Red Pistachios by The Doppelgangaz Lyrics
Siting back drinking this barrel aged one time
Thinking to myself
Yo e, how long we know each other for, son?
[EP]
We go back like my MPB - vertex 3
Indefinitely
Took the alfred plea g, see now we scot free
Off the balcony, for my ASCAP
Ooh wee!
Black corsage with the bowties
We har-mo-nize, couple yards is the (?)
Burn your function, with the red face post derma suction
Worm in your cake, bitch spelunking
[MoF]
Yi, yo E and i go way back
Like jakes wayback
Ain't gotta do shit but die, stay black
And stay black cloak, til the day that he croak
Fr-r-r-ruck keeping afloat
A ganga going for broke
Cause anything youve done, the places youve hit
A ganga been, there been done that and got the shirt to prove it
Trust me, bbw's, ass tattoos with the butt knee
Skin tone, tanned or chutney, lovely
A true showmans work, make you bust it open for a good cause
Thats the yomans (?)
Aaagh!
The GPE can never be irked
So getting (?)
The only time you see a knee jerk
Reaction
No kerfuffles, doppelgang we wedding crashing
Cloaked the fuck out doing the cuban shuffle
Truffles in duffle bags
Two AVN awards, three SAGs
Hes scratching off his (?)
(you fuckin d-bags)
[EP]
Egads!
Holy smokes, back like diagnosis for polio
In mount holyyoke, soley cloak is ceremonial
Stoke flames, sniff cocaine with the lowly folk
Its only jokes 'til you turn stomachs
Or what you earn plummets
Learn from it or burn from it
At the summit for you dense ogres and blunt smokers
Before he humps give a once over
[MoF]
We live that BCL
As you can tell, ain't nothing flashy bro
Just don mandles(?) dry heels and ashey toes
They wanna know just how far back the ghastly go
We go back like red pistachios
Thinking to myself
Yo e, how long we know each other for, son?
[EP]
We go back like my MPB - vertex 3
Indefinitely
Took the alfred plea g, see now we scot free
Off the balcony, for my ASCAP
Ooh wee!
Black corsage with the bowties
We har-mo-nize, couple yards is the (?)
Burn your function, with the red face post derma suction
Worm in your cake, bitch spelunking
[MoF]
Yi, yo E and i go way back
Like jakes wayback
Ain't gotta do shit but die, stay black
And stay black cloak, til the day that he croak
Fr-r-r-ruck keeping afloat
A ganga going for broke
Cause anything youve done, the places youve hit
A ganga been, there been done that and got the shirt to prove it
Trust me, bbw's, ass tattoos with the butt knee
Skin tone, tanned or chutney, lovely
A true showmans work, make you bust it open for a good cause
Thats the yomans (?)
Aaagh!
The GPE can never be irked
So getting (?)
The only time you see a knee jerk
Reaction
No kerfuffles, doppelgang we wedding crashing
Cloaked the fuck out doing the cuban shuffle
Truffles in duffle bags
Two AVN awards, three SAGs
Hes scratching off his (?)
(you fuckin d-bags)
[EP]
Egads!
Holy smokes, back like diagnosis for polio
In mount holyyoke, soley cloak is ceremonial
Stoke flames, sniff cocaine with the lowly folk
Its only jokes 'til you turn stomachs
Or what you earn plummets
Learn from it or burn from it
At the summit for you dense ogres and blunt smokers
Before he humps give a once over
[MoF]
We live that BCL
As you can tell, ain't nothing flashy bro
Just don mandles(?) dry heels and ashey toes
They wanna know just how far back the ghastly go
We go back like red pistachios