(Intro)
Yo, can we bum a cigarette?
Yeah, go ahead
Alright, you ready
(Verse 1 – Asher Roth)
I could be a Transformer
Out of order
On the corner selling porn, Jack
Thumb on my plumbs, I’m a real Jeff
Set, cut the check, wanna move to California
Married and divorced all up in the same summer
Susan Summers and the…hand warmer
Cam corder on, drive me home Land Rover
Aristocrat, beurocrat, diplomat
Listening to Juelz, it made me wanna rap
Now I’m on his track and these girls all on me
Telling me my perfume smells like clean laundry
Dog Bounty Hunter…his drier sheets too
Clean underwear got me feeling brand new like woo
(Chorus – Asher Roth)
Smells like laundry Fresh, smells like laundry
Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack
Smells like laundry Fresh
Smells like laundry Fresh, smells like laundry
Back when you was asking me to rap
And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack
(Verse 2)
Now they smell like Henny and some reggie in the sack
Jazz in the background, cigarette ashes
Ni**as spend money on spinners
Laundry detergent, expensive ass dinners
Ni**as used to buy Backwoods for the lil ones
It sound like Harlem Shake, I’ma kill em
Got-ta, got-ta, nah-nah Otis
I feel like Jigga in a Focus
Backpack with a twan sack they ain’t noticed
Cause out here you could smoke weed in the open
Don’t be a menace to church
And don’t ask how ni**as did work
Cause every time I got a stain on my shirt
I was coming out the mud like I was digging on dirt
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3)
All black looking like I’m up to something
I don’t give a f**k, I’m still mobbing on em
I might slide on em
Now the phone ringing, that’s the bi**h calling
She just hit a lick and I need it all
She was in the town, I was in the
Checked twenty bands then I killed the throat
I met a bad hipster bi**h
One thing that Larry hates is hating hoes
Smoke, bad bi**hes, stripping,
Now it’s two in the morning and the bi**h catting off
Smelling like fresh laundry when I’m on a bi**h couch
Hit my ni**a Chuck phone then I
Got a wammy in the kitchen, hundred thousand in the couch
Ni**a smelling like laundry
(Repeat Chorus)
