Lyrics

Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks And pretty white Cadillacs; and they was fly from the South So check it out My wicky wicky style is unbearable for this world and the planet boy I swing at the store, buy a lunch, play LaCroix Supercat chasin' rats, with chemicals at the bottom I'm givin' gold with enzymes, connections I got 'em One thing, two things, like? blow Casey Recto and Smekto, go get my boy Luce (Let's go) Let's see Babe Grim and his exoskeleton He's pitchin' a fastball, you swing and you miss But seven times away clown, you're smellin' the piss Drippin' offa your forehead, rollin' down to New Mexico You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible X-able, Montreal Expos Hypodermic you turn it, you pick it up and you learn it Now you're chillin' with zinc as it kicks with the sodium Pele came down just to sign some autographs He laughed and he left, went to El Segundo For cheese and some bacon my Philadelphia steak 'em I got a hole in my pants, I said, "Asalaam alaikum" Got a new jacket was breakin' out to the trainin' camp I danced and danced and danced and danced And danced and danced and danced then I sat on the toilet Wrote a rhyme and then ordered, now I'm spinnin' and winnin' Got the girlies up on it, cause I'm kickin' and stickin' Finger-poppin' and lickin', can you do me a favor Can you go get the chicken, as you see we're a legion When we roll we're just easin', up to Egypt and Pakistan There's never no treason, 'cause we're, "Treated with respect" Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Drivin' from Cooperstown, swingin' like Don Han Rhythm X in the batter's box Thurman like Munson, left while I swing right And change courses and dialog Regional Atlanta, Alabama Savannah I kick a rhyme like a ball to Indiana Missouri, Kentucky, like Dent, call me Bucky Rogers I'm nice, I float in space wild Dr Smith, I'm dope, yo watch Sparky Lyle As I throwback a spitball, my slider and check back The stadium's packed rope, the people should get back And walk to the plate, yo Jerry Grody, pause Swing swing swipe I get MC's on my third strike My hot dog is done, I'm in the dugout, check it I know I wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads drop And many rappers get senile Back to the plate, see the catcher, pitcher You in the audience man, you be the fan Like Supercat, Don Don Dada I play the field in New York, and hit Jamaica Like Giants I roll like San Francisco, Harvey No time for rats with cats in Bristol playin' I'm makin' moves yo man Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah "Alright, you win, I'll take you to Fair Lanes Just turn off the heat Aow†Ha ha ha ha hah Yo, now I'm stylin' profilin' troop like I'm rip-rarin' Cadillac We got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah Pickin' up, swingin' that bat like Joe Morgan Catchin' that beat like Ray Fossey, Oakland Cashin' them checks up at the Chemical We might cash 'em in Oakland, San Francisco whatever Pick up honies in Cleveland, with the game so damn clever As I roll like I'm Charlie Hough, kickin' that ball down The crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile So let's roll out and catch 'em, fire points by the parrish Make a record like this, as we drive through the city City, city, city, citee 'Cause we're Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly San Francisco, Harvey
Writer(s): Keith Mathew Thornton, Cedric Ulmont Miller, Maurice Russell Smith, Trevor Don Randolph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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