Tekst:
Roth Asher Asleep In The Bread Aisle

And it just keeps going And it just keeps... So I'm in the airport getting ready to leave Heading to a friends wedding in the NYC But my head has been

Yo we crusin, (yo we crusin') Yeah we crusin, (yeah we crusin') Yo we crusin' (yo we crusin') Down the streets (down the streets) I got the money, who

and teddy rockspins stirring up a ruckus egging all the houses smashing all the pumpkins suck-a-dick buttkiss chumps can't funk with the punk kids ash roth

(feat. Miguel) He leans back from his desk, Rubs the back of his neck, The stress takes effect. Grips the bridge of his nose, Squints while he's showing

are not someone else, someone else is someone else, you are you, it is you, You are you! Slick Rick an Asher is on this jam, Slick Rick an Asher is

Hilson:] Ain't lookin for no man, man, really just came to dance, dance, on the dance floor, know you wanna really really, I just came to party, party [Asher Roth

college, tell me what's the rule I'd like to know, what makes a rapper? It might be me, but I don't think it matters. [Chorus] My name's Asher (Hi Asher