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asher roth – cannon lyrics

[don cannon:]
holla at me!

[asher roth:]
yo, cannon!
what would this mixtape be, if i didn’t get on the one beat
that everbody gets on? (dramatic!)
you know i had to, dog…

you know the world’s gone mad
when blacks wear plaid
and mariah has married nick can-non
or when a boy from the burbs
has the nerves to converge
on a mixtape with dj cannon? (the cannon!)

you know the world’s gone mad
when blacks wear plaid
and mariah has married nick can-non
or when a boy from the burbs
has the nerves to converge
on a mixtape with dj cannon?

[don cannon:]
alright… now if you really feel like that, keep going!
i don’t know what else to tell you, go in!

[asher roth:]
yo, cannon!
what would this mixtape be, if i didn’t get on the one beat
that everbody gets on? (i don’t know, homie!)
you know i had to, dog… (steps back!)

you know the world’s gone mad
when blacks wear plaid
and mariah has married nick can-non (get em!)
or when a boy from the burbs
has the nerves to converge
on a mixtape with dj cannon? (cannon!)

aww, god d-mn-it,
that’s the last straw, can’t stand it
you all must be reprimanded
spank that fan-ny, man-ny
so uncanny, gin-bli flow left-handed

yes, i am a fan of da-kota fanning,
and i am sam, out-standing!
my sean penn-manship is fan-cy,
yeah, my rhe-to-ric is dan-dy
i circ-mvent my words (trendsetter!)
and vent for the burbs,
i have emerged ad ven-ti,
dos anos, vamos, pr-nto, let’s go,
her lip gloss tastes like can-dy

got more jazz than jerry sloan,
pizzazz and swagg alone,
i have a bigger head that that of barry bonds;
y’all eat scr-ps, i eat (salmon!)
with fresh fruit, covered in (dannon!)
if da boy had a boy with brad pitt in troy,
then out from the loins, i’d be born;
if jason bourne was to record and join forces with zack morris,
they’d form my performance

beats and rhymes fornicate, form greatness,
like, “let’s face it… he’s so amazing! ”
yeah, with lasiks, he still can’t ace my eye exam,
naw, man, let’s try again;
i’ve got lungs like iron man,
i hit the bong, while you must extend your dia-phragm
but, let’s get higher, man;
i gotta a brand new strand that i got out in ire-land
from a wild, frantic irish-man,
who said his name was (shannon!)

higgins, killians, and a pint of guiness,
and i ain’t gon stop ’till i’m finished;
’till i learn yiddish, or find a little kid who likes spinach
can’t n-body beat me in quidditch
not any widditch, spidditch, wits, i’m sick with’ it,
riddi-d-ck, my spit game is vicious

this is
never did sh-t for my i’m-age;
college kid is where i found my niche, snitch!
tell the whole world i’m the sh-t, un-
tell the whole world on my d-ck, then
h-ll yeah, word, i’ll be rich, and
i’ll buy the whole world sega genesis
spittin’ lint to come,
h-ll yeah, i got a (cannon!)
see me on the streets, take a pick with yo’ cannon
then get it lami-nated, frame it, save it,
cause in a couple days, i’ll be famous

then you can say, holy sh-t, there he is! that’s the kid!
i forget what his name is… starts with an ‘a’, ends with a ‘sher’.
bringing hip-hop into the burbs

- asher roth lyrics

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