Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dr. Kimble, artist - Step Brothers. Date of issue: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Dr. Kimble |
| 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 |