Oops - Asher Roth, D.A. Wallach

Caliente Poblano

Tabasco to the head

I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos

But I probably should go to bed

And you know that pops a model

But I ride with my mom instead

So I’ll probably be fine tomorrow

But tonight I’m better off dead

Gadzooks don’t catch dad in a bad mood

Act cool in a fat suit with a satchel

Rap root grass roots holy mackerel

Last rule’s stack loot with a cackle

It’s track two, pack fuel in a parachute

What you rather use yo, the mule or the pair of boots

Prepare the troops to lose, paraplegic

Parents get duped by loose pledge of allegiance

He’s pure genius, speech undefeated

Hold on to your seat, believe me you’re gonna need it

Neat shit but gee, I’d rather take a ski trip

Get sea sick when I deep sea fish so

Flea flicks speak with my priestess

Cause me and Lil B look a little Jesus

It’s ridic- what we do for free shit

Turn on your TV, I think you should see this 'cause

Caliente Poblano

Tabasco to the head

I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos

But I probably should go to bed

And you know that pops a model

But I ride with my mom instead

So I’ll probably be fine tomorrow

But tonight I’m better off dead

But tonight I’m better off dead

Jeez Rafiki don’t throw your feces

Please keep the peace eat a peach with the three piece

Speech never ceased, won’t leave til I three-peat

Be low-key smoking weed in dashikis

It’s me Speak Easy

Like Lykke Li but she might think I’m creepy

Three strikes yikes, need to tighten up the lead

I’m the nicest in the league but the hype thinks I peaked

It’s like yeah right, still sucking on a teat

When I be up on the beat, leave the seat up on you geeks

My martini up her knee, better suck it up and leave

Use a rubber when I hump her, double pump it up in peace

Don’t be such a dweeb cause I’m from another breed

Jeez cover when you sneeze, at least turn the other cheek

I fuckin' reek while at supper with my neice

But please don’t tell her mother, be in trouble for a week

Caliente Poblano

Tabasco to the head

I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos

But I probably should go to bed

And you know that pops a model

But I ride with my mom instead

So I’ll probably be fine tomorrow

But tonight I’m better off dead

Low blow bro super nice with the yo-yo

So-sos go to a show, say he dope though

Hoes go «hoooo» ever since I went solo

No more jokes though, gotta get the dough-dough

Blow home grown lawn mowing in Manolos

Bath robes and open toes, sip on cocoa

Mojo all on my home so no photos

Flow so woah, make the bros go homo

Toto and Scara Crowe drink Four Locos

And throw clothes to hoboes to jump pogo sticks

Oh shit yo, don’t forget the glow sticks

And red slippers cause I only need a couple toe clicks

No place like home though, I get nostalgic

Only cross the road so I can get some more chicks

No goal though, oh well duly noted

That’s the way it goes in the show biz, homie

I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos

Tabasco to my head

dance tomorrow

But I’m probably better off dead

Yeah I’m probably better off dead

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