Lyrics On The Rag - The Doppelgangaz

On The Rag

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