Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mums In The Garage, artist - Step Brothers. Date of issue: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Mums In The Garage |
| Members of the public are welcome to come to watch proceedings |
| (Where's the loot?) |
| It’s me |
| The cops are coming |
| (Where's the loot?) |
| Shut the fuck up! |
| I got it |
| The cops… the cops |
| Fuck you, you piece of shit |
| No! |
| Ah… |
| Take it outta here |
| Shut up, pussy! |
| Bring the car around |
| I’m comin for you now |
| Shut the fuck up! |
| I want the yen in the envelope, cookies from the Girl Scout |
| Them is whipped, spread wings, bring them furs out |
| Chew my food, spit it out into a bird’s mouth |
| It’s only one and I’m already on the 3rd house |
| Baby seizing upper side ‘cus I don’t wanna make it hot |
| Cus if they pull over doggie then I’m splittin like a fox |
| Into the forest, hide behind the trees, lit the orange |
| I got your honor under the armpit, I take the charges |
| Red roses, lay in wood boxes often |
| But the temperature outside the good doctor’s office |
| Turn my head, cough |
| Cus I’m smoking on a dead corpse |
| Leave you sleepin next to head horse |
| Spark the Rose Mary, I saw the pussy and it’s so hairy |
| Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy |
| I fuck it but I won’t marry |
| They catch me all over the map, getting throwed deadly |
| Ah |
| I mean would you wait? |
| You didn’t wait but you said you’d wait… I… |
| Listen to me, I’m not gonna raise my voice |
| My mom’s in the hospital, you know I promised Digsby |
| I want it more, not a dollar more, not a dollar less |
| Next week I promise it’s comin |
| Listen to me, fuck it! |
| Yo! |
| Straight out the garage, Al Bundy with no horse or carriage |
| Straight out the para-troopers parachuting over Paris |
| Straight out the charismatic, charisma |
| I call that vision, been ridden by a thick one, divorce and marriage |
| Beautiful view from out the terrace |
| While I was out recruiting the crew, another tail from the careless |
| Side of pocket, caught her staring, then knocked it out the park |
| Roger Maris, I shoot the fair warn, I shoot the sheriff |
| Not a dollar more and not a dollar less |
| Fuckin any day or time of night |
| Call her up, call me Jimmie Walker dynomite |
| The city stalker with a violent life, silent knife |
| Uptown of Scaper, this ain’t Harlem, this is solemn nights |
| A little crazy, he became a nuisance |
| Makin moves up out the west and got it off without a blueprint |
| The money talkin, shit keep it stirring |
| I’m 20−20 from my past life and live it reoccurring |
| Alright, go, press the fuckin gas, go! |
| Go go go |
| Okay okay, I’m goin, I’m goin |
| What are doin? |
| You fuckin moron! |
| I put the fuckin brake on, I thought… |
| I didn’t know we had… gonna… yea aha |
| Fuckin prick, you’re in a getaway car, you piece shit, go |
| Okay okay, Jesus, I’m goin |
| Light the fuckin gas, I said go! |
| Mad man, I rip up stages |
| Specialized in removing lips from faces |
| Type of animal only exist in cages |
| Boy I traveled over 7 seas to distant places |
| To retrieve exotic pets, karate chop the nipple of yo chest |
| Ring the alarm, this is not a test |
| Kashmir sweaters made for golfin |
| Lootin a coffin, high enough to communicate with a dolphin |
| Moron Olympics, toss midgets like a discus |
| Sweatsuit stitched by Ralph Lifshitz |
| Spiff lit, instantly I cook like this quick |
| Pump room rockin, I’m a bad brain misfit |
| Laughin while I’m dippin dash and Glock weapons |
| Big bully, foot grass, snuck on rap, I’m hot stepping with aggression |
| The minute that you driftin is direction |
| Bubble like indigestion on a rhythm section |
| Stealin the coffin, mums in the garage |