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Step Brothers (Alchemist & Evidence) - Dr. Kimble

Texty amerických interpretov

20 Jan 2014, 13:49

    Produced By: The Alchemist

      [HOOK: EVIDENCE]
      We've got to move these refrigerators
      We've got to move these colored TV's
      We on the move, Step Brothers
      We moving in and we moving them trees

    [THE ALCHEMIST]
    99 bottles of beer, I break all of 'em
    Party, choose one of these bitches? I'll take all of 'em
    Before I pick up the dice, I shake all of 'em
    Money like leaves on trees, I rake all of 'em
    Shooters in disguise, you probably mistake all of 'em
    Put cookies on a sheet in the oven and bake all of 'em
    Till the bottom is crispy
    Great Gatsby on the Nautica it's flashy like a strobelight
    Royal Dynasty rag wrappin' the dome tight
    Locked in the middle of the crosses on my scope sight
    I wrap a bundle, know how to package the dope right
    You rodeo and can't even lasso the rope right
    You hear the sound of a drum if the envelope's light
    So when I come to pick up the paper make sure the note's right
    Handle dilemma, tunes familiar like the man from Ipanema
    Epidemic could spread from the epicenter

      [HOOK: EVIDENCE]
      We've got to move these refrigerators
      We've got to move these colored TV's
      We on the move, Step Brothers
      We moving in and we moving them trees

    [EVIDENCE]
    You ever notice how they welcome you, invite you to sit?
    It's like the rich keep waitin' to admire they shit
    If we ain't on the same page by now, it's never happening
    Coding all these messages is only for the passengers
    Coded for the massacre when it occurs
    I ain't condoning it, best believe I'm holding them furs for when it pops off
    Days wait, nights even longer, topped off the stress, trying to make it even stronger
    I'm out for this, betting chips, part of the rest
    Disrespect, pardon my left
    Gary Carter was a part of the Mets (Rest in Peace!)
    Pardon the cardigan and calling Yvette
    Your camaraderie is fake as fuck, hidden in politics
    Drowned in hearsay, said I'm on top of it
    Said I'm a profit rich and watch the rest go
    This ain't cut from a check this is cut from soul
    Cut from the dough, now let it go

      [HOOK: EVIDENCE]
      We've got to move these refrigerators
      We've got to move these colored TV's
      We on the move, Step Brothers
      We moving in and we moving them trees
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