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Sitting on a truffet
Puffing on the best cut buds tryna get butt from ms. muffet Me and teddy ruxpin stirring up a ruckus egging all the houses smashing all the pumpkins suck a dick butt kiss chumps can't funk with the punk kids Ash Roth be the king of the blumpkins any Tim Duncan, spur of the moment let the whole world know I run shit jump ship quick, tell a friend that I'm dumb sick spit fungus that'll grow from a dumb trip twist to a front flip son that was some trick watch all the dumb chicks hump when I bump this Kinda like the blonde Bob Saget Ash can get nasty Pass me a blunt and some captain chilling with an Ashley Heading to the mall Sitting in the backseat getting jerked off 10 feet tall with the balls of a matador Door matted whore with your words heard that before Poor metaphor pedicure get your feet fixed Walk in my shoes for a few you gone need it Yea got your Wii fit to practice your freeze with Need a few weeks before you can compete with Razor Ramone flow o' so sharp You can take kapowsky (as in saved by the bell) I'm a take lark on my go-kart! Mario kart skills are outrageous Play me any day and I'll be the best racist Wait no erase it meant to a racer Traded in my cell phone for a new pager Take off your blue tooth now dot com I'm at the grocery store with hot moms Bout 35 with at least 2 kids We can make out while my friend babysits All up in your fridge eating left over shit Tuna sandwich, butterscotch, crumpets, Cheeto's be my choice of chip I enjoy for a bit Take a sip from my sips and then split Throw that J up is it rolled? Yeah, Roll it up. Hair like a troll doll Basketball shorts on yeah I'm a dork but im still holing court ball up balla Yea I take to long get dolled up Give a fuck if I look like I just woke up Who my tryna impress Honey in the sundress With the breasts luscious Just sent me a text O-M-G your the B-E EST If you tryna have sex I'm the best at it!! |
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I'm nice right now, man
I, I feel good If you have a drink Would you please put it in the air? That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked in Jourdan`s room Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at 3, wake up at 10 Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college I wanna go to college for the rest of my life Sip Bankers Club and drink Miller Lite On thirsty Thursday and Tuesday night ice And I can get pizza a dollar a slice So fill up my cup, lets get fucked up I'm next on the table, who want what? I am champion at beer pong Allen Iverson, Hakeem Olajuwon Don't even bounce, not in my house Better hope you make it, otherwise you naked in jourdan`s room Time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted Woke up today and all I could say is, um… That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked in jourdan`s room Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at 3, wake up at 10 Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college (Ay!) I love drinkin' (Ay!) I love women (Ay!) Man, I love college I can't tell you what I learned from school But I could tell you a story or two Um, yeah of course I learned some rules Like don't pass out with your shoes on And don't leave the house till the booze gone And don't have sex if she's too gone When it comes to condoms, put two on Then tomorrow night, find a new joint Hold the beer bong, nothing wrong with some fun Even if we did get a little bit too drunk Time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted Woke up today and all I could say is That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked in jourdan`s room Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at 3, wake up at 10 Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college (Ay!) I love drinkin' (Ay!) I love women (Ay!) I love college Now, if everybody would please Put their drink as high as they can As high as they can And repeat after me Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug Freshmen (Freshmen, freshmen, freshmen) Do something crazy (Do something crazy, do something crazy, do something crazy) Keg stand (Keg stand, keg stand, keg stand) That party last night Man, I love college… I love it That party last night A'ight everybody, I gotta head back to class for a little bit That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it (You know whats goin down) I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked in jourdan`s room Drink my beer and smoke my weed (You're all invited) But my good friends is all I need (Bring your friends) Pass out at 3, wake up at 10 Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college Do I really have to graduate, or can I just stay here the rest of my life? |
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Yeah, I wrote a song and it go a little something like this
[Verse 1] They say its a cold world, yeah you got that right I almost packed it all in on the spot last night They want a killer instinct and I'm just that type But if the fights not mine, I wont fight that fight Life without struggling, yeah right Make one mistake, won't make that twice Out of sight out of mind, find yourself out of time Buy your own pants, get your hands out of mine An advance ain't a promise you will make it there's work to be done, you must grind to shine Every second is a blessing, yes it is precious Suggest you get off instant message The aggression when your finding your direction Then heading non stop just to find that the road is blocked You wanna pop, flip your lid and stomp But settle down and work it out, Its really all you've got, so I tell em [Chorus] When I can't take it, I can't take it no more This is what I say La Di Da Da Da, La Di Da Da Da, Over When you can't take it, When you can't take it no more This is what you say, La Di Da Da Da, La Di Da Da Da Over [Verse 2] And yeah I'm frustrated, fuck this, what's this, how much Who what, where when, why man, how come So many questions unanswered, I don't understand Could you please explain sir I'm in a phase, I believe I can change In exchange for an explanation, estimation, hesitation Is it as visible dealing with digital? Fidgeting through e-mail when the issue is pivotal Critical condition, My heads in I'm heading in the wrong direction Book me a session, Let it off my chest Ill invest in a (Cannon) Just so I can blow with my flow as my right hand man Van Dam ass kickin' with Ash spittin' I'm that different just ask Jigga (Ask Jigga) He listened and witnessed the birth of a star Emerging and surging his way up to the top of the charts, now sing along [Chorus] When I'm trying to come up, they wanna bring me down [x4] When you trying to come up. they wanna bring you down [x4] All the kids sing along |
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| 4:23 |
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[Intro: Cee-Lo]
I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time Whoa [x2] [Verse 1: Asher Roth] In the backseat screaming out loud In the backseat screaming out Ash is young, attractive, handsome bachelor, awesome rapper Got a knack for vernacular when I perform spectacular I'll have any girl that I want, I'm a take the girl in the front Boobs bounce when I tell the crowd jump, honey, come backstage I just want to have fun But I'm too young to be locked down, not now Need a new car, drive around with the top down New broad with her bra and her top down Chillin' in the backseat screaming out loud [Chorus: Cee-Lo] She wants to be my lady but I don't see her She wants to be my lady but I'm a free bird I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time I gotta fly by myself, go get high by myself this time [Verse 2: Asher Roth] The cycle is Shawn Michaels (heartbreak) And yeah I like you but not enough to wife you Say, I'm nice, true and you think I'm the right dude But there's another girl just like you (like who?) I'm on the road, another night, another show New event in a new time zone And the live show is so mind blowing And it's my show so you know that I'm blown (you know?) No text gonna give me head, Long distance just ain't my thing Yeah I'm single, don't need no ring, I'm a free man now, I don't need no strings, sing [Chorus] [Verse 3: Asher Roth] If you're cool with nights at the pool Jacuzzis and groupies, groupies and booze And no rules, I'm only 22 I need to watch football and hang with the crew But if you don't get mad when I get fat Cause all I do is eat, drink, smoke weed and rap And play Madden then dag You're pretty rad and I take it all back, c'mon [Chorus] Just keep clapping your hands, Feels good, feels nice and warm in here right now I'm feeling free, if you feel free, clap your hands, ah, ah, ah, c'mon [Chorus] |
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| 3:36 |
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| 4:30 |
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[Verse 1]
Use the eyes of the owl The Sour Patch Kids got me out of wack And out of gas The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest Lost my train of thought My brain can not be bought Trained to trainicle auberate with authority (no way jose) The chay in may(revolutionary) To the leaders I am scary I. Pose a threat to those who get to close for comfort And won't conform Come forward Sworn on my unborn son if there is one more war I will come for, thee Poor get poor, the rich just get richer Get the jist? You see the big picture? China's ditched from a shake on the Richter Mother earth shrugs and we all get evicted This some sick shit Slightly twisted Information from our nations capital Capital is all the captain calls for They just want more (and more) And more (and more) And more (and more) And more (and more) And more (and more) (I don't hear you) [Chorus] Take me away Take me away from here Take me away from evil I don't hear you [Bridge] Can you turn it up just a little bit? (repeat 3x) Can you turn it up? Can you turn it up [Verse 2] My people crying, and be dieing, they be dining in the islands, Drinking wine with their wives like everything is fine Denying that they fightin for their lives, Every night to survive since the beginning of time aye-yai-yai Can't believe the evil that feeds off this so called American dream Lies & deciet make all the Americans seem like blood-sucking money hungry fiends But money doesn't mean. A damn thing to me I just want to be. I want to be free But unfortunately a fortune is what you need Cause the fortune 500's run the country It's one company If your not accompanied Would you mind grabbing me a cup of tea? If we go hungry, in our own country I wonder whats it's like living in Hungary Yeah, it isn't funny, but its coming It's about to get ugly Streets turn to a game of rugby Y'all don't hear me tho [Chorus] Take me away Take me away from here Take me away from evil I don't hear you [Bridge] Can you turn it up just a little bit? (repeat 3x) Can you turn it up? Can you turn it up [Verse 3] We're buying bubbly and make it rain 100's Is it just me or is that some dumbshit Yo what the fuck hoe come Little dumbshit Let's go(I know you can think of something) Donate your dollars, raise a dollar Help a mother, save a father Cause poverty is probably our biggest problem And it ain't gonna stop with Obama To save the world we must start at the bottom [Chorus] Take me away Take me away from here Take me away from evil I don't hear you I don't hear you I don't hear you I don't hear you I don't hear you ... I don't hear you (repeat til it fades out) |
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| 4:19 |
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(Chester French)
Take me as I am my friends, ain't going to change Won't be no Em, rock these songs Rock these shows, only good life I know (Asher Roth) I was in seventh grade when I heard The Slim Shady LP Yeah, my mom brought it down when I was ironing; irony Getting out the wrinkles, just a little kid in middle school, Sink my teeth in anything to think I'm cool, riding the bus I feel the rush from I "Still Don't Give A Fuck" Yeah, I wish I could agree but I've already had enough I've already given up from playing the same game Every interview I feel like I'm saying the same thing, like Em was great, yeah, he paved the way for me He was inspiration for everybody from A to Z But they keep relating me, I can't get away Chasing me (all day long) I hear it (all day long) And now the masters thinks that Asher wants to be a Marshall Mathers They say, "Asher's not a rapper, nah, he's actually just a actor" 'Cause we have the same complexion and similar voice inflection It's easy to see the pieces and reach for that connection Each second, every minute, each hour of everyday I'm constantly on the fence defending my own name Explaining we are not the same Not much that I can say, except I'm sick of it, Critics arrantly sparked up a flame, it's on (Chester French) Take me as I am my friends, ain't going to change Won't be no Em, rock these songs Rock these shows, only good life I know Take me as I am my friends, ain't going to change Won't be no Em, rock these songs Rock these shows, only good life I know (Asher Roth) Now don't get it twisted, I've definitely benefitted It's like suddenly everyone wants to hear what I be spitting It's so different, the image they don't get it It's simple I'm just a kid who wants to rap to make a living But Em was in it way before I committed And his lyrics were the shit so I really got to come with it But each critic been picking apart my writtens And if it's not up to par then Asher's Paul is just a gimmick Is it my fault must I be more convincing? Ya'll talk all you want, never halt me from my mission Using his ammunition, would you please keep dissing me? (All day long) I hear it (all day long) And yeah, the haters want to hate because I made it and I'm famous But until you take my place you'll never know 'bout what it takes to make a record for respect, take a second to inspect When you look like someone else then what the fuck do you expect? I just want to be accepted as the illest in the game But it's harder for an artist creating his own lane That's synonymous with his rhyming and combine with perfect timing All the time all that's declining and about to explode (Chester French) Take me as I am my friends, ain't going to change Won't be no Em, rock these songs Rock these shows, only good life I know Take me as I am my friends, ain't going to change Won't be no Em, rock these songs Rock these shows, only good life I know (Asher Roth) Yeah, yeah So fuck it that's all I got, there's nothing else for me to say If I don't confront the problem it will never go away Unless it is addressed there is nothing left for me to do It's impossible rejecting an elephant in the room Say goodbye to all the bullshit, notions preconceived So long to all the blogs, could have swore they knew me If you have no further questions and can't think of other thoughts Then let me introduce you to Asher Paul Roth... gone (Chester French) Take me as I am my friends, ain't going to change Won't be no Em, rock these songs Rock these shows, only good life I know Take me as I am my friends, ain't going to change Won't be no Em, rock these songs Rock these shows, only good life I know Yeah, yeah |
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| 3:38 |
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uhh...
and it just keeps going (yeah) and it just keeps... (Verse 1) So I'm in the airport getting ready to leave headed to a friends wedding in the NYC but my head's been spinning, I'm forgettin to eat all this jet setting has been getting to me it's already 11:20, I'm ready to sleep but instead I end up sitting in a 27C an aisle seat, fine by me, but the guy that's insides always trying to pee with a wild child behind me that's crying and keeps flippin out and kickin at me while it violently screams so I silently plea "Oh God, please, let there be a hotty sitting in 27B but of course a morbidly obese beast is in the seat that wheezes when it breaths dude sitting D is at least three deep and he keeps telling me what's wrong with his knees Osgood Schlatters, just need water but for a bottle they charge two dollars and when I thought that it couldn't get worse, I forgot my ipod. (Chorus) Ohh..I'm having a bad day, nothing ever seems to go my way everybody needs to go away, Why? Because I'm having a bad day uhh.. and it just keeps going, and it just keeps... and it just keeps going, and it just keeps... (Verse 2) so 4 hours of turbulence we land and I'm about to turd in my pants but the captain is seatbelt fastened so my ass is just passin gas'n and at last i escape from the plane when I'm minutes away from clinical insane I make my way towards baggage claim when I hear a high pitch voice screaming my name some dumb bitch I went to high school with while shes sweating she tells me that she likes my shit I just smile and think about how great it would be if I could just hit this chick with a quick leg sweep so I pick up my L.L. Bean and B-Line for the next taxi in need of weed and boxer briefs but my bags only got Maxis (Chorus) (Verse 3) I check in to my hotel room and I pick up my cellphone and dial the groom tell him my mood and how I ordering food and I'm probably gonna stay in and watch a movie but the tube has no HBO so anything I want I'm paying fo' but I'm lame and broke so I'm laying in a robe watching that little people big world show right then there's a knock at the door it's my last hope for a spanish whore who will change my sheets in exchange for penis "Hi I've lost my cat, have you seen it?" Jesus, this day is the worst at least I can give little me a jerk and then go to sleep, healthy and disease-less I guess it could be worse but I'm just... (Chorus) |
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(feat. Miguel)
(Verse 1: Asher Roth) He leans back from his desk Rubs the back of his neck, the stress takes effect Grips the bridge of his noise Squints while he's showing emotion he normally won't At 56, he re-evaluates Possibly regretting some decisions that he's made Black is turning grey, patches of his age Reflecting from the glasses of passive of every page Passionately Dave reads, reading on occasion Dreaming of the day when he can do the same thing He's always wanted to write, that's all he's wanted in life With two daughters, a son and a remarkable wife He's in a bind, he has to provide A family is relying on a millie to survive His father died at 56 So he's well aware how vital a father figure is How big of a responsibility it is To be a good husband and care for your kids Never miss an event, helping them with their homework Discipline to prevent things when they're older His only son is only 21 And focus as a poet has only just begun Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means His dream is my dream, my dream is his dream (Chorus: Miguel) I close my eyes and I can see (His dream) The sacrifices he made for me (His dream) Put it aside for his family (His dream) Yeah, so I'ma keep it alive, Yeah (Verse 2: Asher Roth) And so he targeted to be the dream guardian Guarding it from anything and anyone whose harming it But in his heart, he knows the hardest thing about it is Giving up on his dream to be all about his kids As he kisses the lips of the misses For 24 years going on the 25th He thinks to himself, this alone is a wealth It's greater than what's bought and then sold on the shelf Sometimes a dream is all that we have We have to continue to dream Cause once it is lost amongst other thoughts Then what really are we, what are we? (Chorus) (Verse 3: Asher Roth) So he sits back at his desk Cracking his knuckles and back of his neck Faxing a paper displaying his name On another application explaining the main Things they should know but the things that they don't Are the things that distinguish him as an adult And over the phone, he can never expose The role that he chose, the role in his home And at home, he's a leader, a father He'll prove it by using his son and his daughters In their life, he'll be playing the part of The one who inspires, the one we admire His only son is only 21 And focus as a poet has only just begun Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means His dream is my dream, my dream is his dream (Chorus) |
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(Verse 1)
Okay, yeah I remember way back, I mean, way back, ages 8th grade I think, feels like yesterday Bowl cuts was the craze, I was crazy Long blonde hair all over the place And I'm pale as I ever was, baby face With a frame like a skeleton Skinny kid, no, friends with bout everyone No shit, I was cool, I had plenty fun But one wish, I would grow up big No, not built, but they say drink my milk didn't get nowhere, switched up diet Started having hip-hop, pops didn't buy it Wanted more Springsteen, Earth, Wind, Fire Felt that was fine but to rhyme, had to try it couldn't hide the fact I wanted to rap Bought Jay-Z's CD with my own cash, man And that was back around '98 With the Annie sample and Money ain't A Thang And eventhough I really couldn't relate I kept studying and listening and stuffing my face and now (Chorus) I don't feel like I'm fallin' (Cause I'm so high that) I don't feel like I'm fallin' (And I'm so fly that) I don't feel like I'm fallin' (Cause I'm so high that) I don't feel like I'm fallin' (Verse 2) Then came high school Started picking up a mic, thought I was cool My friends said homie you know that your white, dude I said What? Fa real? Oh it's all good Cause like this, when I tried it, liked it Flipped it, hyped it, insisted the mic Cause this shit's just right Just like that, 9th grade footy heard Straight from the Philly burbs, feel me? pretty sure Suburban Threat was the name and we really were Steady wasting the day spittin' silly verses No curses, writing bout our girlfriends Ballpoint pen, mines spinning like a whirlwind Getting on the mic, I'm a wizard like merlin Breaking barriers, tearing walls like it's berlin (Chorus) (Verse 3) And I think it was the summer of 12th grade When Uncle C passed away, leaving us empty And it hurt real bad Disturbed real sad But we had to move on So infact, real fast, we wrote this song Bout fallen ones and miscues and misviews Of the misuse of words used to diss dudes So true, in a serious face I'm convinced God works in mysterious ways Like everything happens for a reason I had to believe it cause that would explain why they leave us As in people that mean everything I got love for them all, they'll be there if I fall but (Chorus) |
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(Verse 1)
Sitting on the couch with my head in my hands I need to think Think fast, need to set up a plan to get big Lick already said I’m the man I know this But it’s hard being my own fan I’m so thick, thick headed when it comes to the flow My secret weapon Said the go cause there’s no better time than The present, not a second time to get a stepping What’s a hustle for a hustler if it’s the wrong direction I take a sec making all the right corrections Full inspection make sure its perfected Some neglected saying I’m obsessive But a record ain’t a record less it really is impressive I’ve been infected with the sickness of perfectionist Like if you grab a hips and twist it while your sexing it It feels betta betta use of the erection A free lesson, very welcome Baby don’t you even mention it (Chorus) Cause if your trying and aint working And you just don’t get it and it sound well Just wont flow (X2) We’ll recognize Real you can bet cause the music Come from my soul From my soul From my soul I said the music comes from my soul Sick with it games with it Till the limitsey Asher Rosh aint no joke Aint no joke (Verse 2) I see the visions bigger than the big picture Doing division with figures of dirt diggler Weed an liqueur play the role of an addiction But efflicted for the sicktion I still remain a stickler Slick thinker, quick picker upper Bounty hunter for the runners and I found about a hundred of em They be dumb enough drugging them with bubble gum I cover them, smuther them, and then I tell their mother on em getting grounded for sounding like a clown not allowed out the house for Bringing our sound down, kick out Vanished from the town but bromanted may be granted while they handed me My crown Bow down start respecting it New rules in effect and you all should Expected it new schools is erect Ash Roth be the president cause I’m a True perfectionist (Chorus) Cause if your trying and aint working And you just don’t get it and it sound well Just wont flow (X2) We’ll recognize Real you can bet cause the music Come from my soul From my soul From my soul I said the music comes from my soul Sick with it games with it Till the limitsey Asher Rosh aint no joke Aint no joke (Beanie) Kiss my ring is a b mac thing I’m on a road to the richest like a G-rap thing Young and jump from the corner Then he got king Look who ran through your castle And scooped your queen I aint your average little rapper young Scrapper, I aint a backpacker I’m an original gun clapper I buck shot shorties and turning moon blacker Snap like cameras in dark room rappers Who arm full metal jacket Niggas hambuger hell, get your potune captioned You in deep water this harpoon practice Your dudes is cactus, cartoon rappers I draw on niggas like stick figures Get the picture, I aint easy to trace nigga You should expected this from two Rap perfectionist (Chorus) Cause if your trying and aint working And you just don’t get it and it sound well Just wont flow (X2) We’ll recognize Real you can bet cause the music Come from my soul From my soul From my soul I said the music comes from my soul Sick with it games with it Till the limitsey Asher Rosh aint no joke Aint no joke |
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| 4:15 |
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Johnny, get on the piano, let's do this. Thirty years in the business...
[Asher Roth] What's up? What's up? I want to welcome everybody to the Lounge [Asher Roth] You know... You've heard of Rapper's Delight? Well, I'm delightful. I got my buddy Asher Roth with me, straight out of the Philadelphia, PA. Here's a little Ham 'N' Eggs coming right at you... [Asher Roth] Yo, I got a question (what's that?) What's a rapper look like? Is he tan? Is he black? White? Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe? Or more the cats that'll ride on the half-pipe? Don't want to act like I know about the rap type 'Cause matter of fact I can't grasp who rap likes With their cash do they stash for retirement? Or go for finer things like rides and diamonds and...? Another question (what's that?) How do they dress? Are they best cut threads or are they spend less I'm interested, it's caught my attention Yo, does everybody rap get arrested? And with they sex, do they all have hoes? Or do some have a girl that they learn and they grow with? I like to know, what makes a rapper? It might be me, but I don't think it matters [Chorus] What does he look like? Nobody knows? He's just a rapper in plain clothes When the curtain falls, after the show Where does he go? Nobody knows [Asher Roth] Yo, now it's your call, short, fat, or tall? What if he's a she and not a he at all? Or does a broad have to a be a C at least? Or can it be decreased if she real up on the beat? And is she realer if she raised in the street? Or can they still feel her if she raised in CT? And if they spit do they have to have kids? Or can they have a mom, a dad, and little sis? And in the morning do they have to have grits? Or can they favorite breakfast be eggs Benedict? It makes me think, is there a rapping type? And if so, yo, what's a rapper like? And do they sell drugs, orr go to school? Cocaine or college, tell me what's the rule I'd like to know, what makes a rapper? It might be me, but I don't think it matters. [Chorus] What does he look like? Nobody knows? He's just a rapper in plain clothes When the curtain falls, after the show Where does he go? Nobody knows [Asher Roth] My name's Asher (hi, Asher) And those who care to ask, I tell them I'm a rapper But I don't look like it, not one bit I'm short and thin with some pale-ass skin Got one girlfriend and I love her With two sisters, a father, and a mother I guess I'm different, like no other But you can't judge a book by it's cover I write about what I feel, see, live My boys like to say I'm the realist it gets Sometimes I feel like Boston gets Maybe flip the script on some ROYGBIV Whatever the mood, no matter what I listen to I always do me, never do you I'd like to know, what makes a rapper? It might be me, but I don't think it matters. [Chorus] What does he look like? Nobody knows? He's just a rapper in plain clothes (Johnny, I'm loving that piano) When the curtain falls, after the show Where does he go? Nobody knows Oh yeah, once again this is Pete Rockwell, Asher Roth. The Leopard Lounge, everyone. In the back room... gets a little pep in your step, as the homies say: this thing is jamming. Pour me another Scotch, Margot. I'm just loving this right now. Thirty years in the business; still banging out the hits. This Pete Rockwell, baby, Asher Roth, signing off. |
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