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asher roth - pass the dutch lyrics

lets have some fun
what what whaddup whaddup whaddup
ash roth ash roth
ay yo whaddup?
….whaddup whaddup?
not the modest of most mouths,
but your style’s honestly gotten me grossed out,
don’t know how many c-cks were in your mouth,
and the copies of your alb-m you buying, they don’t count,
low brow talent is profound,
get my body to work,
it’s so stout,
no doubt organically grown is sold out,
my own sound’s made for a properly worn crown,
(oh wow)
yeah my language of all anguish,
it’s so strange it makes aliens learn english,
it’s so strange it’s like the pants on a lone ranger,
it’s so strange just like the cankles on bo jangles,
so dangerous,
ringo with mad rambo,
drink a handle of jaymo, it’s automatic tango,
whamslamming my ammo,
think i can light a candle,
been standing up on the bannister and landed on the mantle,
mickie, minnie,
spitting real potent,
kicking sh-t exquisite coz i’m sick of looking in,
and just incase you missed it i’mma rip this sh-t again,
so all the haters listening gotta listen to him again,
(awww, oh him again?)
mary-kate taught me s’n’m,
in the les, tell me h-ll yes let’s begin,
equestrian,
conquest to quest love,
to get drunk and guess what? request snug,
gut-shed, regrets less regrets none,
best bet is to get dressed and get some,

get some man,
it’s time to get outta bed,
we got alot,
c’mon, let’s go

a phenomenome is what would i be on?
doing shotty, rips a hotty chick while talking by the yawn,
got an awesome heart so i don’t need a bodyguard,
had some vince and bardien 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 and i’ve been blacklisted from the bar,
yup, and disregard the part about p-ssing in clinton’s yard,
i’m a track star and i’m fast and i’m pat star,
that has to grab a stash for crashing his dad’s car,
on par when the city has gone dark,
and ain’t selling tickets so visitor’s gon’ starve,
on guard,
kids wanted an encore,
avant guarde,
get b-tches on tour,
own star,
the commissioner’s 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 portions on the bora bora sh-r-s,
while the girls explore sorta like dora dora,
the more curls more curves are obviously more grown up,
yeah, but hold up,
won’t ever compromise,
even if it means the enemy then leave them {seriously, what does he say here??}
outta time, out of line, i’m out of limelight,
need it for my gin and tonic right before i rhyme,
(alright now i’m fine)
got my manager on hold,
get rid of all the styrofoam on the radio,
adios, party boy yeah, you gotta go,
me and the hot sh-t, we stake some party cold,
while i’m riding my exotic animal off the coast,
(weee)
giddyup, getting up with olivia,
with the pretty b-tt getting up before i give it up,
getting stuck thinking ’bout how imma finish up,
when there’s really no limit to how much,
i don’t give a f-ck,
for the love i’m only doing it just because,
with a little sense of humour it’ll loosen but who’s to judge?,
who’s to grudge? oh, who’s the last to touch,
man you ruining my groove,
move it and p-ss the dutch.

- asher roth lyrics

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