The Alchemist, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes - Minnesota Fats

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)

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, forgive me)
Blessings, blessings, no more 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

Fuck, man
It's too much pressure (get me out)
Relieve the pressure
Doctor help me, doctor
Fuckin' big papa pump (show 'em)

My bag development (uh), volcanic with the act development
Explode like many shotties that got the pellets in it (uh-huh)
I pledge allegiance to the fellowship (I pledge allegiance)
Fire that I started with these hands keepin' the kettle lit (uh)
Pour a tea out, serve the elders first (uh-huh)
United Arab Emirates, Presidential Rollies (uh) playin' goalie on the turf (uh)
Without a shirt on (no shirt)
Shit been poppin' since the Nextel chirp chirp, uh
M3 with the skirt on
Charbroiled chicken with the jerk sauce (uh-huh)
Swerve off (yeah), left arm still like Clayton Kershaw
Sell Cocodrillo Turbo (it's me), splash your face with the liquid from Salerno (uh)
One-inch punch to the sternum (uh), fuck it

Uh
Back out the zoo
Bullets out the wahoo
Ooh-woo, woo-woo, woo, woo
ALC shit
I'm back on it
Girbaud jeans, uh
Shootouts in my dreams
Yes, nothing light
A man of many miracles
Shoot him then deal with him later
Uh, thirty-seven deep in the elevator
God forgive who?

I took a kid and cut off his eyelids
Killin' him slow so he could see what I did

Ain't no fear, my blood feel good, shit is hot
My shit don't never skip a beat, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't give a fuck about none y'all niggas, man, straight up

Written by:
Alan Daniel Maman, Ariyan Arslani, Besnik E. Sadikay

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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