ASher Roth - Pass That Dutch Lyrics
[Verse 1]I’m modest, the most mouseBut your style’s honestly gotten me grossed outDon't know how many a *****s run your mouthAnd the copies of your album you're buying, they don’t countLow-brow talent is profoundBrolic-y bro, yeah my body of work is so stoutNo doubt, organically grown, sold outWhen my own sound make for a properly worn crownYeah, my language it low languishIt’s so strange it makes aliens learn EnglishIt’s so strange just like the pants on the Lone RangerIt’s so strange just like the cankles on BojanglesSo dangerous, Ringo had met RamboDrank a handle of Jame, when we taught ‘em how to tangoWay I’m slinging my ammo, think I could light a candleWhen standing up on a banister and landing on a mantleMickey, Minnie, spitting RipertonI’m kicking shit exquisite cause I’m sick of looking inJust in case you missed it I’m gon’ rip this shit againSo all the haters listening gotta listen to him againMary Kate taught me S&M in the LESHell, he’d body, yes, let’s beginEquestrian, call a quest to QuestloveTo get drums, but guess what? Request snubbedGut check, regret less, regress noneBest bet is to get dressed and get some(Time to get out of bed man, gotta rock and roll… let's go!)[Verse 2]A phenomenon is what I be onDoin' shotty rips with hottie chicks and talking body armorGot an awesome arsenal, I don’t need a bodyguardWith some bits of (barti in him?) but I got a car alarm(Woop woop!)Time to make the party startYeah, but once we start the party, sorry kids, we party hardAlready barred, I’ve been blacklisted from the barYeah, but disregard the part about pissing in Clinton’s yardI’m a track star, I’m faster than Pat StarkThat has to grab a stash after crashin' his dad’s carOn par when the city has gone darkIt ain’t selling tickets, the visitors gon' starveEn garde, kids wanted an encoreBong guard, get *****es in on tourOnStar, the commissioners on boardWhen I asked for permission to ditch and he said sure (Yeah, sure)See y’all be going to warI’m ordering more Porsche’s on the Bora Bora shoreWhile the girls explore sorta like Dora DoraMore curls, more curves, obviously more grown upYeah but hold up, won’t ever compromiseEven if it means the end of me and leaves them outta…Outta time, outta line, I’m outta limelightNeed to poured my gin and tonic right before I rhymedGot my manager on holdGet rid of all the Styrofoam on the radioAdios batty boy, yo you gotta goMe and the hot shit, we stay symbolicalWhile I’m riding my exotic animal, I’m off your coast(Wheee!)Giddy up, getting up with Olivia with the pretty buttGet enough before I give it upGetting stuck, thinking ‘bout how I'mma finish upWhen there’s really no limit to how much I don’t give a *****For the love, I’m only doing this just becauseWith a little sense of humor to loosen but who's the judgeWho’s the rush? Aww, who was the last to touch?Man you ruining my groove, move it and pass the dutch
