Asher Roth - Goin Down lyrics

[Intro: Nottz] Nottz Raw, Ash Roth, Trav Barker You already know what it is Part two [Verse 1: Nottz] I'm bout to go cray and lose my mind like the whites in West Virgina Oh what wonderful world this is Now it's time to take a sh** on it Nottz Rawth, Ash Roth back with a new recruit One man on the drums, the lyrical man Trav Bark Had to blink a buck eighty-two times and sh** f** the Harry Potter books and the broomsticks This a** whoopin' is real but you still a nonbeliever I ain't gotta put hands on ya, just stand next to the speaker I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothing you can do to this Keep on doubting the boy then I beat your a** blue to this What the hell is that rancid smell? It's the Rawth again Back with your second serving of murder before We just advertising the starter just right before this meal You about to engulf stomach ulsers and all f**in' with big dog, you ain't got no balls Your sh**'s way too small, talking marble small s**as saying they boss, they employees at malls Nah, this ain't just talk, we get it on for the cause It's goin' down [Verse 2: Asher Roth] Yeah, Ash Roth,Trav Bark, Nottz Raw Supercalifragilistic-mystic Odyssey When Travis hits the crashing kick and Nottz is on the beat When Ash is spitting nasty [?] it makes it hard to breathe Masters of the craft, it's the last of a dying breed This Rawther is the part when Peter Parker crawls the wall up Or in Jaws when everybody screams, they seen a shark It takes some balls to put your faith within this ancient art Playing if you patient, if you brave enough like racing cars So get the Johnny Blaze straight up out the mason jar We taking off, so who's the greatest, what you based it on? We raising stakes and take your ladies to their favorite mall Buy 'em high heels then we drop 'em off and make 'em walk This ain't for fame or some silly kind of mating call Ain't playin' games slaying sayings since I'm ye tall It's rated R, all ages better stay sharp Those who paved the way would hate today, we came to lay the law We wish you Christmas or the Krishna couldn't fix the sh** They sent a prisoner on a infinite fishing trip We on a mission of making listeners give a sh** The system sounding different but the traditions indigenous So great googly-moogly this [?] Tuning for the newest, we could give a hoot what humans say So roll a doobie start the movie get the crew to tape Rawther number two, let the music play