Ced Gee - Two Brothers with Checks (San Francisco, Harvey) lyrics

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 Father Mulcahy 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-umm 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 {repeat chorus 3X} [Kool Keith] Drivin from Cooperstown, swingin like Don Hahn 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 Grote, 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.. {repeat chorus 4X} [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 Fosse, 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 {repeat chorus 7X}