Asher Roth - The Lounge lyrics

Johnny, get on the piano, let's do this
Thirty years in the business
What's up? What's up?
I want to welcome everybody to the Lounge
You know
You've heard of Rapper's Delight? Well
I'm delightful (Cannon)
I got my buddy Asher Roth with
Me, straight out of the Philadelphia, pA
Here's a little Ham 'N' Eggs
Coming right at you (The Cannon)

Yo, I got a question (What's that?)
What's a rapper look like? Is he
Tan? Is he black? White?
Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe?
Or more the cats that'll
Ride on the half-pipe?
Don't want to act like I
Know about the rap type
'Cause matter of fact I can't
Grasp who rap likes
With their cash do they stash for retirement?
Or go for finer things
Like rides and diamonds?

Yo, I got a question (What's that?)
What's a rapper look like? Is he
Tan? Is he black? White?
Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe?
Or more the cats that'll
Ride on the half-pipe?
Don't want to act like I
Know about the rap type
'Cause matter of fact I can't
Grasp who rap likes
With their cash do they stash for retirement?
Or go for finer things
Like rides and diamonds?
Another question (What's that?)
How do they dress?
Are they best cut threads or
Are they spend less?
I'm interested, it's caught my attention
Yo, does everybody in rap get arrested?
And with they sex, do they all have hoes?
Or do some have a girl that
They learn and they grow with?
I'd like to know, what makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't think it matters

What does he look like? Nobody knows
He's just a rapper in plain clothes
And when the curtain falls, after the show
Where does he go? Nobody knows

Yo, now it's your call, short, fat, or tall?
What if he's a she and not a he at all?
Or does a broad have to a be a C at least?
Or can it be decreased if she
Real up on the beat?
And is she realer if she
Raised in the street?
Or can they still feel her
If she raised in CT?
And if they spit do they have to have kids?
Or can they have a mom, a dad
And little sis? And in the morning do they
Have to have grit's?
Or can they favorite breakfast
Be eggs Benedict?
It makes me think, is there a rapping type?
And if so, yo, what's a rapper like?
And do they sell drugs, or go to school?
Cocaine or college, tell me what's the rule
I'd like to know, what makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't think it matters

What does he look like? Nobody knows
He's just a rapper in plain clothes
And when the curtain falls, after the show
Where does he go? Nobody knows

My name's Asher (Hi, Asher)
And those who care to ask
I tell them I'm a rapper (A rapper)
But, I don't look like it, not one bit
I'm short and thin with some pale-ass skin
(That's right)
Got one girlfriend and I love her
With two sisters, a father, and a mother
I guess I'm different, like no other
But, you can't judge a book by it's cover
I write about what I feel, see, live
My boys like to say I'm the realist it gets
Sometimes I feel like Boston gets
Maybe flip the script on some ROY-G-BIV
Whatever the mood, no matter what I listen to
I always do me, never do you
I'd like to know, what makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't think it matters

What does he look like? Nobody knows
He's just a rapper in plain clothes
(Johnny, I'm loving that piano)
And when the curtain falls, after the show
Where does he go? Nobody knows
Oh yeah, once again this is Pete Rockwell
Asher Roth the Leopard Lounge, everyone
In the back room
Gets a little pep in your step
As the homies say, "This thing is jamming"
Pour me another Scotch, Margot
I'm just loving this right now
Thirty years in the business
Still banging out the hit's
This is Pete Rockwell, baby, Asher Roth
Signing off