Pop Radio Lyrics - The Greenhouse Effect Vol. 2 - Asher Roth

Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit 

Had the freakin' fortitude to ask me if I'm with it 

(Are you with it?) 

Well of course, yeah, I'm sure, are you kidding 

I mean, it's only fitting, shit, I do it for a living 

When you sing a song in sixpence, pocket full of rye 

Mr. Breadwinner, take a slice of humble pie 

Sit on down and listen, you won't have to wonder why 

Hit Atlantis in the spring, spend my summers out in Oz 

On that bawitdaba da bang da bang 

Man, it's so strange, we all came from orangutans 

Now we got names, shiny things and blang a blangs 

Stay in your lane, young man, don't you change a thing 

We gonna get high if you wanna, it's your birthday party 

Now I ride in Excursions and I call shotty 

Bang tat, slang slap, entertain with the brain rap 

Wanted new frames and engraved, you should arrange that 

Great Danes guard the strains and the rain stash 

Ain't playin' games, paid in cash with the grain stack 

Stay black, wait, let me rephrase that 

Give it to you straight, never stray, let 'em play that 

Hear us comin', now they runnin' for the door 

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Lock, stock, two barrels, smokin' a stogie 

You call it a sub, my homies call it a hoagie 

Turn around like we just did the Hokey Pokey 

Low key flow, rope-a-dope, keep it grown, Steve Aoki 

I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel 

Jeez, at least release the beats with Pharrell 

I mean, for real, you just peace and leave your cell 

Took the keys from Alicia, even Beast kiss and tell 

That's the bell, beauty owned by Drew Hill 

Got them red shells ready and I'm comin' for the kill 

If that plan fails, well then shit, you front the bill 

If they drop me from the label, I'll be? for a mil 

Skills, never leavin' home without 'em 

Lost them in the couch, looked around, and then I found them 

Make your momma proud, make your father even prouder 

Play the newest Roth, make the volume even louder 

Like, at the pool, all the kids will call me Powder 

Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder 

Branch out, I'll splatter your grey matter 

When I'm late for a date 

Drink tea with the Sane Hatter 

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