Pass That Dutch Lyrics - The Greenhouse Effect Vol. 2 - Asher Roth

I'm modest, the most mouse 

But your style's honestly gotten me grossed out 

Don't know how many a cocks run your mouth 

And the copies of your album you're buying, they don't count 

Low-brow talent is profound 

Brolic-y bro, yeah my body of work is so stout 

No doubt, organically grown, sold out 

When my own sound make for a properly worn crown 

Yeah, my language it low languish 

It's so strange it makes aliens learn English 

It's so strange just like the pants on the Lone Ranger 

It's so strange just like the cankles on Bojangles 

So dangerous, Ringo had met Rambo 

Drank a handle of Jame, when we taught 'em how to tango 

Way I'm slinging my ammo, think I could light a candle 

When standing up on a banister and landing on a mantle 

Mickey, Minnie, spitting Riperton 

I'm kicking shit exquisite cause I'm sick of looking in 

Just in case you missed it I'm gon' rip this shit again 

So all the haters listening gotta listen to him again 

Mary Kate taught me S&M in the LES 

Hell, he'd body, yes, let's begin 

Equestrian, call a quest to Questlove 

To get drums, but guess what? Request snubbed 

Gut check, regret less, regress none 

Best bet is to get dressed and get some 

(Time to get out of bed man, gotta rock and roll... let's go!) 

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A phenomenon is what I be on 

Doin' shotty rips with hottie chicks and talking body armor 

Got an awesome arsenal, I don't need a bodyguard 

With some bits of (barti in him?) 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, I've been blacklisted from the bar 

Yeah, but disregard the part about pissing in Clinton's yard 

I'm a track star, I'm faster than Pat Stark 

That has to grab a stash after crashin' his dad's car 

On par when the city has gone dark 

It ain't selling tickets, the visitors gon' starve 

En garde, kids wanted an encore 

Bong guard, get bitches in on tour 

OnStar, the commissioners 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 Porsche's on the Bora Bora shore 

While the girls explore sorta like Dora Dora 

More curls, more curves, obviously more grown up 

Yeah but hold up, won't ever compromise 

Even if it means the end of me and leaves them outta... 

Outta time, outta line, I'm outta limelight 

Need to poured my gin and tonic right before I rhymed 

Got my manager on hold 

Get rid of all the Styrofoam on the radio 

Adios batty boy, yo you gotta go 

Me and the hot shit, we stay symbolical 

While I'm riding my exotic animal, Amalfi coast 

(Wheee!) 

Giddy up, getting up with Olivia with the pretty butt 

Get enough before I give it up 

Getting stuck, thinking 'bout how I'm a finish up 

When there's really no limit to how much I don't give a fuck 

For the love, I'm only doing this just because 

With a little sense of humor to loosen but who's the judge 

Who's the rush? Aww, who was the last to touch? 

Man you ruining my groove, move it and pass the dutch 

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