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 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? DJ Cannon Alright... Now if you really feel like that, Keep going! I don't know what else to tell you, Go in! 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 Cannon (GET EM!) Or when a boy from the burbs Has the nerves to converge On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (CANNON!) Aww, God Damnit, That's the last straw, can't stand it You all must be reprimanded Spank that fanny, Manny So uncanny, Ginobli flow lefthanded Yes, I am a fan of Dakota Fanning, And I Am Sam, outstanding! My Sean Pennmanship is fancy, Yeah, my rhetoric is dandy I circumvent my words (TRENDSETTER!) And vent for the burbs, I have emerged Ad Venti, Dos anos, 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 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 diaphragm 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, Riddidick, my spit game is vicious This is Never did shit for my I'mage; 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 laminated, 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'.