Girl Scout Cookies lyrics - Asher Roth

[Hook x2:]

I want your girl scout cookies

Gimme them, gimme them, gimme them

Gimme them, gimme them, gimme them

Gimme them, gimme them

Go girl, go girl scout [x4]

Go girl, go go

[Verse 1:]

Lil' thin mint, thin mist, thin mist

Thin hip, thick tits, yes yes yes yes

I wanna lick where the wind miss

Hit, miss, hit list

Hey kid, sit this one out

Got a number from one to ten

How many friends you should bring to this thing

With my thing, and we sing

And we drink, and I wink, and I think

That we got a little bottle we should spin

Let it sink in

The spell never ends at twelve

Sorry Cinderella, tell your man, oh well

We can do a dinner over at the inn, won't tell

I highly recommend we at the inn hotel

Oh hell no, kid I won't sell

I just meet 'em on the internet and hope it goes well

Blow Ls and a little Nutella

Come milk me like Samoa

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Boom biggity boom da bomb biggy

The long lingerie tong thing sure is stringy

Why don't you take it off, you know we won't need it

Rock the boat though, she float like Aaliyah

No kidding, no, but no really

The shit that I spit from my dick is so sticky

No biggy though, I know a trick

If you go like this, it'll make it go quick

So, hocus pocus, focus, focus

Throw the throat it though, stroke it, stroke it

Slow poke, it go like eatin' okie

Oke a dokey artichoke, [?] open

Go slow though, never love a ho

Never know [?]

[Hook]

Freaks lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

That booty poppin' you doing making me kind of hard

You ever thought about movies? I think you'd be a star

I used to watch scrambled porn alone in the basement

But I don't watch anymore, nah girl I make it

So let's get naked, you can meet my O-face

Think my parents home so we should head on back to your place

You can tie me up, probably wouldn't make a peep

You like anal beads? Yeah the safety word is "jamboree"

You can't handle me

50 shades of Sasha Grey

Multiply by Tory Lane

Times it by a Jenna Haze

What can I say? Hey, you fulfill my fantasy

Candles lit, sittin' sucking dick under the canopy

I can dress like Santa, shit on you like Human Centipede

Go and show that fanny, don't you try and be romantic please

I'm talkin' spittin' and chokin', rippin it open

Till it's drippin' down your throat and runnin' in slow motion

[Hook x4: Nicki Minaj]

I've got my freaks, I've got my freaks got my got my freaks

I've got my freaks, got my freaks

[Verse 2: Asher Roth]

Those blonde bitches with a gap in their teeth

And Daisy Duke shorts showing off a little cheek

I wanna pillow fight and roll you up inside the sheets

Smoke you like a spliff of California's finest weed

Red heads in white tees

Wearing no bra, showing off the perky little beads

I love it when you're freezing and those nipples start to peek

Try unique positions, so can you hold my feet?

Snapchats a fat ass, smack smack off the glass like a bad pass

She has pierced ears and pierced lips

Pierced tongue, pierced nips and pierced clit

That's weird shit, but it's all good

Do your thing, baby, like a freaky girl should

Everybody knows it ain't as easy as it looks

Personally, see I just wanna fuck

I'm talking 'bout

[Hook]

Fuck Up Da Fun lyrics - Asher Roth

Who want it?

Who-who want it?

3-4-5 in the door for 20

Tell grandma I'm a need more money

Gonna catch you wide eye little Steve bull shitting

Ready, steady, chase like I'm shitting

Gotta make a move like I need a new tenant

Started with a tomb and the whole room pegging out

One two school, that is one too many

Ready ready, now I'm gonna sweat it

Keep me outside, I'm a come back dreading

When I think bright's why, now what

Bullet, bullet, bang bang bullet

Look at that rang, gonna slice that bullet

Wanna gang bang, want a pink thing

Call it with a big gang bang with strains like a mullet

Mullet mullet, boy looking here

One time boy he's boarding the gym

Whatcha got for, what's important to the gym

I'm imported by Jordan recording the gym

Cork to the wind, cork to the grim

Enjoying the cord and store to the Zen

Thought I adorned the store young men

When you thrive when I work New York in a cent

Down in the South I'm browsing about

In the times I'm bound to cow to a mouse

[?]

4000 an ounce

Now's for the [?] stick around for the fowl

Arousing around, you could tell how I tell

And I bump 2-3-4-5 and result

Shout this out

Let's go in

You know what I'm [?] to the floor

With two left foot

I stand with a sword making nuance cut

Making men on the shore, got his two bands cup

God damn so pure only two bump chop

No Zanax the poor I don't blast up

I'm a Santa sword, blood lust

Rock friends and you do that up

Too messed up

Understand it's a shame your friend's a no no

Me and these rap games

It's like C and Coco

Waiting for the shows doing jams and go go

For those who don't know it

It was ropes and gobo

Houses go broke, but the blot don't know

Show's a bozo, but oh you do do do

You so low but impose the grope low

You blow flow, I flow pro bono

You two don't getcha confused

I bruise if you bruise

You bruise like prune juice

Lose a tooth proof

And all you proof truth

'Cause all this new bruise

And rooter's new bruise they do like who's who

And boobs is what I do

Do enthusiast and movies when I come through

Show the true me in and evolution

Tell me the truth now me and [?]

We're gonna be rude

And fought over a dog

Thanks a lot dog and when they say you a frog

Ask a shot making strangers say

Then take our best men and lay them up in the sun

Ain't never saw a parade in a thong

And I pray for the day these stripes in the sun

Changing the game then thank when I'm gone

One thing straight and I'm great when I'm yours

Hella strong

Pretty huge biceps

Actin Up lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Rye Rye, Justin Bieber, Chris Brown)

[Hook: Asher Roth]

Bass loud, hands up, I don't really give a fuck

They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

Acting, acting up

Acting, acting up

They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

Go go [x4]

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

Here I go

Yeah yo, what's the scenario?

Can't understand, what you staring for?

Like you've never seen a white boy dance before, but

Damn she fine

That's one chick I can stand behind

Play in my field like a dandelion

Put it all on 'til you can't decide

What's it gon' be?

You, me, her, her, her, you, me

Girl, go beserk, gotta beat 'em with a tree

Go ahead, fall back, [?] boy gon' breathe

Ease off, back up, I'm about to act up

Floating, sipping, having fun, cause I be young and acting up

Acting, acting up

Acting, acting up

They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

[Hook: Asher Roth]

[Verse 2: Rye Rye]

So I walked in the club with a dope hairdo

Checking my fresh, everything brand new

Sexy old dude, saying "who's you?"

You do me, and I'm a do you

What what, what you talkin about with it

Man fall back, I'm just chillin'

Hate when they check for a bad-bad bitch

Gotta have respect for my bad habits,

P-p, now pass me the tree

I'm a get wild, I'm a nail you to me

Pull out the camera and shoot me a links

Cause I'm a act up, sweetie pie, what you think?

Go insane in the membrane, [?]

[?] slang, come and hang with a real name

[?]

Badder than a m-, MJ level

Face down, ass up, skinnys on, dirty Chucks

Showing off, I'm a swag it up

Good girl gone bad, grab my bud

[Hook: Asher Roth]

[Verse 3: Justin Bieber]

19 year old and I gotta act up

Cause I'm so so fly, yeah I'm so fly

And I don't know why, really know I, go so wow, till the bass goes oh my

Oh I, I gotta slow it down

Yeah I'm on the loose, and I won't stop now

Cause I go so loud, and I go so wow

So you better watch out cause I'm oh so ahh

I'm on some risky business

I like women and French kisses

Mama told do the dishes but I'm here catching fishes

Cause I'm still young and acting up

Girls on my mind, so I still mack up

They see the money, see the money, rack up, till the walls dark green, cause I'm stacking up

Bass loud, hands up, I don't really give a fu-

They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

Acting, acting up

Acting, acting up

They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]

Yikes, I guess I'm macking up

I'm about to go in, let me wrap it up

Young old school like Gallagher

But I'm a call these shots, caliber

What it is JB, my Ray-Bans in my jacket might give you rabies

My chain heavy, give it to the ladies

Hold up, hold up, watch 'em go crazy

Chilling with Asher Roth

Girls let me touch, cause their ass is soft

Yes I'm a score with them basketballs

She gon' give it up, I don't pass at all

My crew neck match my two-step

I just had group sex on my new jet

So many pretty girl, I'm like "who's next?"

So drunk all my white friends like, "Do it!"

Jeans off, back up, I'm about to act up

Smoking, drinking, having fun, cause I be young and acting up

Acting, acting up

Acting, acting up

They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

[Hook: Asher Roth]

Lil Butt lyrics - Asher Roth

[Hook]

Hey little butt, I need you so much

Ooo just a touch, of that little butt

[Verse]

Girl you must be dreaming

Thinking that a big old donkey butt, is what I needing

Floppy cellulite, so misleading

This tiny chick of mine, don’t you mind if I am peaking?

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Big old butts, you so old news

I’m looking for a Mini Coupe, not a caboose or a moose

I just need a handful, type of butt tight enough to light a candle

With a match, like an air tight bubble

So clean I bet you, don’t have a butt hole

Butt cheeks, they’ve both got character

Picture book butt, I be the narrator

I wanna take it on a leash to the carnival

I wanna put it on the wall like a [?]

I wanna put it on my plate with some olive oil

Boyder Doggie

I love you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Yo little butt, itty bitty butt, many many butt

Give a touch when I give a hug it don’t wiggle much

Yeah them bigger butts when they get a [?]

Look ridiculous, just a bunch of bumps like it’s bit by bugs

Butt, you’re like it a tight concise sentence

That says, “Yes I ride bikes and I like tennis”

Take my penis, put it in the crevice

Of those little buns with some onion and a little lettuce singing

[Hook]

"Pabst & Jazz: Blended Babies & Friends" (2011)

• Pabst And Jazz lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Hassani Kwess, Kenny Keys)
• Choices lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Action Bronson)
• In The Kitchen lyrics - Asher Roth
• More Cowbell lyrics - Asher Roth
• Bastermating lyrics - asher roth (feat. A$AP Twelvy, Chip Tha Ripper, YP)
• Common Knowledge lyrics - Asher Roth
• Golden Midas lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Boldy James, Nico Segal, Greg Landfair Jr. of KTD)
• Insurance lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward, Rockie Fresh, Blu)
• Hard Times lyrics - asher roth (feat. Kids These Days, Casie Veggies)
• Ampersand lyrics - Asher Roth
• Get By lyrics - Aher Roth (feat. Nico Seagal of Kids These Days)
• Not Meant 2 Be lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Nathan Santos)
• Running Away lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Nathan Santos)
• Charlie Chaplin lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Phil Ade', GLC, Thurz)
• Dope Shit lyrics - Asher Roth

Pabst And Jazz lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Hassani Kwess, Kenny Keys)

[Verse 1:]

Lackadaisical, paps and radio

Playing the latest Johnny Coltrane up on the Casio

Making me make my lady moan

Smoking strain of OG, roll trees

Sounds hot when you say you're stoned

Lost and faded though, a Miles Davis flow

Lots of soul, [?] how's he know? I suppose

In the cold without a coat, it's so cold, kid is froze

To the toes, and the more, anything is possible

I'm rocking massimo like I'm a Aussie bro

Drinking Foster's in the back of Billy Bob's Camaro

But ya not so artsy though, this ain't a [?] show

Party with the barbies just started up a cardio

Probably go unguarded if I could like I'm [?]

This is where my heart is to my darling then I'm sorry yo

I'm Marcus Garvey mode, I ain't gon' argue yo

This one be the hardest like it's starving in the arctic so

Stop the [?] the kids who try to box me

Obviously never stop me on my quest with Asanti

We Giovanni, Dolce and Gabbana, Don't you need line up a [?] up on the vinyl thought you needed a reminder

[Verse 2: Hassani Kwess]

I'm raping the beat through writing, G and letting it be the life of me

Rhyming it nice and climbing the pipes and letting the dope enlighten me

I'm hyping G (spaz), right go for the shot for 3, swish

Buckets, puppets on Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood ain't nice as me

Like it B? (Not.) Tough. Blame Rich for throwing me audible crack

I catch lack in the D, suggest you audible that, break chill

You know you a fan my man, you love it in fact

[?] baby stay in the building, you stuck in the shack, God damn!

Chill [?]

Never the last remaining [?], loving the real and loving the rap

Never the stacks, honeys be loving the steez, of course I'm loving them back

You can catch me putting my flag on top of the hill and puffing a black

Killing the flows, fa sho, give 'em those and they right

In them shows, TZ, be the pros, it's fact

So fast, I dash, catch up, and stack

Give them the jazz and the cash

Give them that, it's a rap

Choices lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Action Bronson)

This shit is jammin tho...

[Asher Roth:]

In here bloody and muddy

I'm smashing bottles of bubbly

Run for cover, brother

This thing here b-bout to get ugly

Under a submarine bares the kitchen cupboard be

Californication agin' more than david duchovny

You making my jack a double please

Serve it with the knuckle cheese

Crocodile hunter and some buddy lee dungarees

Barney rubble, trouble lover, something hubble never seen

Floating like a butter wing stinging like a bumble thing

I love it when I hear them scream, eat it like a tangerine

Make you feel uneasy like your feet up on a trampoline

Don't be so deceiving with your penis eating fantasy

My semen is the meanest, undefeated when I plant a seed

Hatin on me, hatin on me, wait for my decay

You gon have to wait longer, I won't ever go away

It's like they say: you go to vegas and most of it will stay

You in dirty with some herpes, is it worth the price you pay?

You deserve it little twerp, on the verge of something great

Til some overrated lames in the game got in the way

I'm a have to take it over: james and d wade

It's neither the black sheep, would you look at david spade?

Yeah I'm here to save the day, caped crusader, super 8

If you're squeamish at proceeding I suggest you look away

Yeah, beat it, best believe it when arena takes the stage

You need a lighter when I feed em a liter of tanqueray

Teething a type of pain, 18 is the riper stage

It ain't easy to fight the feeling when dealing with hype and fame

Leading the life of caine, I'll leave him and swipe his chain

Breathing, nice to meet you

Good evening, glad you came...

[Action Bronson:]

First of all, don't ever say a fuckin thing about the homie

Call a favor in and leave your dyke mother very lonely

You a phony doggy, holy shit

Know the flow exquis-

Eyes low, one-handed I control the whip

No reservations needed to get the table

I walk in, the chef calls me "chef" that's my label

[?] infuse the oil, basil

Standing like a man in situations, get disabled

A lot of hundreds in the jacket pocket

Know I blast the rocket, lift you in the air, just like an astronaut is

Lack the passion novice, we play on all-madden

Old glow jackets, navajo padded

Been a grown man since the day I was born, you strange and deformed

You sit at home while I get paid to perform

Now we put em on the greyhound, 85 dollars

Better choose wise bitch, you fuckin with some scholars

Old impalas, jumping like rasheed wallace

Smoking joints like a barbecue pit

I'm honestly sick, some would say retarded and shit

My mind sharp cause I eat garlic and shit

Swervin the whip quick, little dick...

In The Kitchen lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1:]

You're in deep water now pal don't foul out Pau

Pow pow down south how now brown cow

Loud mouth shout shout had to knock him out, Ciao

Bail him out now just put it on my Loud account

Steve Riff needs this, never will I back down

Sleep this, breath this, never wear me out, clown

Read lips, she licks, tryna pull my trous' down

Weed lit, need Clipse playin' in the background

How how, I don't get it, should've got em out

Little Greg Maddux mixed in with Roy Halladay

Andale, andale, arriba, arriba

Ash- Roth coming through your speakers

Yippeeya yeeah, about time we re'ed up

I was in the out crowd playing with some D cups

Gee shucks, didn't mean to keep ya

They just need a little TLC every 3 months

[Hook: x2]

Me & Chuck, we make this in the kitchen

I'm not bullshittin, really made this in the kitchen

Hook the mic up, MPC on the table

Wrote a couple rhymes, so check what I'm saying...

[Verse 2:]

Now I got my feet up without any sneakers

But if I did, they'd probably be some beat Chucks

Beat Chucks, beats up, beats up the knees bump, bass be mean

Make you lean like the Pisa

Meet the Grim Reaper, killin em in FIFA

Kick it in the back yard, sip a margarita

Eat the dark meat, pepper on the paprika

Could've kept East, but I had to see the sea cause

Fievel knows freedom, kiddo don't be dumb

Me won't leave, 215, and my green blood

Need bud, need bud, please only live once

Read a couple books while I'm soaking up the heat sun

We've only begun, beguns are beguns

Speak on you sheep, the Dos Equis He Man

Recon in Sweden, la vie European

Get up out of bed, turn my chi on

[Hook x2]

More Cowbell lyrics - Asher Roth

In the meadows where we grow the rose petals

And we sip a glass of Merlot

While I blow the Portabello

Like Cruello with a Cigarillo

Hello, Listen Up

This is Asher from the Morrisville

A little North of Truck

What the fuck?

Oh you didn't know little homie flow?

He a pro, Use a little more

You's a little slow, how slow?

Little Kelso. Smoking elbows?

If so, let me know I'll just give you my cell phone

Hell froze, Elmo, I'm sticking like Velcro

So, you ain't got the pasta you don't get the Pesto

Presto, Go to infinity and beyond it

Rhyme shit spitting gets imprinted on your conscious

Ash, shit, this world's sitting in your palm

And it's important that you know this

So you never get it wrong

Says my Mom as she reads the Tarot cards and the stars

This called me to go and be a motherfucking boss, Ricky Ross

Look at Paul Roth, kid is all talk

He's a narc, he's a lost cause

Fuck em cut em off

But this dog's off his leash

I'm showin ya'll my teeth when I speak

Yeah, I mean I bring Prometheus heat

Lean in your seat

You'd think that they'd be leaping to see

A commercial MC keep an ear to the street

Because Jeez

We sick of watching all this shit go on

But this song ain't done yet, so son you start marching

A marksman, Part Marge, Part Bart Simpson

But the other parts Descartes, Bars is raw wisdom

A lost art. I talk part of a larger mission

But you'd rather slack off with Sharks than pay attention

So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin'

Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute

So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas

In the cab huffin' grass, Fuck it I puff puff pass

Enough of that, Oughta buy out the suckerin' succotash

Sup with Ash? Yo, what happened?

Yo, I heard that fucker cracked

Yo, I heard he was abducted they put something in his ass

Well, I heard he had a run-in with a bear and got attacked

Now, Where'd you come up with that

Run and tell your mother that this motherfucker's back

Paper or plastic? Nah. I bring my own bags

Now how you want to pay for that? Straight cash

Evil Laugh

Yeah, I've been playing phone tag for the last

6 months with my label, Tell them fools to call me back

I play charades sippin' chardonnay fifty times a day

Feeling great, can't wait to taste the marmalade

Fade away, Himalayan retreat to find me

Good grief. Loose leaf? I treat it like Bruce Lee

Who's he? Why y'all keep seeing truth in 2D?

My speech be like I mixed Rufies with Kool Keith

Bastermating lyrics - asher roth (feat. A$AP Twelvy, Chip Tha Ripper, YP)

[Hook:]

[Big Pun:] Quit trying to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar

[Big L:] I spark life with the pen

[Papoose:] Too advance for ya'll

My raps are, my raps are unbelievable

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

I think it's time I play the lotto

I'm feeling lucky sucker, oh well fuck it is my motto

Gotta bring the ruckus smoking nuggets, sip moscato

With roscoe dash while I play his record on serato

Vado's, prolly my favorite rapper since bob dole

Odd flow so I drive slow with my eyes closed

Stop stroll? nah yo I'd rather eat hot crow

Closed throat, gross bro, don't forget to swallow

Hollow, that's what they try to tell me that my rhymes is

So I found God had to tell him what his moms did

WHAT?! is this some fucking sick joke?

Like an anorexic chick putting on a strip show

No shit, oh bitch, go and let them nips show

Let me see a pole flip and then throw it back

[?] back bone when I take it back home

Heard I made that ass fat, I'm a fuckin rap pro

Let's go!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: A Twelvey]

Man I came to bring the pain

Twelvey spittin' flames

Live from the 212, with my A dollar gang

AP Audamar

Running like a viking back

Instagram with the flow

All the hoes liking that, Recite it back

Run it back, Play it over (play it over)

Ace set everything, my young nigga's taking over

Pop Rex make ya' soda

Loud it's a roll up

Cooking up some shit Ty Dash screaming hold up

Rosay what it do? True niggas make ya moves

Came to give ya hell, for the pleasure and the principal

Kick it by the school, trappin' in the frat house

Gorgeous Motherfucker gettin' pussy like it's a cat house

Blow the back out, Didn't bring the stacks out

Then she got a trean, everybody bring in the stash house

Carolina blue jays, shit is like stack house

Sippin real slow but a nigga's on the fast route

Last year this time, I was on some low shit

Last year this time, ya'll was on some ho shit

Body after body I'm a 12 gauge shawty

Toast to the mowi cause I know that God has got me

[Chorus:]

Huh, Man I came to play

I ain't talking bout no games today

Man I'm tripping on the fame today

Man I aim to spray, I step back and let the flame away

I set it off. [x2]

(Yo, I think I took to many of those. Yo Ash how many was I supposed to take? I think I'm fucked. Heh

[Verse 3: Chip Tha Ripper]

Walk into the most expensive strip club with my dick out

Pissed a fist full of change and knocked that bitch out

Today was my first day at work I brought yo dish out

Clip my toenails over your plate to watch you fish out

Pictures of greatness. Now, show me wear the cake is

I'm a take it and Shove it all in the lawmakers faces

Doing what you feel can be unreal

I looked up and spit like half a meal

Pictures of my old crib hanging at my new crib

Raps and hoes, besides those I don't do shit

Tryna do it extra cool, don't fuck with the stress

Louie condoms, Girl come get Fucked with finase

MY school kids are pimpin, they sellin choclate bars

Me and my niggas up in this crib and we some choclate stars

You said I fell off, my money said that bitch a liar

How you sleeping on chip if your matress on fire?

Tonights the night that will change your life girl

All you gotta do is give him what he like girl

Allota head and a alotta shut the fuck up and chill

Mabey a 25 and 2 viagra pills

[Hook]

[Verse 4: YP]

Let's roll the flame up

I didn't came up

When you steady going up they wanna hang ya

But, I ain't worried until they read my verdict

I'm a promise I splure it because, I feel I deserve it

I get more from flippin the burgers

Move from a worker to the chairman of my own operation

You could get under, I throw a party and bitches think it's a slumber

Some chicks that spent the night, but, I never gave them my number

I'm young hefner, a couple cuties to measure

Houndred and 12 weigh it up, it's nothing extra

And when you murdered the pen they wanna test ya

Just don't make me black yo eyes like a professer

Don't you know I'm wanna them guys? go check the records

Have me getting clappin like the end of a lecture

I'm good in the empire you part of it, then you lucky

They call me Yp, but in the city I'm like nucky

Ripples can't believe it and haters feel the same

They don't care about the grad

They juices of minute maid

I tell them all the time, "get out get paid"

You here for the lang haul or only just a phase?

[Hook]

Golden Midas lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Boldy James, Nico Segal, Greg Landfair Jr. of KTD)

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]

Y'all done fucked up now

Y'all sucked the sun out this motherfucker

Looking like one dark cloud

We been off for a while

But we just get to started

Let that feeling rub off right now

I'll say shit out loud, and you aren't really retarded

You just wanna go along with the crowd

It's ok, don't pout - we're not breaking the law

We gonna sort it all out right now

I'm in the mode of you gotta go hard and trust no one

Sleeping on the floor, cause homie, you never know when

You lay low, stay low, and keep firing

Cause you know it's lame as soon as you hear sirens

Move in silence but be all ears

Don't listen to the talk because it's all fear

It's right here, it's thoughts, it's idears

It's off the Mark Walberg dog, it's our year

Let's start the party, Hoorah and ah yeah!

All we need is some mid [?] and malt beers

I be jumping up on chairs

Telling everybody I'm the brand new Paul Revere, like

[Hook]

Only the truth gets spit...

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

All my guns got hairpin triggers

You Spongebob Squarepants, yellow-bellied niggas who square dance

Don't stand a chance against my concrete

You Taliban when them doors slide on that caravan

No more Mr Nice Guy, feel my wrath

Cause nice guys always finish last

Say hello to the bad guy, goodbye

Catch the holy ghost when I get you baptized

And prayed over, it's nap time

Tec 9, hollow tips, bottle cap size

And give you a makeover: flatline

For them 9s, them splits, and them halftimes

Last time you see a bad guy like me

Icy with a mag under my white T

Hook, line, sinker, cast iron

Reppin the [?]

Insurance lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward, Rockie Fresh, Blu)

[Asher Roth:]

Last night took a trip down to the corner store

Needed rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar

Cruised the aisle for some chocolate and coconut water

When he burst in told the counter to open the drawer

Stuck the piece to his teeth as he insisted

"If you know what's good for you, I think that you should listen"

But he didn't, attendant was resistant

That's when he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"

He turned around and searched the store with frantic eyes

Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one inside

Come on kid, it's time to go for a ride

Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be trying nothing

Tied and blildfolded threw me in the trunk

Stunk of gasoline and stale cigarette butts

I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"

My stomach telling me this be my last one

Think to myself what the hell I could have done

Should have run

Yeah I bet it wasn't a loaded gun

Breathing heavily speeding up over 70

Settled on dead meat, don't even believe in heaven, B

Then 20 minutes at least, when tires screech

Oh please, police, but my hope has gone weak

Opens the trunk, "get up, " he tells me

Walk a couple paces then throws me to my knees

[Hook: ZZ Ward]

I ain't even try to hurt no one

See it ain't my finger on that trigger

Visualize but I ain't got none

Now I paid my bail but it just got bigger

Silence gimme sugar try to run

But it just got worse, now I just can't reverse

It's a target sitting on my back

The cops on me, yes I'll never be free

[Rocky Fresh:]

Okay there's substance in my reefer raps

They getting heard across the map

I'm running shit, take a lap

Sleeping on me, take a nap

But know them dreams about me bad

Knowing I'm awake getting money that you never had

I'm doing what I want so homie I ain't never sad

Do what makes you happy even if it makes them niggas mad

And they gonna talk about you, at least you staying on their mind

Tell them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind

Trying to keep up with me, they just gonna get left behind

Homie I'm the fast forward, make you want to press rewind

I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place

I keep up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers laced

We breaking ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can find

That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time

And don't try to fuck with my plans

Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

[Hook]

[Blu & Exile:]

Damn, niggas been shot

Them pos be locking up the team and shit is hot

For your home block it's no more weed and no more rock

My pockets hurting, heard you eating, what you got

Driving in circles, make a leaner with my watch

I'll speed and fuck at the cops

I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll steal it

And my Glock's out swerving

Hawks caught us by the place where we were surfing

And brought us in cause we ain't have insurance, fuckers

[Hook]