Lyrics Cover Blown - The Doppelgangaz

Cover Blown

Ayo, business trip
The Buick Regal, Enterprise whip
At a traffic light, doing some Kegel exercises, and
Something illegal with a live squid
While your wifey’s at home
Watching the beagle and the five kids
Yo, plus I heard she carrying the sixth
Everybody keep asking
«Why you ain’t marrying the… chick?»
Even cousin Harry and Patrish
Some times you want ingredients to vary in your dish
If I could get the permission to quote a fee
Eat it everyday, might get tired of Elle’s Cuisine
Yahimean?
Just take it from the Groggy one
Sometimes you want the sloppy cheeseburger with the soggy bun
At first, you thought it was a swell call
Till you went and started displaying signs that’s tell all
Now your shorty want to smell your balls
Just to catch the slightest scent of a Jezebel’s walls
You blew your cover kid
Lost your lid
Prosty’s prosthetic knot, knees and wigs
You blew your cover kid
Lost your lid
Prosty’s prosthetic knot, knees
Ayo, thick batter, cake mix
Take six on a pay-for-play basis
Conversation collateral
Round up the cattle
Throw 'em the lateral
«Honey I’m home!»
Skin more sporadical
A small sum of money get you chummy
But see it’s all about the digits where it isn’t sunny
Religious visits, exquisite attire
A surefire way to get you fired
Murder for hire
Serving desire
Dipping in that third eye vision
Intermission
Tell your chick «listen,» while she in the kitchen
Office hours extend
Two blue pills, three Extenze
At a loss when she offers to bend
Tell her it’s friends
How you felt distressed
Stated with eloquence
One slip could get it hella tense
Irrelevance, oozing in your statement
Vein bulging out the neck
Boozing, going ape shit!
Yo, You blew your cover kid
Lost your lid
Prosty’s prosthetic knot knees and wigs
You blew your cover kid
Lost your muthafucking lid!
Yo, E, you’s a wild nigga