Eggs Florentine Lyrics - The Greenhouse Effect Vol. 2 - Asher Roth

Top dollar, holler if you got it 

Since the rottweiler, I been making solid head nodders 

Shiiit 

How 'bout it? Modest and methodic 

Would it be a problem that I never graduated college? 

Kiiid 

Ha! Got 'em. Kinda like Sada-dem 

They shot 'em, spot 'em, coming out the garden, with his momma, 

Kiiids 

Hippopotamus, pot I got is awesome 

Blossom 

Crossing the pollination of Ryan Gosling 

Beat and coughing, swimming with the dolphins 

Talking like I'm Mr. Marinate but that'd be jargon 

Use your noggin Bobby, this is my preorgative 

Ask if I'm the nicest and you'll get a bunch of bobbleheads 

Follow this, unexpected journey, on some hobbit shit 

All around the world, in your city bet I'm rockin' it 

Take a nice drop straight from Sucassin 

They gass my spass, breaka breaka sirchu blacka 

Knock around the block, kill a knicker bocker 

Spittin' realer hip-hop, but listen to Joe Cocker 

And hypocrisy, either you a sprinter or a jogger 

If it's ninth grade, kid you'd be locked inside your locker 

Yeah, knock knock, father of The Rock get me out of this 

You don't like the Roth you're a communist 

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Unrealistic flow, business-minded as aristocrats 

Hungry as (?) like gimme yo lunch remember that 

Niggas slang crack like the family can't get killed from that 

Think they ready for beef and never read nutrition facts 

College cut a nigga the price of all that tuition whack 

With a grand heel, like a nigga bringing The Pistols back 

And I'm right on target with topics, bringing precision back 

Everything you see artificial I'm bringing vision back 

That's on my honor, I'm giving you coke, more so than Tijuana 

She older than me but you buy her flowers I see you want her 

Don Juan a quarterback to all you pom pommers 

How you gon' harm a terminator you ain't John Connor 

Boy, I'm sorry that's just the writer in me 

Could also be that boiled blood line that's probably in me 

And if you like a bag and she with me that's probably Fendi 

But it was probably a gift and she gave it to me and missed it 

Keeping soul round me 

Photos 

Crack the window light the reefer, bro I need to vent 

Got some things up on my mental that I need to flip 

Seems I can't repent, now haunt me when I'm bent 

I felt like I'm a saint, so mama feel like I'm heaven sent 

And crispest thoughts that I deciphered into s 

Some days I'm feeling worthless, I know I got a purpose 

And I know I'm supposed to be here just trying to scratch the surface 

These songs will make utilizing the talent I was birthed with 

Missed from the purple haze fogging up my brain 

Bathin' Ape camo'd down like I'm Major Payne 

In London coolin' out high and up with James 

With a team of British ducks whilin' out like I'm Bombay 

Dog, I know about light 

Spent weeks out in Europe thrice times 

I mean what I say 

Who else do I need to persuade that I'm one of the illest niggas spittin' today 

Queens we in the building