Asher Roth - Pop Radio lyrics
[Asher Roth - Pop Radio lyrics]
Y'all forgot about real rap
Greenhouse Effect Vol 2
Ash Roth, we back bitches
Yo, Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit
Had the freakin' fortitude to ask
Me if I'm with it (Are you with it?)
Well of course, yeah, I'm sure
Are you kidding
I mean, it's 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 won't have to wonder why
Hit Atlantis in the spring
Spend my summers out in Oz
On that bawitdaba da bang da bang
Man, it's so strange
We all came from orangutans
Now we got names
Shiny things and blang a blangs
Stay in your lane, young man
Don't you change a thing
We gonna get high if you wanna
It's 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 ain't 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
Pop radio pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us comin', now they runnin' for the door
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, rope-a dope, 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
That's the bell, beauty owned by Dru Hill
Got them red shells ready and
I'm comin' for the kill
If that plan fails, well then shit
You front the bill
If they drop me from the label
I'll 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, I'll splatter your grey matter
When I'm late for a date
Drink tea with the Sane Hatter like
Pop radio pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us comin', now they runnin' for the door
Greenhouse Effect Vol 2
Ash Roth, we back bitches
Yo, Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit
Had the freakin' fortitude to ask
Me if I'm with it (Are you with it?)
Well of course, yeah, I'm sure
Are you kidding
I mean, it's 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 won't have to wonder why
Hit Atlantis in the spring
Spend my summers out in Oz
On that bawitdaba da bang da bang
Man, it's so strange
We all came from orangutans
Now we got names
Shiny things and blang a blangs
Stay in your lane, young man
Don't you change a thing
We gonna get high if you wanna
It's 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 ain't 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
Pop radio pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us comin', now they runnin' for the door
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, rope-a dope, 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
That's the bell, beauty owned by Dru Hill
Got them red shells ready and
I'm comin' for the kill
If that plan fails, well then shit
You front the bill
If they drop me from the label
I'll 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, I'll splatter your grey matter
When I'm late for a date
Drink tea with the Sane Hatter like
Pop radio pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us comin', now they runnin' for the door