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
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