Asher Roth, Kenny Keys, Hassani Kwess - Pabst & Jazz lyrics
[Asher Roth, Kenny Keys, Hassani Kwess - Pabst & Jazz lyrics]
Lackadaisical, Pabst 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, la semoule
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 Mossimo 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 sta-started
Up a cardio probably go unguarded if I
Could like I'm Secario
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 nonsense with the kids who
Try to box me in obviously never stop me on
My quest with Asanti
We Giovanni, Dolce and Gabbana
Don’t you wanna light up a
Fire on the vinyl thought
You needed a reminder, uh
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, rippin' it up
You stuck in the shack
God damn! Chill don't hate cause
You stuck on my sack
Nevertheless remaining a quest
That's reppin' 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
(it's a rap, it's a rap) haha
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, la semoule
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 Mossimo 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 sta-started
Up a cardio probably go unguarded if I
Could like I'm Secario
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 nonsense with the kids who
Try to box me in obviously never stop me on
My quest with Asanti
We Giovanni, Dolce and Gabbana
Don’t you wanna light up a
Fire on the vinyl thought
You needed a reminder, uh
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, rippin' it up
You stuck in the shack
God damn! Chill don't hate cause
You stuck on my sack
Nevertheless remaining a quest
That's reppin' 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
(it's a rap, it's a rap) haha