flame
(Into the flame) Into the flame

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Apples & Bananas lyrics - Asher Roth

I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos
I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos

Holy smokes, artichoke, art of Mozart
Sharp and no pop tart part hollow notes
Heat of cold, ' yo, that broth kicking, yo
Day like flow, daylight come, she go home, we got stoned
She got clo-no so I got dough
This is corner liquor store, flip my 'bitchin', moan
Switching pictures, bitches low
Sit your slow ass down and bow wow
I write rhymes with pants down all around town
So, so pow there's no doubt, I know now
Grow your own scout bro, right about now

I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos
I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos

Papa chakra, pop lock and drop it
Block, block, get off, I'm rocking jackals, awesome
Talk to Jeremy Clarkson, clock stops the bus and pause
Who died and left Charles in charge?
Let me borrow your car and bring it back tomorrow and scared
I'm the gardener, bark, startle the dog, caught me off guard
Darn it, Mercutio, doogie chain, Gucci flow
Bootie blows fish but I really love sushi, though
Never on the first day, anyway
Used to bang groupie hoes, now I'm in a better place
Better late than never, better set her straight
Meditate, this center, any veteran needs a better maid
Let her stay, settle for the lesser pay
Like the sweater weather, but I still believe in yesterday
What's today? What's the space? Must've missed the bus, behave
Fuck it, what's the rush? We gonna walk it off the other way

I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos
I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos

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Numbers lyrics - Asher Roth

Y'all fuckers bore me
Don't wanna talk about mechanical royalties
I wanna talk about orgies and forgery
World Wars and some things more important
Than some record stores pretending there's only four dwarfs
I'm a word's worth, four score, some odd years ago
I appeared like a miracle, maybe you didn't hear me dog
Hear me g, hit you with some shit you never heard before
Heard before, Ash Roth, rap's own herbivore
Lord of sore Sportsmanship, throw shit when I don't win
When things get grim, I'm Jim... Harbaugh, times are hard brah
I'm tired of playing hard ball, bartered with a strong arm
Tall broads, large bra, hard on, flaw, I ball like James Hardon
Little off, chance he was gay, then he went straight
Only pause for long when I stand at buffets
Blonder than Dolly Parton that's in a Pamela phase
Stamina swate, handsome, my advantage is fate
Haters gon' hate but all they say is "damn it, he's great"
(Damn it, he's great) Famished, need a sandwich to taste
I like my ham with cheese and mayonnaise
Mind your manners on dates (Standard procedure sheriff)
Yeah, my plan is to wait, sip of Brandy while you standing
Come and stand in my place, sham and embrace
Let's keeping it go merrily, listening, I'm terribly
Little George chopping down the cherry tree, true
There's a moment in youth when growing ensues
Not only are you growing but you show and improve
Low and behoove, I'm sowing that my flowing in proof
Yeah, merlowing ain't the only thing that slowly improves

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Eggs Florentine lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. King Mez, Remy Banks)

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Top dollar, holler if you got it
Since the rottweiler, I been making solid head nodders
Shiiit
How 'bout it? Modest and methodic
Would it be a problem that I never graduated college?
Kiiid
Ha! Got 'em. Kinda like Sada-dem
They shot 'em, spot 'em, coming out the garden, with his momma,
Kiiids
Hippopotamus, pot I got is awesome
Blossom
Crossing the pollination of Ryan Gosling
Beat and coughing, swimming with the dolphins
Talking like I'm Mr. Marinate but that'd be jargon
Use your noggin Bobby, this is my preorgative
Ask if I'm the nicest and you'll get a bunch of bobbleheads
Follow this, unexpected journey, on some hobbit shit
All around the world, in your city bet I'm rockin' it
Take a nice drop straight from Sucassin
They gass my spass, breaka breaka sirchu blacka
Knock around the block, kill a knicker bocker
Spittin' realer hip-hop, but listen to Joe Cocker
And hypocrisy, either you a sprinter or a jogger
If it's ninth grade, kid you'd be locked inside your locker
Yeah, knock knock, father of The Rock get me out of this
You don't like the Roth you're a communist

[Hook]

[Verse 2: King Mez]
Unrealistic flow, business-minded as aristocrats
Hungry as [?] like gimme yo lunch remember that
Niggas slang crack like the family can't get killed from that
Think they ready for beef and never read nutrition facts
College cut a nigga the price of all that tuition whack
With a grand heel, like a nigga bringing The Pistols back
And I'm right on target with topics, bringing precision back
Everything you see artificial I'm bringing vision back
That's on my honor, I'm giving you coke, more so than Tijuana
She older than me but you buy her flowers I see you want her
Don Juan a quarterback to all you pom pommers
How you gon' harm a terminator you ain't John Connor
Boy, I'm sorry that's just the writer in me
Could also be that boiled blood line that's probably in me
And if you like a bag and she with me that's probably Fendi
But it was probably a gift and she gave it to me and missed it
Keeping soul round me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Remy Banks]
Crack the window light the reefer, bro I need to vent
Got some things up on my mental that I need to flip
Seems I can't repent, now haunt me when I'm bent
I felt like I'm a saint, so mama feel like I'm heaven sent
And crispest thoughts that I deciphered into verses
Some days I'm feeling worthless, I know I got a purpose
And I know I'm supposed to be here just trying to scratch the surface
These songs will make utilizing the talent I was birthed with
Missed from the purple haze fogging up my brain
Bathin' Ape camo'd down like I'm Major Payne
In London coolin' out high and up with James
With a team of British ducks whilin' out like I'm Bombay
Dog, I know about light
Spent weeks out in Europe thrice times
I mean what I say
Who else do I need to persuade that I'm one of the illest niggas spittin' today
Queens we in the building

[Hook]

[Outro]

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Pop Radio lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1:]
Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit
Had the freakin' fortitude to ask me if I'm with it
(Are you with it?)
Well of course, yeah, I'm sure, are you kidding
I mean, it's only fitting, shit, I do it for a living
When you sing a song in sixpence, pocket full of rye
Mr. Breadwinner, take a slice of humble pie
Sit on down and listen, you won't have to wonder why
Hit Atlantis in the spring, spend my summers out in Oz
On that bawitdaba da bang da bang
Man, it's so strange, we all came from orangutans
Now we got names, shiny things and blang a blangs
Stay in your lane, young man, don't you change a thing
We gonna get high if you wanna, it's your birthday party
Now I ride in Excursions and I call shotty
Bang tat, slang slap, entertain with the brain rap
Wanted new frames and engraved, you should arrange that
Great Danes guard the strains and the rain stash
Ain't playin' games, paid in cash with the grain stack
Stay black, wait, let me rephrase that
Give it to you straight, never stray, let 'em play that

[Hook:]
Pop radio
Pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us comin', now they runnin' for the door

[Verse 2:]
Lock, stock, two barrels, smokin' a stogie
You call it a sub, my homies call it a hoagie
Turn around like we just did the Hokey Pokey
Low key flow, rope-a-dope, keep it grown, Steve Aoki
I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel
Jeez, at least release the beats with Pharrell
I mean, for real, you just peace and leave your cell
Took the keys from Alicia, even Beast kiss and tell
That's the bell, beauty owned by Drew Hill
Got them red shells ready and I'm comin' for the kill
If that plan fails, well then shit, you front the bill
If they drop me from the label, I'll be [?] for a mil
Skills, never leavin' home without 'em
Lost them in the couch, looked around, and then I found them
Make your momma proud, make your father even prouder
Play the newest Roth, make the volume even louder
Like, at the pool, all the kids will call me Powder
Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder
Branch out, I'll splatter your grey matter
When I'm late for a date
Drink tea with the Sane Hatter

[Hook]

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Pearly Gates lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Yo they thought I made a million dollars off I Love College
Got a model, full ride them then retire to Bahamas
I probably should've, my goodness, no idea what I have put up with
Bunch of lame excuses from the suits up in the music biz
Listen to what Q-Tip said, "game it be the shadiest"
Keepers at the gate, what it take for you to play my shit?
I've been super patient, watching dudes get in my lane
But let's be honest for a second, we all know we're not the same
And I know just what you think, this wonder is one hit
It's a product or a baraka I promise it's not it
No verse that I ain't rip
With words that you can't script
We all know who did it first, it just hurts you to admit
I've been shitted on, spit up on, dissed and forgotten
Rick Ross can be a cop, Drake started from the bottom
No offense, I don't want to start a problem but come on
All I ever did was tell you I was champ in beer pong
I don't want to live forever but sure hope it lasts long
Never underestimate the power of a rap song
Never following a fad, I create a platform
Have a son and leave him something, hopeful he can pass on like

[Hook: x3]
We're here to stay and never ever going away, right?

[Verse 2:]
Keep my foot up on the gas, now I'm never going back off
Now they're saying, "Ash, yo that mother fuckers back dog."
Sure, had it in my palm but I had to let it go
Some may say I'm wrong, but it's the only way I could grow
Most don't understand this entire thing is out control
No matter how it's going down, always have to let them know
Kids eat your vegetables, stretch, wear your SPF
Give 110% work until it's nothing left
I refuse, but I confess
Wanted me to keep them dumb
Get them stoned, get them drunk
I'm supposed to let them dunk?
Nah fuck that, man I'm jumping up to stuff that
Even if that means I'm getting stuck with just a buss pass
Bucks keep the money, I love the feeling of hungry
101 and running from the city it's always sunny
I'm cunning and funny, something you can never take from me
I know you feel it coming, mummy didn't raise a dummy
Love me hate me call me crazy no matter what they rate me
Or how serious they take me, what the labels try to make me
Man I know that I'm amazing, I'll prove it just you wait
And I'll never have a problem when I reach the pearly gates like

[Hook]

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Monday Free lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse:]
Hey yo, balls to the wall, man
You softies can't stop me
Ever since I learned golf and some origami, originally
I was not always this so savvy
I learned the tricks to all the systems trekking Abu Dhabi
Not too shabby, top them off when I got speed
Debacle when I boggle Doctor Roth was in the lobby
Tikky talky, tacky falls across the middle
My center fielder skill is real
I dive and steal your single
My single never came out 'cause I was way to baked out
Fuck it, man, I'm straight now
Hit me on that PayPal
Give me what you make, don't make me have to take the stake out
You're making a mistake, for goodness sake
Just take the lake house, fake out
65 000 pounds of gun powder, kung pow
Dumb down, the doofus always talks loud
Don't you know we stupid?
We don't hearing what you talk 'bout
Acting like the new kid who just moved in from across town
Hawked out, who goes, emperor got new clothes
Got 'em in Croatia while I'm hanging out with Kukoc
Two Cokes, one Sprite, two hoes, one dyke
I think you said that you could flow
But dude, there's only one mic
So run like the wind, a fun life with sins
My bum likes the sun light
But some mice is men, so come right
Don't come, no time for that ho hum
Thumb suck but, but, paddy face
Know what? We gonna keep it moving
We don't listen to numbnuts
Showing some improvement but your jewels is always untucked
Some putz, no guts, relying on their dumb luck
Why you only standing there?
Get down to come up, what?

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A-One lyrics - Asher Roth

Holy goof, who gon' do it if it's not me?
Oh it's only you, whoopdie do who gon' stop me?
Linking up with Tek in Cincinnati
Steady rocking rhymes while you talk Illuminati
Child please, steaming hot steady making broccoli
Sugar snap peas, better piece what I'm sprouting
Bounce b like we going out with no house keys
Leave 'em like wow, so wow, don't know how he
[?] be proud freaking speak loudly
Can't figure out, go try to seek therapy
Hourly, rate is like 15 for fakes,
Got 16s for real, a big screen in space
And Brooke Shields so real I can almost lick her face
A slicker Navy Seal, I ain't slippin' 'til it's safe
One more sip and I can taste it, notice the concentration
Got that fresh juice, it's the end of conversation
Forget about it, it's stellar talent, he's well around it
A better challenge an entire planet he been around it
Get your calendar counting up all the men who doubted
Friends that matter don't flatter you they just get the pound
Gather around it's astounding I quickly think it's crowded
The highly touted get routed without a set to salvage
Since it's valid, I'm setting aside the Caesar salad.
Instead of violence I keep the balance and clean my palette
This is Allen in game one when they won
Tyronn Lue, you lose but hope you stay strong
Take the rapping way back into where it came from
You say you stacking my tracks but couldn't name one
Stay hungry, stay cool, play dumb
Skip school and break rules, it's way fun
Grey Goose with Jesus and his gay son
Phase two, it's steak juice; A1

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