[Don Cannon] Yall forgot about real rap Greenhouse Effect Vol. 2 Ash Roth, we back bitches [Verse 1] Yo, Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit Had the freakin fortitude to ask me if Im with it Are you with it? Well of course, yeah, Im sure, are you kidding I mean, its 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 wont have to wonder why Hit Atlantis in the spring, spend my summers out in Oz On that bawitdaba da bang da bang Man, its so strange, we all came from orangutans Now we got names, shiny things and blang a blangs Stay in your lane, young man, dont you change a thing We gonna get high if you wanna, its your birthday party Now I ride in Excursions and I call shotty Bang tat, slang slap, entertain with the brain rap Want it framed and engraved, you should arrange that Great Danes guard the strains and the rain stash Aint 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 Ash [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, ropeadope, 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 Thats the bell, beauty owned by Dru Hill Got them red shells ready and Im comin for the kill If that plan fails, well then shit, you front the bill If they drop me from the label, Ill resell 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 light skin is the same color as clam chowder Branch out, Ill splatter your grey matter When Im late for a date, drink tea with the Sane Hatter like [Hook] Pop radio Pop radio Pop radio Hear us comin, now they runnin for the door
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