Step Brothers - Dr. Kimble lyrics
[Step Brothers - Dr. Kimble lyrics]
We've got to move these refrigerators
We've got to move these color TV's
We on the move, Step Brothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
99 bottles of beer, I break all of 'em
Hard to 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
'Til the bottom is crispy
Great Gatsby reflector on the Nautica
It's flashy like a strobe light
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
We've got to move these refrigerators
We've got to move these color TV's
We on the move, Step Brothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
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
Decoding 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
We've got to move these refrigerators
We've got to move these color TV's
We on the move, Step Brothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
We've got to move these color TV's
We on the move, Step Brothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
99 bottles of beer, I break all of 'em
Hard to 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
'Til the bottom is crispy
Great Gatsby reflector on the Nautica
It's flashy like a strobe light
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
We've got to move these refrigerators
We've got to move these color TV's
We on the move, Step Brothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
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
Decoding 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
We've got to move these refrigerators
We've got to move these color TV's
We on the move, Step Brothers
We moving in and we moving them trees