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Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checksAnd pretty white cadillacs; and they was fly from the southSo check it out..[ced gee]My wicky wicky style is unbearable for this world and the planet boyI swing at the store, buy a lunch, play lacroixSupercat chasin rats, with chemicals at the bottomI'm givin gold with enzymes, connections i got emOne thing, two things, like ? blow caseyRecto and smekto, go get my boy luce (let's go!)Let's see babe grim and his exoskeletonHe's pitchin a fastball, you swing and you missBut seven times away clown, you're smellin the pissDrippin offa your forehead, rollin down to new mexicoYou're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexibleX-able, montreal exposHypodermic you turn it, you pick it up and you learn itNow you're chillin with zinc as it kicks with the sodiumPele came down just to sign some autographsHe laughed and he left, went to el segundoFor cheese and some bacon my philadelphia steak 'emI got a hole in my pants, i said, "asalaam alaikum"Got a new jacket was breakin out to the trainin campI danced and danced and danced and dancedAnd danced and danced and danced.. then i sat on the toilet!Letras de cancionesWrote a rhyme and then ordered, now i'm spinnin and winninGot the girlies up on it, cause i'm kickin and stickinFinger-poppin and lickin, can you do me a favorCan you go get the chicken - as you see we're a legionWhen we roll we're just easin, up to egypt and pakistanThere's never no treason, cause we're -- "treated with respect"Chorus: ultramagnetic mc'sTwo brothers with checks, yo that caddy is flySan francisco, harvey{repeat chorus 3x}[kool keith]Drivin from cooperstown, swingin like don hanRhythm x in the batter's boxThurman like munson, left while i swing rightAnd change courses and dialogueRegional atlanta, alabama savannahI kick a rhyme like a ball to indianaMissouri, kentucky, like dent, call me buckyRogers i'm nice, i float in space wildDr. smith, i'm dope, yo watch sparky lyleAs i throwback a spitball, my slider and check backThe stadium's packed rope, the people should get backAnd walk to the plate, yo jerry grody, pauseSwing swing swipe! i get mc's on my third strikeMy hot dog is done, i'm in the dugout, check itI know i wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads dropAnd many rappers get senileBack to the plate, see the catcher, pitcherYou in the audience man, you be the fanLike supercat, don don dadaI play the field in new york, and hit jamaicaLike giants i roll like san francisco, harveyNo time for rats with cats in bristol playinI'm makin moves.. yo man..{repeat chorus 4x}[ced gee]Yea yea yea yea yea yea yeahhhhh.."alright, you win, i'll take you to fair lanesJust turn off the heat! aowwwwwwwwawowwwwww!!"[kool keith]Ha ha ha ha hah![ced gee]Yo, now i'm stylin profilin troop like i'm rip-rarin cadillacWe got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah[kool keith]Pickin up, swingin that bat like joe morganCatchin that beat like ray fossey, oaklandCashin them checks up at the chemical[ced gee]We might cash em in oakland, san francisco whateverPick up honies in cleveland, with the game so damn clever[kool keith]As i roll like i'm charlie hough, kickin that ball downThe crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile[ced gee]So let's roll out and catch em, fire points by the parrishMake a record like this, as we drive through the city[kool keith]Ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-teeeeeee..[ced gee]Cause we're{repeat chorus 7x} From Letras Mania