Asher Roth Cannon Lyrics

Holla at me!

Yo, Cannon!
What would this mixtape be, if I didn't get on the one beat
That everbody gets on? (Dramatic!)
You know I had to, dog

You know the world's gone mad
When blacks wear plaid
And Mariah has married Nick Cannon
Or when a boy from the burbs
Has the nerves to converge
On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (The cannon!)

You know the world's gone mad
When blacks wear plaid
And Mariah has married Nick Cannon
Or when a boy from the burbs
Has the nerves to converge
On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (The cannon!)
Alright, now if you really feel like that, keep going!
I don't know what else to tell you, Go in!

Yo, Cannon!
What would this mixtape be, if I didn't get on the one beat
That everbody gets on? (I don't know, homie!)
You know I had to, dog (Steps back!)

You know the world's gone mad
When blacks wear plaid
And Mariah has married Nick Cannon (Get 'em!)
Or when a boy from the burbs
Has the nerves to converge
On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (Cannon!)

Aw, god damn it
That's the last straw, can't stand it
You all must be reprimanded
Spank that fanny, Manny
So uncanny, Ginobli flow left-handed

Yes, I am a fan of Dakota Fanning
And I Am Sam, outstanding!
My Sean Penn-manship is fancy
Yeah, my rhetoric is dandy
I circumvent my words
And vent for the burbs
I have emerged Ad Venti
Dos años, vamos, pronto, let's go
Her lip gloss tastes like candy

Got more jazz than Jerry Sloan
Pizzazz and swagg alone
I have a bigger head than that of Barry Bonds,
Y'all eat scraps, I eat (Salmon!)
With fresh fruit, covered in (Dannon!)
If Da Boy had a boy with Brad Pitt in Troy
Then out from the loins, I'd be born,
If Jason Bourne was to record and join forces with Zack Morris
They'd form my performance

Beats and rhymes fornicate, form greatness
Like, "Let's face it, "He's so amazing!"
Yeah, with Lasiks, he still can't ace my eye exam
Naw, man, let's try again,
I've got lungs like Iron Man
I hit the bong, while you must extend your dia-phragm
But, let's get higher, man,
I gotta a brand new strand that I got out in Ireland
From a wild, frantic Irishman
Who said his name was (Shannon!)

Higgins, Killians, and a pint of Guiness
And I ain't gon stop 'till I'm finished,
'Till I learn Yiddish, or find a little kid who likes spinach
Can't nobody beat me in Quidditch
Not any widditch, spidditch, wits, I'm sick with' it
Riddi-****, my spit game is vicious

This is
Never did **** for my image,
College kid is where I found my niche, snitch!
Tell the whole world I'm the ****, Un-
Tell the whole world on my ****, then
Hell yeah, word, I'll be rich, and
I'll buy the whole world Sega Genesis
Spittin' licks to come
Hell yeah, I got a (Cannon!)
See me on the streets, take a pic with yo' Canon
Then get it laminated, frame it, save it
'Cause in a couple days, I'll be famous

Then you can say, Holy ****, there he is! That's the kid!
I forget what his name is
starts with an 'A', ends with a 'Sher'
Bringing hip-hop into the burbs

Written by: Asher Paul Roth
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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