Step Brothers - Burnt Tree lyrics
[Step Brothers - Burnt Tree lyrics]
Ayo rubba dubba dub
It’s two Bees in a Bucket
Drink from a dirty Thermos and
Swing like Kirby Puckett out the box
Coming from the Boondocks like Uncle Ruckus
Get smacked where the sun don’t
Shine right on the tookusss
I'm in a wood grain, dope in a cutlass
Blowing out a cloud
Look like smoke from a muffler
I'm in the house
All up in the walls and the structure
Arms waving in a "W" shape like a conductor
Certified suit's and leather chukkas
Tell these hoes after the show
To let em suck us without a cup
Make them drink straight from the faucet
I stand
Drawn linе in the sand - dare you to cross it
Howdy, this town ain't big
Enough both to profit i blow likе a chisel
The product I boat dock it
Catch you on the deck of a yacht
Get thrown off it
Finish the destruction on sight
Then close off it
When I was 12 I realized I would die
I sat up in my bed all night and cried
And when I woke the next day, seen the pain
It all faded
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
One for the mic, two for the MP
Cutting off the light but keeping on the beat
I serve channels while I'm
Walking on the street
Logged on while I'm walking
On the hard concrete
Ayo, Cali get the money
Snitches get the ditches
Never sunny, never puddles under bridges
These dudes is bitches
Drinking LA river water, hitting switches
In the whip considered classic
Give the foreign to the Mrs two birds shot
Wash my hands while I do the dishes
Chucking pennies, making wishes
Right through the fishes
On my business so it's good to have an alias
And still fucking high from doing
Dabs on Ancient Aliens
God bless the rain down in Africa
If you refute this fact
They can't laugh at ya
Freezing life, I been speeding up my aperture
Believe the hype that's from the
Pilot to the passenger
It’s two Bees in a Bucket
Drink from a dirty Thermos and
Swing like Kirby Puckett out the box
Coming from the Boondocks like Uncle Ruckus
Get smacked where the sun don’t
Shine right on the tookusss
I'm in a wood grain, dope in a cutlass
Blowing out a cloud
Look like smoke from a muffler
I'm in the house
All up in the walls and the structure
Arms waving in a "W" shape like a conductor
Certified suit's and leather chukkas
Tell these hoes after the show
To let em suck us without a cup
Make them drink straight from the faucet
I stand
Drawn linе in the sand - dare you to cross it
Howdy, this town ain't big
Enough both to profit i blow likе a chisel
The product I boat dock it
Catch you on the deck of a yacht
Get thrown off it
Finish the destruction on sight
Then close off it
When I was 12 I realized I would die
I sat up in my bed all night and cried
And when I woke the next day, seen the pain
It all faded
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
One for the mic, two for the MP
Cutting off the light but keeping on the beat
I serve channels while I'm
Walking on the street
Logged on while I'm walking
On the hard concrete
Ayo, Cali get the money
Snitches get the ditches
Never sunny, never puddles under bridges
These dudes is bitches
Drinking LA river water, hitting switches
In the whip considered classic
Give the foreign to the Mrs two birds shot
Wash my hands while I do the dishes
Chucking pennies, making wishes
Right through the fishes
On my business so it's good to have an alias
And still fucking high from doing
Dabs on Ancient Aliens
God bless the rain down in Africa
If you refute this fact
They can't laugh at ya
Freezing life, I been speeding up my aperture
Believe the hype that's from the
Pilot to the passenger