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Текст песни Asher Roth - Cannon

7 августа 2013 г. Просмотров: 994 RSS
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[Don Cannon:]

Holla At Me!



[Asher Roth:]

Yo, Cannon!

What would this mixtape be, if I didn't get on the one beat

That everbody gets on? (DRAMATIC!)

You know I had to, dog...



You know the world's gone mad

When blacks wear plaid

And Mariah has married Nick Can-non

Or when a boy from the burbs

Has the nerves to converge

On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (The CANNON!)



You know the world's gone mad

When blacks wear plaid

And Mariah has married Nick Can-non

Or when a boy from the burbs

Has the nerves to converge

On a mixtape with DJ Cannon?



[Don Cannon:]

Alright... Now if you really feel like that, Keep going!

I don't know what else to tell you, Go in!



[Asher Roth:]

Yo, Cannon!

What would this mixtape be, if I didn't get on the one beat

That everbody gets on? (I don't know, homie!)

You know I had to, dog... (STEPS BACK!)



You know the world's gone mad

When blacks wear plaid

And Mariah has married Nick Can-non (GET EM!)

Or when a boy from the burbs

Has the nerves to converge

On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (CANNON!)



Aww, God Damn-it,

That's the last straw, can't stand it

You all must be reprimanded

Spank that fan-ny, Man-ny

So uncanny, Ginobli flow left-handed



Yes, I am a fan of Da-kota Fanning,

And I Am Sam, out-standing!

My Sean Penn-manship is fan-cy,

Yeah, my rhe-to-ric is dan-dy

I circumvent my words (TRENDSETTER!)

And vent for the burbs,

I have emerged Ad Ven-ti,

Dos anos, vamos, pronto, let's go,

Her lip gloss tastes like can-dy



Got more jazz than Jerry Sloan,

Pizzazz and swagg alone,

I have a bigger head that that of Barry Bonds;

Y'all eat scraps, I eat (SALMON!)

With fresh fruit, covered in (DANNON!)

If Da Boy had a boy with Brad Pitt in Troy,

Then out from the loins, I'd be born;

If Jason Bourne was to record and join forces with Zack Morris,

They'd form my performance



Beats and rhymes fornicate, form greatness,

Like, "Let's face it... He's so amazing! "

Yeah, with Lasiks, he still can't ace my eye exam,

Naw, man, let's try again;

I've got lungs like Iron Man,

I hit the bong, while you must extend your dia-phragm

But, let's get higher, man;

I gotta a brand new strand that I got out in Ire-land

From a wild, frantic Irish-man,

Who said his name was (SHANNON!)



Higgins, Killians, and a pint of Guiness,

And I ain't gon stop 'till I'm finished;

'Till I learn Yiddish, or find a little kid who likes spinach

Can't nobody beat me in Quidditch

Not any widditch, spidditch, wits, I'm sick with' it,

Riddi-dick, my spit game is vicious



This is

Never did shit for my I'm-age;

College kid is where I found my niche, SNITCH!

Tell the whole world I'm the shit, Un-

Tell the whole world on my dick, then

Hell yeah, word, I'll be rich, and

I'll buy the whole world Sega Genesis

Spittin' lint to come,

Hell yeah, I got a (CANNON!)

See me on the streets, take a pick with yo' cannon

Then get it lami-nated, frame it, save it,

Cause in a couple days, I'll be famous

Then you can say, Holy Shit, there he is! That's the kid!

I forget what his name is... starts with an 'A', ends with a 'Sher'.

Bringing hip-hop into the burbs

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