The Doppelgangaz - Tarantism lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - Tarantism lyrics]
Yo Tropicana josh drop the razor
Before you pull the trigger slime
No digital shape up, just tap nigga line
Swig of fine wine then he flew to Chi Town
He said if you’re going to pick it out
Make sure you pat them sides down
Listen, niggas say they’re
Sickos, we’re nastier
Real Gs hang low like macromastia
Doppel Gang ghastlier than your average
Wreaking havoc
Since the cloak was just a sheet of fabric
Reeked of haddock from all the floozies
Dancing erratically, sweating profusely
Loosey goosey
Probably burn you like a Juicy Lucy
Getting in touch with inner hoochie
Beneath the table
Flashing her coochi at Bertuccis
It’s all Gucci whether it’s MOF or cousin E
Let your hair down
You know we’re judgement free
Curmudgeons be like "nah
They can’t be trending"
Now they’re plotting, searching
For that antivennin, tarantism
Ayo who’s to say who produce the
Best Chartreuse or Cru Beaujolais
Yous in the loose zoot suit's what
Can ya do for me?
Chicken out the packet little salt
Then call it a day
Hey, did a show at CMJ with TMJ
Rap lords, when you see them pray
Use per diem on the E and J
DNA, not of the gang to sell you the same
Rather, piss on your leg and
Tell you it’s rain
Shame, Shame, Shame, Shame
On the block where they Buda slang
Oi Tudo Bem!
No parents to implant the wisdom or vision
Transparent with the tarantism, listen
He’s jealous even if you just
Bit on a Pringle
For years in cellars eating some
Shit on a shingle now he’s got the bank
Tellers admitting their single
Overzealous off a jingle
Straight deaded by the eight legged
Venom spreaded by the dreaded
Dance like chicken beheaded
Once u get it don’t forget it
Its Prophetic, Tarantism
Before you pull the trigger slime
No digital shape up, just tap nigga line
Swig of fine wine then he flew to Chi Town
He said if you’re going to pick it out
Make sure you pat them sides down
Listen, niggas say they’re
Sickos, we’re nastier
Real Gs hang low like macromastia
Doppel Gang ghastlier than your average
Wreaking havoc
Since the cloak was just a sheet of fabric
Reeked of haddock from all the floozies
Dancing erratically, sweating profusely
Loosey goosey
Probably burn you like a Juicy Lucy
Getting in touch with inner hoochie
Beneath the table
Flashing her coochi at Bertuccis
It’s all Gucci whether it’s MOF or cousin E
Let your hair down
You know we’re judgement free
Curmudgeons be like "nah
They can’t be trending"
Now they’re plotting, searching
For that antivennin, tarantism
Ayo who’s to say who produce the
Best Chartreuse or Cru Beaujolais
Yous in the loose zoot suit's what
Can ya do for me?
Chicken out the packet little salt
Then call it a day
Hey, did a show at CMJ with TMJ
Rap lords, when you see them pray
Use per diem on the E and J
DNA, not of the gang to sell you the same
Rather, piss on your leg and
Tell you it’s rain
Shame, Shame, Shame, Shame
On the block where they Buda slang
Oi Tudo Bem!
No parents to implant the wisdom or vision
Transparent with the tarantism, listen
He’s jealous even if you just
Bit on a Pringle
For years in cellars eating some
Shit on a shingle now he’s got the bank
Tellers admitting their single
Overzealous off a jingle
Straight deaded by the eight legged
Venom spreaded by the dreaded
Dance like chicken beheaded
Once u get it don’t forget it
Its Prophetic, Tarantism