[Intro: DJ Wreckineyez Scratches & Asher Roth]
Wreckineyez!
You better recognize
Wreckineyez!
You better recognize
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fantastic
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fan-
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fantastic
Ash spittin' lip is similar to hittin' Badminton
Kill him if they sittin' on my shuttle car galactic
Last pick, gym class, homie, you were that kid
Big backpack and with overload on chapstick
Ask Chris (Chris), you was low on your potassium
Asthma attack every time you ran track
And then, rode the bus, in the front
You sat alone when eating lunch (what?)
And made sure retainers in container
Made your braces even straighter than the way he would debate
And his first date was in 11th grade
With Mindy Shu-Wang of the foreign exchange
Cause' he was the only one that could speak her language
"Trade you rice pudding for a PB sandwich"
(Chris) What was his name? (Who?)
Starts with an A, a blonde kid, and I think he's a jew
But anyway, nowadays, yo that muthafuckas' famous
Rappin', grinds Toni Braxton in Vegas
Got a side of curly fries and a milkshake
Fell asleep inside a bread aisle with a mixtape
Who ever let that guy in made a mistake
'Cause he's gonna' try to slide inside every miss state
Miss Maine, miss Massin, misses Minesota
Even if you got a man you know I don't give one Iota
Yeah, I know that Idaho Iowa anotha hundered
Told Montana that I'd call her back
Maryland i'm comin'
'Cause I'm runin' cross the country from one sun up to one sun in
Yeah I been lovin' hunnies ever since I used some sunnin
Now sonnin' little youngins' even though I'm still one
If you see me in your neighborhood, better grab ya buns
Tighten up that ass fast ash gettin' mad ass
Last to admit little dick with a fat sack
Bad bitch is defenished by a fat back
Slappin' the sack, bring it back lemme' bat that
Wreckineyez!
You better recognize
Wreckineyez!
You better recognize
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fantastic
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fan-
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it
Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fantastic
Ash spittin' lip is similar to hittin' Badminton
Kill him if they sittin' on my shuttle car galactic
Last pick, gym class, homie, you were that kid
Big backpack and with overload on chapstick
Ask Chris (Chris), you was low on your potassium
Asthma attack every time you ran track
And then, rode the bus, in the front
You sat alone when eating lunch (what?)
And made sure retainers in container
Made your braces even straighter than the way he would debate
And his first date was in 11th grade
With Mindy Shu-Wang of the foreign exchange
Cause' he was the only one that could speak her language
"Trade you rice pudding for a PB sandwich"
(Chris) What was his name? (Who?)
Starts with an A, a blonde kid, and I think he's a jew
But anyway, nowadays, yo that muthafuckas' famous
Rappin', grinds Toni Braxton in Vegas
Got a side of curly fries and a milkshake
Fell asleep inside a bread aisle with a mixtape
Who ever let that guy in made a mistake
'Cause he's gonna' try to slide inside every miss state
Miss Maine, miss Massin, misses Minesota
Even if you got a man you know I don't give one Iota
Yeah, I know that Idaho Iowa anotha hundered
Told Montana that I'd call her back
Maryland i'm comin'
'Cause I'm runin' cross the country from one sun up to one sun in
Yeah I been lovin' hunnies ever since I used some sunnin
Now sonnin' little youngins' even though I'm still one
If you see me in your neighborhood, better grab ya buns
Tighten up that ass fast ash gettin' mad ass
Last to admit little dick with a fat sack
Bad bitch is defenished by a fat back
Slappin' the sack, bring it back lemme' bat that
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