The Doppelgangaz - Surveillance lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - Surveillance lyrics]
Brother I'm eating Pekin duck
Cuz I don't give a mother freaking fcuk
Heard the floors creakin
Somebody sneekin' up aAAAGGGHH
Who can you trust? Even your damn deacon
Can't keep it a buck
Just your luck, with them chickens who cluck
Tellin' your scoop when
They fell off the Wellbutrin
Excuses, when the lips go loose
It's no truces, the recluse chuck deuces
Hidy-Ho's, tryin' to stymie on the low
But a Ganga know from the shows on ID Go
My homie G Grhymey said
Those who's adversarial
Will still try to pose and
Dap bros at your burial
The soul rises, looking down from the aerial
These Bloodsucking, parasitic, filarial
Catching my drift like chicks catch venereal
As we spin on this merry-go round
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments
Niggas crying over spilled milk
And killin' over sour grapes
A face in every state, scours with hate
I keep my groggy eye open out the gate
Strictly 20-20 vision
Watching date-line for 48 hours straight
Psycho'ed up in your shower by your mate
While you bump Adina Howard
On your Shower-Mate
Psycho, original not the remake
Be over cautious
On level ground use the e-brake
I rather be safe
Niggas committin' matricide, patricide
I can't forget the filicide
Missing their dosage of Abilify
You thinking that your crew
Were barely getting vilified?
When they the ones that prolly switch
You way too busy pouring wine, ignoring signs
And they obvious i bet you niggas never
Thought your minions could
Till they light your ass up like pinion wood
Nigga you need surveillance
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments
Cuz I don't give a mother freaking fcuk
Heard the floors creakin
Somebody sneekin' up aAAAGGGHH
Who can you trust? Even your damn deacon
Can't keep it a buck
Just your luck, with them chickens who cluck
Tellin' your scoop when
They fell off the Wellbutrin
Excuses, when the lips go loose
It's no truces, the recluse chuck deuces
Hidy-Ho's, tryin' to stymie on the low
But a Ganga know from the shows on ID Go
My homie G Grhymey said
Those who's adversarial
Will still try to pose and
Dap bros at your burial
The soul rises, looking down from the aerial
These Bloodsucking, parasitic, filarial
Catching my drift like chicks catch venereal
As we spin on this merry-go round
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments
Niggas crying over spilled milk
And killin' over sour grapes
A face in every state, scours with hate
I keep my groggy eye open out the gate
Strictly 20-20 vision
Watching date-line for 48 hours straight
Psycho'ed up in your shower by your mate
While you bump Adina Howard
On your Shower-Mate
Psycho, original not the remake
Be over cautious
On level ground use the e-brake
I rather be safe
Niggas committin' matricide, patricide
I can't forget the filicide
Missing their dosage of Abilify
You thinking that your crew
Were barely getting vilified?
When they the ones that prolly switch
You way too busy pouring wine, ignoring signs
And they obvious i bet you niggas never
Thought your minions could
Till they light your ass up like pinion wood
Nigga you need surveillance
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments
Surveillance
For Company kept turned asailants
Femme Fatales, on the prowl for derailment
Peep the style, and know-how for the ailments