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Step Brothers (Alchemist & Evidence) - Mums in the Garage feat. Action Bronson
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Step Brothers
Step Brothers
Performer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Vocals
Evidence
Evidence
Vocals
Action Bronson
Action Bronson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Michael Taylor Perretta
Michael Taylor Perretta
Songwriter
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I want the yen in the envelope, cookies from the Girl Scout
Thin Mints, wind sprint whips, bring them furs out
Chew my food, spit it out into a bird's mouth
It's only one and I'm already on the third ounce
Baby seats in the Passat 'cause I don't wanna make it hot
'Cause if they pull me over, doggie, then I'm sprintin' like a fox
Into the forest, hide behind the trees, lit the orange
I got your honor under the armpit, I take the charges
Red roses lay on wood boxes often
Park the tan Porsche outside the good doctor's office
Turn my head, cough
'Cause I'm smokin' on a dead corpse
Leave you sleepin' next to head horse
Spark the rosemary, I saw the pussy and it's so hairy
Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy
I fuck it, but I won't marry
They catch me all over the map, gettin' throat daily
[Verse 2]
Yo, straight out the garage
Al Bundy with no horse or carriage
Straight out the paratroopers parachuting over Paris
Straight out the charismatic, charisma
I caught a vision being written by a thick one
Divorce and marriage
Beautiful view from out the terrace
While I was out recruiting the crew
Another tale from the careless
Side of pocket, caught her staring
Then knocked it out the park, Roger Maris
I shoot the fair one, I shoot the sheriff
Not a dollar more and not a dollar less
Fuckin' any day or time of night
Call her up, call me Jimmie Walker dy-no-mite
The city stalker with a violent life, silent knife
Uptown escape, but this ain't Harlem, this is solemn nights
A little crazy, he became a nuisance
Makin' moves up out the West
And got it off without a blueprint
The money talkin' shit, keep it stirrin'
I'm 20-20 from my past life and live it reoccurring
[Verse 3]
Mad man, I rip up stages
Specialized in removing lips from faces
Type of animal only exist in cages
Is why I traveled over seven seas to distant places
To retrieve exotic pets
Karate chop the nipple off your chest
Ring the alarm, this is not a test
Cashmere sweaters made for golfin', lootin' a coffin
High enough to communicate with a dolphin
Moron Olympics, toss midgets like a discus
Sweatsuit stitched by Ralph Lifshitz
Spiff lit, instantly, I cook like Bisquick
Pump room rockin', I'm a bad brain misfit
Laughin' while I'm dippin' dash and Glock weapons
Big bully, foot brass, knuckle rap
I'm hot steppin' with aggression
The minute that you drift in this direction
Bubble like indigestion on a rhythm section
Written by: Alan Maman, Ariyan Arslani, Michael Taylor Perretta

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