Cover Blown - The Doppelgangaz

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