On The Rag - The Doppelgangaz

Dirty bag crabs get scabbed, get spazzed on bad

Level lag, get my man Johnny sex mad

Iron clad, trying to stagger off, old haggard cloth

Doppel leads the horse to the trough

Yo find us up in the loft, sauced with the cohort

Do this shit for the sport, so on and so forth

Yo, take no shorts, goldilock flannel man

Tune into the channel, understand the panoram

Paranormal clan, low end and treble right

Peddle with the mic and meddle with devil’s hype

Get a life, it’s dopp gang, not duplicate, stupid shit

Watch who you with when it’s loot to get

Type to get lit off a hookah hit

Trip and do a full split, what’s the rudiment?

It’s rudimentary, doppel caught boos off entry

Shorty face like Alvin Gentry

Keep the level on it, keep the level on the rag

Keep the level on it, keep the level on the rag

Keep the level on it, keep the level on the rag

Keep the level on it, keep the level on the rag

I Fucks with EP, so I guess that I’m the token black

Catch him soaking mackerel, sipping on a coke 'n jack

Know some hookers on the rag who still be getting broken backs

Plus they could fry a mean egg and keep the yolk intact

Ayo we’re not sure if cereal or joking fact

To prove he means business, he showed up in a cloak and slacks

Pretty soon, niggas can’t give out an oaken plaque

Unless they carve the name of the recently awoken pack

They’re always looking like they need a mocha frappe

Taking a crap could provoke a mediocre nap

Last seen in Trinidad letting Soca slap

Hitting Japan next, I need a fukuoka map

No matter where the fuck they at

A speaker’s bound to blow and somebody’s neck is prone to snap

The type of shorty that’s attracted to the tone of rap

Keep a snaggletooth just to open a na cap