Ultramagnetic MC's - Two Brothers With Checks (San Francisco, Harvey) lyrics

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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..

[Ced Gee]

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 ? blow Casey

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 'em

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"

[Chorus: Ultramagnetic MC's]

Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly

San Francisco, Harvey

[chorus x3]

[Kool Keith]

Drivin from Cooperstown, swingin like Don Han

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 Grody, 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..

[chorus x4]

[Ced Gee]

Yea yea yea yea yea yea yeahhhhh..

"Alright, you win, I'll take you to Fair Lanes

Just 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 Cadillac

We got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah

[Kool Keith]

Pickin up, swingin that bat like Joe Morgan

Catchin that beat like Ray Fossey, Oakland

Cashin them checks up at the Chemical

[Ced Gee]

We might cash em in Oakland, San Francisco whatever

Pick up honies in Cleveland, with the game so damn clever

[Kool Keith]

As I roll like I'm Charlie Hough, kickin that ball down

The crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile

[Ced Gee]

So let's roll out and catch em, fire points by the parrish

Make 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

[chorus x7]