Asher Roth - Pass That Dutch lyrics

Let's have some fun
What-what-what up-what up
Ash Roth, Ash Roth, ayo what up?
What up? What up? Yo, uh, yeah

More modest than most mouse
But, your style’s honestly gotten
Me grossed out
Don't know how many a cocks run your mouth
And the copies of your album you're buying
They don’t count low-brow talent is profound
Brolic-y bro
Yeah my body of work is so stout
No doubt, organically grown, sold out
When my own sound make for
A properly worn crown
Yeah, my language it low languish
It’s so strange it makes aliens learn English
It’s so strange just like the
Pants on the Lone Ranger
It’s so strange just like


The cankles on Bojangles
So dangerous, Ringo had met Rambo
Drank a handle of Jame
When we taught ‘em how to tango
Way I’m slinging my ammo
Think I could light a candle
When standing up on a banister
And landing on a mantle
Mickey, Minnie, spitting Riperton
I’m kicking shit exquisite cause I’m
Sick of looking in
Just in case you missed it I’m
Gon’ rip this shit again
So all the haters listening gotta
Listen to him again
Mary Kate taught me S&M in the LES
Hell, he’d body, yes, let’s begin
Equestrian, call a quest to Questlove
To get drums, but guess what? Request snubbed
Gut check, regret less, regress none
Best bet is to get dressed and get some

Time to get out of bed man
We gotta rock and roll, let's go

A phenomenon is what I be on
Doin' shotty rips with hottie chicks
And talking body armor
Got an awesome arsenal
I don’t need a bodyguard
With some Vince Lombardi in him
But I got a car alarm (Woop woop)
Time to make the party start
Yeah, but once we start
The party, sorry kids, we party hard
Already barred
I’ve been blacklisted from the bar
Yeah, but disregard the part about
Pissing in Clinton’s yard
I’m a track star, I’m faster than Pat Stark
That has to grab a stash
After crashin' his dad’s car
On par when the city has gone dark
It ain’t selling tickets
The visitors gon' starve
En garde, kids wanted an encore
Avante-garde, get bitches in on tour
OnStar, the commissioners on board
When I asked for permission to
Ditch and he said "Sure" (yeah, sure)
See y’all be going to war
I’m ordering more Porsches on
The Bora Bora shore
While the girls explore sorta like Dora Dora
More curls, more curves
Obviously more grown up
Yeah but hold up, won’t ever compromise
Even if it means the end of
Me and leaves them outta
Outta time, outta line, I’m outta limelight
Need to pour my gin and
Tonic right before I rhyme
Got my manager on hold
Get rid of all the Styrofoam on the radio
Adios batty boy, yo you gotta go
Me and the hot shit, we stay simpatico
While I’m riding my exotic animal
Amalfi coast (Wheee)
Giddy up
Getting up with Olivia with the pretty butt
Get enough before I give it up
Getting stuck
Thinking ‘bout how I'mma finish up
When there’s really no limit to how
Much I don’t give a fuck for the love
I’m only doing this just because
With a little sense of humor to loosen
But who's the judge? Who’s the rush? Aww
Who was the last to touch?
Man you ruining my groove
Move it and pass the dutch

Man, pass the dutch
Come on man, pass that fuckin' dutch
You've been holding it forever and I
Told a dumbass story nothing
Fuckin' cankles on Bojangles
Who the fuck is Pat Stark man
No one knows who Pat Stark is
What up Mary Kate?