Minnesota Fats The Alchemist (Ft. Action Bronson & Big Body Bes)
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[Intro: The Alchemist]
Doctor
(Hold on, hold up)
El Doctor, what the fuck? (Yeah, this that)
El Chemico (Ah, shit)
What's goin' on?
Rev the engines up (What's goin' on?)
Come on (What the fuck is goin' on?)
Ayo, check it (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Two Dukes of Hazzard getting pissy drunk (Woo)
Hanging out the moonroof with a magnum, got on Stewie's pampers
Tell the concierge which rooms to send the Louis baggage
Lay your hand on the money, that shit exploded, I booby-trapped it
Me and my duke back in the room rappin', I'm talkin', who's askin'? (Yes)
I'm moonwalkin', movin' backwards in a smooth fashion
On the record, I let cojones drag (Drag)
Cheese like Macaroni Kraft
Father forgive me, I'm in a holy bag (Father forgivе me)
Blessings, blessings, no morе stressing (Blessed, blessed, blesssed)
You're depressing, mailed hash, hair straighteners for the pressing
The cloud of smoke look like a Chevy muffler
Christian artist, yeah, a trucker, silk button up with a Searsucker
You a girly man, really soft, you just appear tougher
He's a phony from his beard down to his veneer structure (Fssh)
I'm grinning from ear to ear, had every whip I could ever care to steer (All of 'em)
Pull 'em three of a kind, I never shared a pair (He's a villainous person)
I'm a grinch, I'll ruin your dinner
Versatile, I play the two guard and the center
Minnesota Fats, strike the cue ball in the middle
Doctor
(Hold on, hold up)
El Doctor, what the fuck? (Yeah, this that)
El Chemico (Ah, shit)
What's goin' on?
Rev the engines up (What's goin' on?)
Come on (What the fuck is goin' on?)
Ayo, check it (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Two Dukes of Hazzard getting pissy drunk (Woo)
Hanging out the moonroof with a magnum, got on Stewie's pampers
Tell the concierge which rooms to send the Louis baggage
Lay your hand on the money, that shit exploded, I booby-trapped it
Me and my duke back in the room rappin', I'm talkin', who's askin'? (Yes)
I'm moonwalkin', movin' backwards in a smooth fashion
On the record, I let cojones drag (Drag)
Cheese like Macaroni Kraft
Father forgive me, I'm in a holy bag (Father forgivе me)
Blessings, blessings, no morе stressing (Blessed, blessed, blesssed)
You're depressing, mailed hash, hair straighteners for the pressing
The cloud of smoke look like a Chevy muffler
Christian artist, yeah, a trucker, silk button up with a Searsucker
You a girly man, really soft, you just appear tougher
He's a phony from his beard down to his veneer structure (Fssh)
I'm grinning from ear to ear, had every whip I could ever care to steer (All of 'em)
Pull 'em three of a kind, I never shared a pair (He's a villainous person)
I'm a grinch, I'll ruin your dinner
Versatile, I play the two guard and the center
Minnesota Fats, strike the cue ball in the middle
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