Step Brothers - Dr. Kimble lyrics

[Hook: Evidence] We've got to move these refrigerators We've got to move these colored TV's We on the move, Step Brothers We moving in and we moving them trees [Verse 1: Alchemist] 99 bottles of beer, I break all of 'em Party, choose one of these b**hes I'll take all of 'em Before I pick up the dice, I shake all of 'em Money like leaves on trees, I rake all of 'em Shooters in disguise, you probably mistake all of 'em Put cookies on a sheet in the oven and bake all of 'em Till the bottom is crispy Great Gatsby reflector on the Nautica it's flashy like a strobe light Royal Dynasty rag wrappin' the dome tight Locked in the middle of the crosses on my scope sight I wrap a bundle, know how to package the dope right You rodeo and can't even la**o the rope right You hear the sound of a drum if the envelope's light So when I come to pick up the paper make sure the note's right Handle dilemma, tunes familiar like the man from Ipanema Epidemic could spread from the epicenter [Hook] [Verse 2: Evidence] You ever notice how they welcome you, invite you to sit It's like the rich keep waitin' to admire they sh** If we ain't on the same page by now, it's never happening Decoding all these messages is only for the pa**engers Coded for the ma**acre when it occurs I ain't condoning it, best believe I'm holding them furs for when it pops off Days wait, nights even longer Topped off the stress, trying to make it even stronger I'm out for this, betting chips, part of the rest Disrespect, pardon my left Gary Carter was a part of the Mets (Rest in Peace) Pardon the cardigan and calling Yvette Your camaraderie is fake as f**, hidden in politics Drowned in hearsay, said I'm on top of it Said I'm a profit rich and watch the rest go This ain't cut from a check this is cut from soul Cut from the dough, now let it go [Hook]