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[DJ Cannon:] Holla At Me! [Asher Roth:] 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 Can-non 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 Can-non Or when a boy from the burbs Has the nerves to converge On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? [DJ Cannon:] Alright... Now if you really feel like that, Keep going! I don't know what else to tell you, Go in! Letras de canciones [Asher Roth:] 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 Can-non (GET EM!) Or when a boy from the burbs Has the nerves to converge On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (CANNON!) Aww, God Damn-it, That's the last straw, can't stand it You all must be reprimanded Spank that fan-ny, Man-ny So uncanny, Ginobli flow left-handed Yes, I am a fan of Da-kota Fanning, And I Am Sam, out-standing! My Sean Penn-manship is fan-cy, Yeah, my rhe-to-ric is dan-dy I circumvent my words (TRENDSETTER!) And vent for the burbs, I have emerged Ad Ven-ti, Dos anos, vamos, pronto, let's go, Her lip gloss tastes like can-dy Got more jazz than Jerry Sloan, Pizzazz and swagg alone, I have a bigger head that 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 Ire-land From a wild, frantic Irish-man, 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-dick, my spit game is vicious This is Never did shit for my I'm-age; College kid is where I found my niche, SNITCH! Tell the whole world I'm the shit, Un- Tell the whole world on my dick, then Hell yeah, word, I'll be rich, and I'll buy the whole world Sega Genesis Spittin' lint to come, Hell yeah, I got a (CANNON!) See me on the streets, take a pick with yo' cannon Then get it lami-nated, frame it, save it, Cause in a couple days, I'll be famous Then you can say, Holy Shit, 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 From Letras Mania