Artist: Asher Roth f/ Don Cannon Album: The Greenhouse Effect (A.K.A. The Greatest Mixtape Ever!) Song: Cannon Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Don 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? [Don 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 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 Guinness 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