Letra de ' Burnt Tree ' de Step Brothers

Ayo rubba dubba dub, it’s two Bees in a Bucket
Drink from a dirty Thermos and swing like Kirby Puckett
Out the box, coming from the Boondocks like Uncle Ruckus
Get smacked where the sun don’t shine right on the tookusss
I'm in a wood grain, dope in a cutlass
Blowing out a cloud, look like smoke from a muffler
I'm in the house, all up in the walls and the structure
Arms waving in a W shape like a conductor
Certified suits and leather chukkas
Tell these hoes after the show to let em suck us
Without a cup, make them drink straight from the faucet
I stand, drawn line in the sand - dare you to cross it
Howdy, this town ain't big enough both to profit
I blow like a chisel, the product I boat-dock it
Catch you on the deck of a yacht, get thrown off it
Finish the destruction on sight, then close off it

When I was 12 I realized I would die
I sat up in my bed all night and cried
And when I woke the next day, seen the pain, it all faded
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
One for the mic, two for the MP
Cutting off the light but keeping on the beat
I serve channels while I'm walking on the street
Logged on while I'm walking on the hard concrete

Ayo, Cali get the money, snitches get the ditches
Never sunny, never puddles under bridges
These dudes is bitches
Drinking LA river water, hitting switches
In the whip considered classic, give the foreign to the Mrs
Two birds shot, wash my hands while I do the dishes
Chucking pennies, making wishes, right through the fishes
On my business so it's good to have an alias
And still fucking high from doing dabs on Ancient Aliens
God bless the rain down in Africa
If you refute this fact, they can't laugh at ya
Freezing life, I been speeding up my aperture
Believe the hype that's from the pilot to the passenger