Step Brothers - Mums In The Garage Lyrics
I want the yen in the envelope, cookies from the girl scoutThem is whipped, spread wings, bring them furs outChew my food, spit it out into a bird's mouthIt's only one and I'm already on the 3rd houseBaby seizing upper side 'cause I don't wanna make it hot'Cause if they pull me over, doggie, then I'm splitting like a foxInto the forest, hide behind the trees, lit the orangeI got your honor under the armpit, I take the chargesRed roses, lay in wood boxes oftenPark the ten porches outside the good doctor's officeTurn my head, cough 'cause I'm smoking on a dead corpseLeave you sleeping next to a head horseSpark the rose mary, I saw the ***** and it's so heavyTake the leather out the closet like a known fairyI ***** it but I won't marryThey catch me all over the map, getting throwed deadlyYo, straight out the garage, al bundy with no horse or carriageStraight out the paratroopers parachuting over parisStraight out the charismatic, charismaI call that vision, been ridden by a thick one, divorce and marriageBeautiful view from out the terraceWhile I was out recruiting the crew, another tail from the carelessSide of pocket, caught her staring, then knocked it out the parkRoger merris, I shoot the fair warn, I shoot the sheriffNot a dollar more and not a dollar less*****ing any day or time of nightCall her up, call me jimmi walker dynamiteThe city stalker with a violent life, silent knifeUptown of scaper, this ain't harlem, this is solemn nightsA little crazy, he became a nuisanceMaking moves up out the west and got it off without a blueprintThe money talking shit, keep it stirringI'm 20-20 from my past life and live it reoccurringMad man, I rip up stagesSpecialized in removing lips from facesType of animal only exist in cagesBoy, I traveled over seven seas to distant placesTo retrieve exotic pets, karate chop the nipple of your chestRing the alarm, this is not a testKashmir sweaters made for golfingLooting a coffin, high enough to communicate with a dolphinMoron olympics, toss midgets like a discusSweat some stitch but ralph lipchitzSpiff lit, instantly I cook like this quickPump room rocking, I'm a bad brain misfitLaughing while I'm dipping dash and glock weaponsBig bully, foot grass, snuck on rap, I'm hot stepping with aggressionThe minute that you drifting is directionBubble like indigestion on a rhythm sectionStealing the coffin, mums in the garage
