Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Brothers With Checks (San Francisco Harvey), artist - Ultramagnetic MC's.
Date of issue: 17.05.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Two Brothers With Checks (San Francisco Harvey) |
Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks |
And pretty white Cadillacs; |
and they was fly from the South |
So check it out. |
My wicky wicky style is unbearable for this world and the planet boy |
I swing at the store, buy a lunch, play LaCroix |
Supercat chasin rats, with chemicals at the bottom |
I’m givin gold with enzymes, connections I got em |
One thing, two things, like Father Mulcahy |
Recto and Smekto, go get my boy Luce (LET'S GO!) |
Let’s see Babe Grim and his exoskeleton |
He’s pitchin a fastball, you swing and you miss |
But seven times away clown, you’re smellin the piss |
Drippin offa your forehead, rollin down to New Mexico |
You’re caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible |
X-able, Montreal Expos |
Hypodermic you turn it, you pick it up and you learn it |
Now you’re chillin with zinc as it kicks with the sodium |
Pele came down just to sign some autographs |
He laughed and he left, went to El Segundo |
For cheese and some bacon my Philadelphia steak-umm |
I got a hole in my pants, I said, «Asalaam alaikum» |
Got a new jacket was breakin out to the trainin camp |
I danced and danced and danced and danced |
And danced and danced and danced. |
then I sat on the toilet! |
Wrote a rhyme and then ordered, now I’m spinnin and winnin |
Got the girlies up on it, 'cause I’m kickin and stickin |
Finger-poppin and lickin, can you do me a favor |
Can you go get the chicken—as you see we’re a legion |
When we roll we’re just easin', up to Egypt and Pakistan |
There’s never no treason, 'cause we’re—"treated with respect" |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Drivin' from Cooperstown, swingin' like Don Hahn |
Rhythm X in the batter’s box |
Thurman like Munson, left while I swing right |
And change courses and dialogue |
Regional Atlanta, Alabama Savannah |
I kick a rhyme like a ball to Indiana |
Missouri, Kentucky, like Dent, call me Bucky |
Rogers I’m nice, I float in space wild |
Dr. Smith, I’m dope, yo watch Sparky Lyle |
As I throwback a spitball, my slider and check back |
The stadium’s packed rope, the people should get back |
And walk to the plate, yo Jerry Grote, pause |
Swing swing swipe! |
I get MC’s on my third strike |
My hot dog is done, I’m in the dugout, check it |
I know I wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads drop |
And many rappers get senile |
Back to the plate, see the catcher, pitcher |
You in the audience man, you be the fan |
Like Supercat, Don Don Dada |
I play the field in New York, and hit Jamaica |
Like Giants I roll like San Francisco, Harvey |
No time for rats with cats in Bristol playin |
I’m makin moves. |
yo man. |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaahhhhhhhh |
«Alright, you win—I'll take you to Fair Lanes |
Just—turn off the heat! |
Aoww-ohhh-oh!» |
Ha ha ha ha hah! |
Yo, now I’m stylin profilin troop like I’m rip-rarin Cadillac |
We got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah |
Pickin up, swingin that bat like Joe Morgan |
Catchin that beat like Ray Fosse, Oakland |
Cashin them checks up at the Chemical |
We might cash em in Oakland, San Francisco whatever |
Pick up honies in Cleveland, with the game so damn clever |
As I roll like I’m Charlie Hough, kickin that ball down |
The crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile |
So let’s roll out and catch em, fire points by the parrish |
Make a record like this, as we drive through the city |
City, city, city, cityyy! |
'Cause we’re— |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco, Harvey |
Two brothers with check, yo, that Caddy is fly |
San Francisco |