Lyrics:
Tuesday!
RAJ
I've got good news. No, the upgrade release cannot be pushed back. But we can officially welcome Dorothy as chief engineer.
GEEKS
Welcome
a dorothy
En un tiempo malo the economy
No te has fijado que siempre aparece un héroe
En tiempos de misery
Is it good time to tell the tell, protect
We're not in dreamland anymore
Dorothy, it seems you'll never understand
This here land is everything we have
Every sweat-stained collar, every dollar
product is ridiculous. It's made 300 million dollars while it's still in your head. When people hear about this app what'd you call it?
DOROTHY
CheckUOut.
Welcome to the definition of
A frickin lab rat
With just a dream, and a dollar
And a backpack but all he cares about is
Family and good tunes
So don't ask
Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real
and Dorothy and Toto's on your ass when you visit
(Hook - [Tech N9ne])
It's alive aw hell
It's alive dod gwamn
It's alive odd male
It's alive I am
Been in
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
Put their trust up in the process not a dollar to their name
And me I did the same, I'm throwing caution to the wind
Skipping rocks out in the tropics,
thinking about how we going to get a check a couple dollars, couple figures, couple properties and ckers! But, if these bitches want to coming along for
sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour
(Yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line (I
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour
(Yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line (I
actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I
skirt
AND SAID
"Sweet little Dorothy oh lord what I
Have in store for you
There is no place like home
You ain't in Kansas no more!
Don't try nothin'
nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version
Dorothy try to judge these
Plus Degrees, sessical, rasta fiends
Getting waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand
Throw my hand all on the Bible
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
a morbid grin
But more importantly i'm off of Dorothy
So act accordingly
You can't afford the beat, can't afford the beef
Why you cheap?
That dollar menu
Of course I mean that shit metaphorically
But these boys forcefully fork the 4 in your face and knock you like Dorothy(Boots)
So I advise you to run away when
use to clear my problems with sippin a few zips
I'm all bout a dollar I'm counting up dividends
Hoes love fewski the littest in my city
Imma bad boy
on my casette
We could make a thousand dollar bet
Bobby never failed yet
Bout to strike gold
Got Big Free on the ones and two
Break it down for them one
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