Sangtekst: Asher Roth. Roth Boys.

ASHER ROTH
[Aww...]

DJ CANNON:
You're about to witness a dynasty like no other! {CANNON!}
[And the..]
DJ CANNON:
This is history in the making!
[Aww...]
[And the winner is!]
SRC, Affiliates... Asher Roth! (THE CANNON!)


ASHER ROTH:
The Roth Boys in the building tonight, (Man!)
Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling nice
[DJ CANNON]:
[We did it again!]
If you only live once, then it's only one life [The Greenhouse Effect, Volume 1!] Then tonight, it might as well be the nite...{CANNON!}
[*Ahem*...Pardon Me] {STEPS BACK!}

ASHER ROTH:
[Aww...]
DJ CANNON:
I forgot to introduce myself. [And the winner is...]
I go by the name of the great Don Cannon! (Asher Roth, y'all...My Man.)
{CANNON!}

ASHER ROTH:
The Roth Boys in the building tonight, (HAHAHA!)
Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling nice (Mr. Money Machine and all that!)
If you only live once, then it's only one life (Back to back with DJ Drama!)
Then tonight, it might as well be the nite...(Mr. Thanksgiving!)

White boy on the beat, how surreal is that? (GOD)
I mean, for reallies, the illest, I hate to kill the cat (YEAH)
But I am curious, and they deserved it (DAMN!) {THE CANNON!}
So in flurries, I hit 'em with the fury fists
Fists of fury, yo, it's very, yo, I murder this
They star gazing like Copernicus, verdict is (GET EM!)
Not guil-ty, spit game so fil-thy
Cow-girls all wanna milk me (DAMN!)
Will be pissed if he knew all the chicks that I hit
Chicks meaning tracks, are you sick? (Sick)
Pig-headed de-mon and, yet a sea-man and free-man
Need to be at least a ten to get in,
You're en-ter-ing the Lion's Den (YEAH){CANNON}

Let it begin, may the best man win; (Alright!)
Jay passed on me for Pittsburg Slim,
but in the end, I am kicking it with Steve Rifkin; (Wuddup!)
Enough said; Well, except, \"Ay, yo Steve, do have enough bread?!\" (Yo, you good?)
Lek-Hay-em, that's more like it, (Hell yeah!)
But what do I know, I'm just a white kid; (Langley!)
And that's Langley, he my sidekick;
The girls cheer when we hear, yeah, they high kick; (Woo!)

And if it's ball, I beat Kirk Heinrich,
Jay hard beats, like it's my shit, my shot,
Shot-clock, non-stop, put it in they eye-sock
This is routine like an outfield high pop,
I eat my breakfast at I-HOP
Scotch on the rocks, look at me with they eyes cocked
Gosh, this is nuts, ain't nuthin I hopped seen in a-while {THE CANNON!}
This is wild, even I'm shocked
So damn good, didn't know that I could.
Feel a Ric Flair coming on, can I hear it? (WOO!) {THE CANNON!}

The Nature Boy in the building tonight, (That's right)
Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling nice; (Man)
You ain't even gotta bring your boyfriend out,
This the party of they year, we dancing on the couch; (We on the couch)
Let your hair down, baby, let it go;
Figga with Jigga, figga then figure mo',
Figure Jigga bitter, 'cause he didn't know
But when has a Jigga decision ever gone Gold? (I don't know, man...)

Let the trumpets blow,
Lo, and behold for those who don't know;
Ash Roth in the building tonight, (man)
Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling nice,
You ain't even gotta bring your boyfriend out,
We can turn the lights off and play, \"Who's in your mouth?\" (Who's in ya mouth!)

Shed a peace since I moved down South
To the \"A\", add a \"S\" to the \"H\" and we out...
(We in the SOUTH)
Yo, we bounce, laughing {CANNON}
Like, yes, that just happened, (Wow!)
Now that's what I call \"rapping\";

You half-ass cats, where's your hall-way pass?
You ain't allowed out, get back to class!
I'm kicking ass and taking names,
This is the same thing that happened on Renegade;
I came in and entertained, cause I ain't never afraid;
Stay on anything; Oh, I'm a be gettin' paid!
Obama for president, in two thousand and eight
(AY!)

The Roth Boys in the building tonight, (That's right!)
Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling nice;
If you only live once, then it's only one life
Then tonight, it might as well be the night. (Man)
It might as well be the night;
It might as well be the night; (Man)
It might as well be to-nite.

OUTRO:

Alright, that's it. I hate when rappers rap for like, five minutes;
I just...have an attention span of zero.

So bring those horns in, {CANNON}
and let the whole celebration mellow out,
and we'll take it to the next chapter.

Hottest verse of two thousand-thousand...

How long is that...?

Rapper of the year;
rapper of the decade;
and I ain't even a rapper...(YES, SIR!)