The Doppelgangaz – E.W.W. (Dopp Hopp Album)


Aye, how that shit sound get you ixnay-ed
[Verse 1: EP]
Said shit that was unsavory
[Hook]
When a Ganga had the Tommy John’s, boy he couldn’t do shit
I Come through in the Petrovic
Black cloak, upon the tuxedo, don a corsage
Meat print up in the Speedo, libido for the menage
Said she only fornicates wearing the sash, gown, sick
Tell your wisdom, lay off the dust and blush worn
We be going sick now, every which way

A Ganga could have sworn she do animal crush porn
Fast forward to now, I’m still around
See I’m a simple man hunched over watching toons

In Poughkeepsie, a Ganga was a class clown
Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay
Every which, way

Set tripping off the Grant with PartyMan and Marty
[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Or chilling with Mandy, off the path of the meadow trail
He sport the True Religion but a Ganga rock Twism
Spill a 90 Chave, off the Hill of Hermitage
Living like some kids, yo fuck a bunch of saloons
And your so called fam, your dun Avery, in fun knavery
Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array
Still Dumpster diving and digging through them trash mounds agh
Every which, way
Doppel got to skip town to your dismay
We be going sick now, every which way
While I’m getting a handy with some clip on stiletto nails
A die hard Walter McCarty fan
[Bridge]
Former miss Orange County up in the ash crown Vic
[Bridge]

Aye, how that shit sound get you ixnay-ed

Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array
With some Nudie flix, but never got his stash found nah
[Hook]
All I need is a bagged lunch from mom duke and a bunch o balloons
We be going sick now, every which way

I smacked him open hand, now we got a schism
Every which, way
Every which, way
Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay
But watch Blue Chips and Jumpoff battles with Hommy Hom
With no dental coverage, just chewing on some Dentastix
Every which, way
Every which, way
Took this chicks Kindle and sold it, she scolded “You swindling prick”
Agh some Cap’n Crunch and a spoon
As I reminisce, and sprinkle hash up in my hash browns
We be going sick now, every which way

Oh, you got a rift now? what ya got to say?
For the dead homies, got the urn up in the lodge
Every which, way
We be going sick now, every which way
what ya got to say? Oh, you got a rift now?
Is dwindling quick, shit, he finna hit a lick
We be going sick now, every which way
Doppel got to skip town to your dismay
Having flash backs of nearly drowning at the splash down
Every which, way