Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks
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and pretty white Cadillacs; and they was fly from the South
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So check it out..
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[Ced Gee]
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My wicky wicky style is unbearable for this world and the planet boy
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I swing at the store, buy a lunch, play LaCroix
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Supercat chasin rats, with chemicals at the bottom
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I'm givin gold with enzymes, connections I got em
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One thing, two things, like ? blow Casey
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Recto and Smekto, go get my boy Luce (LET'S GO!)
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Let's see Babe Grim and his exoskeleton
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He's pitchin a fastball, you swing and you miss
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But seven times away clown, you're smellin the piss
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drippin offa your forehead, rollin down to New Mexico
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You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible
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X-able, Montreal Expos
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Hypodermic you turn it, you pick it up and you learn it
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Now you're chillin with zinc as it kicks with the sodium
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Pele came down just to sign some autographs
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He laughed and he left, went to El Segundo
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For cheese and some bacon my Philadelphia steak 'em
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I got a hole in my pants, I said, "Asalaam alaikum"
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Got a new jacket was breakin out to the trainin camp
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I danced and danced and danced and danced
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and danced and danced and danced.. then I sat on the toilet!
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Wrote a rhyme and then ordered, now I'm spinnin and winnin
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Got the girlies up on it, cause I'm kickin and stickin
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Finger-poppin and lickin, can you do me a favor
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Can you go get the chicken - as you see we're a legion
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When we roll we're just easin, up to Egypt and Pakistan
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There's never no treason, cause we're -- "treated with respect"
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Chorus: Ultramagnetic MC's
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Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
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San Francisco, Harvey
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{repeat chorus 3X}
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[Kool Keith]
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Drivin from Cooperstown, swingin like Don Han
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Rhythm X in the batter's box
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Thurman like Munson, left while I swing right
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and change courses and dialogue
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Regional Atlanta, Alabama Savannah
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I kick a rhyme like a ball to Indiana
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Missouri, Kentucky, like Dent, call me Bucky
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Rogers I'm nice, I float in space wild
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Dr. Smith, I'm dope, yo watch Sparky Lyle
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As I throwback a spitball, my slider and check back
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The stadium's packed rope, the people should get back
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and walk to the plate, yo Jerry Grody, pause
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Swing swing swipe! I get MC's on my third strike
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My hot dog is done, I'm in the dugout, check it
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I know I wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads drop
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and many rappers get senile
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Back to the plate, see the catcher, pitcher
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You in the audience man, you be the fan
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Like Supercat, Don Don Dada
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I play the field in New York, and hit Jamaica
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Like Giants I roll like San Francisco, Harvey
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No time for rats with cats in Bristol playin
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I'm makin moves.. yo man..
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{repeat chorus 4X}
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[Ced Gee]
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Yea yea yea yea yea yea yeahhhhh..
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"Alright, you win, I'll take you to Fair Lanes
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Just turn off the heat! Aowwwwwwwwawowwwwww!!"
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[Kool Keith]
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Ha ha ha ha hah!
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[Ced Gee]
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Yo, now I'm stylin profilin troop like I'm rip-rarin Cadillac
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We got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah
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[Kool Keith]
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Pickin up, swingin that bat like Joe Morgan
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Catchin that beat like Ray Fossey, Oakland
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Cashin them checks up at the Chemical
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[Ced Gee]
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We might cash em in Oakland, San Francisco whatever
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Pick up honies in Cleveland, with the game so damn clever
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[Kool Keith]
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As I roll like I'm Charlie Hough, kickin that ball down
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The crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile
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[Ced Gee]
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So let's roll out and catch em, fire points by the parrish
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Make a record like this, as we drive through the city
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[Kool Keith]
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Ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-teeeeeee..
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[Ced Gee]
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Cause we're
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{repeat chorus 7X}
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Two Brothers with Checks (San Francisco, Harvey)
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| Ultramagnetic MC's |
