Caveman - Hammer Brothers lyrics

[Verse 1: Mikey Rocks] I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies What's up? This is us, politicking with the ladies And gentlemen, gentle when you brush past us I'm in the cut-- I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies What's up? This is us, politicking with the ladies And gentlemen, gentle when you brush past us I'm in the cutla** supreme and it attracts mad dust and smudges Appreciate it if you don't touch it And my cousin know n***as who be thuggin on a budget Like how you gon' be hood when your job is good? Your cheque come on time and if that ain't't rhyme Then I'ma hafta give these kids a whole 'nother a**ignment Check the flavour we kick, know it all like we majored in this But I ain't finish school (nope) In the interview, I tell the interviewer the truth like Back where I'm from, in the halls they would call me the skinny one But I been calling shots out 'fore I turn 21 21 black jack, black top 21 baby Shame that these n***as don't pay me [Hook: Mikey Rocks] People always wanna know where do I be at? Where I'm is, yo I'm on the porch chillin at the crib If you got a question about dope sh** What it is, let a n***a know tell me how you feel People think Phil put Jordan on the map Matter fact, them words ain't goin where I'm at And with that, everybody on the planet where you at? Just let your head bang like there's hammers in your hat [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] You my man, 50 grand and all But listen up, switch hands, go left with the ball Them crybabies got mad then I left with the ball Cause I be pulling off the dribble, rollin it wit-- You my man, 50 grand and all But listen up, switch hands, go left with the ball Them crybabies got mad then I left with the ball Cause I be pulling off the dribble, rollin it with the ball It don't grow on trees but I be picking it off Pulled the peel after that, it's the flick and the toss In the can or out the car window pumping up the volume Shorty in the grand am saying Chuck, what is y'all doin? Finna go bout to hit the store Either that or sail a boat rollin up another garcia Pull it over on Chuck maybe dog, I'll see ya You ain't heard? Me and Mike the bees knees around here Bees sting, the buzz hornet, wasp, beetles I'll be it And see it like a fly's eyes blinking five times in a row And I'm out, here I go, hear me out Chuck is dope, tell the pope Man what else you wanna know? [Hook]