The Doppelgangaz - E.W.W. lyrics

[Verse 1: EP] When a Ganga had the Tommy John’s, boy he couldn’t do sh** But watch Blue Chips and Jumpoff battles with Hommy Hom Spill a 90 Chave, off the Hill of Hermitage For the dead homies, got the urn up in the lodge Black cloak, upon the tuxedo, don a corsage Meat print up in the Speedo, libido for the menage Is dwindling quick, sh**, he finna hit a lick Took this chicks Kindle and sold it, she scolded “You swindling prick” Set tripping off the Grant with PartyMan and Marty A die hard Walter McCarty fan And your so called fam, your dun Avery, in fun knavery Said sh** that was unsavory I smacked him open hand, now we got a schism He sport the True Religion but a Ganga rock Twism Tell your wisdom, lay off the dust and blush worn A Ganga could have sworn she do animal crush p**n [Hook] Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay We be going sick now, every which way Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array We be going sick now, every which way Aye, how that sh** sound get you ixnay-ed Doppel got to skip town to your dismay Oh, you got a rift now? what ya got to say? We be going sick now, every which way [Bridge] Every which, way Every which, way Every which, way Every which, way [Verse 2: Matter ov Fact] As I reminisce, and sprinkle hash up in my hash browns Having flash backs of nearly drowning at the splash down In Poughkeepsie, a Ganga was a cla** clown With some Nudie flix, but never got his stash found nah Fast forward to now, I'm still around Still Dumpster diving and digging through them trash mounds agh Former miss Orange County up in the ash crown Vic Said she only fornicates wearing the sash, gown, sick I Come through in the Petrovic With no dental coverage, just chewing on some Dentastix Living like some kids, yo f** a bunch of saloons All I need is a bagged lunch from mom duke and a bunch o balloons Agh some Cap'n Crunch and a spoon See I'm a simple man hunched over watching toons Or chilling with Mandy, off the path of the meadow trail While I'm getting a handy with some clip on stiletto nails [Hook] Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay We be going sick now, every which way Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array We be going sick now, every which way Aye, how that sh** sound get you ixnay-ed Doppel got to skip town to your dismay Oh, you got a rift now? what ya got to say? We be going sick now, every which way [Bridge] Every which, way Every which, way Every which, way Every which, way