G Pack, Vol. 1

by The Doppelgangaz

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released April 19, 2019

Groggy Pack Entertainment LLC
All songs written & produced by The Doppelgangaz
(M. Bennett, E. Sakla) Groggy Pack Music (ASCAP)
Recorded by The Doppelgangaz @ The Brothel 845 NY
Mixed by The Doppelgangaz
Mastered by Ricardo Gutierrez for Westward Music Group Inc
Art direction & design by The Doppelgangaz
Executive Produced by Matter ov Fact & EP

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Track Name: Coffin Nails
Milligrams of Temazepam in Old Tappan where he sold sedans
Give the lay of land, but won’t hold your hand
Understand whether you smart kid or
Push cart it or push start it, we impart it
Whether Sephardic or Gentile, check your mental
For this bloody rap, slang menstrual
Splurging, need a surgeon for the Hapsburg chin
Hop on a Schwinn, lets begin with the sermon
In money earning, hit the turn and then he’s crashing Rovers
Told the chick in Fashion Nova get to acting sober
Fiending for soba so forget the car
At the bar bumping Escobar, chirashi with escolar
Inshallah, you heard the scream cause it hurt
Team’s on alert, they put a lien on the yurt
You little squirt, until we croak or ’til we off the rails
suppress the urges with the coffin nails

Take a Look inside a Ganga’s fortress
Some Empty bags of corn chips, used Biore strips and foregrips
Canal street Christian Dior, slips ons, niggas on some hoard shit
Windows boarded, conditions sordid
A Ganga’s views? beyond distorted
He’s non equipped, socially, standing close to him kehd
You might just lose your sponsorship
Keyboard gut, Monster sips, mean PMO death grip
GMO foods, hormones injected
Paranoid when he exits, push a Lenco Bearcat
OG JNCOs from twenty years back
Fake adhere tats, Slava Medvedenko-esque career stats
Y’all niggas hear Matt? Now ask yourself, what would Matt do?
Then do the polar opposite kehd, avoid the snafu
Burying Matthew, you’ll see a statue with the bludgeoned plinth
Solar powered speakers forever playing dungeon synth
Track Name: Lest We Forget
Never trust a cloak as far as you can throw a cloak
Swindling townsfolk from New York to Roanoke
He’s in for it for his damn self, he’s tryna sow his oats
Pulling fast ones, switcheroos, okey dokes
And as a younger bloke they said we glad to have ya
Left a trail of smiling teachers and some happy paras
Friends with everybody kid like a Capybara
Unbeknownst to all he looting snacks from Sarah
Now he out in Vegas shooting craps at Harrah’s
With some past posting and some controlled rolling
Glass toasting, waving at the patrol trolling and he’s slow strolling
Feeling bold emboldened
G pack, friendly like that street that Grover’s on
One safe enough to park your Rovers on
Shelby Cobras on, come out, your treasure trove is gone
We gets it in at gettin over on

Aight, bet
Lest We forget
Aight, bet
Lest We forget

We used to bump “Ooh nah nae, got to get the money ‘fore I play”
Aye, light your ass up like flambé
Creme anglaise, scheme in the 2018 Enclave
Say, lest we forget, got pesky Tourettes
Subtle flex, hefty baguettes
Strictly froze, fake symptoms, Gypsy Rose
No dystrophy shown, freely stand on his tippy toes
Thats how we scam free Disney shows
Resort stays for four days
Reports say brain damage since the fourth grade
Por que? Brandish a four Tre
Then vanish before the court case
Hey, living la vida bro
On Alameda, We bump Janet, Damita Jo
Flying some eaters back to Teterboro
Watching repeats of Cheaters and the Cousin Skeeter Show, woah

Aight, bet
Lest We forget
Aight, bet
Lest We forget

Aight, bet
Aight
Aight, bet
Aight

Aight, bet
Lest We forget
Aight, bet
Lest We forget
Track Name: Have Cloak Will Travel
Breaker breaker, mom and pops landed in the BX from Jamaica
The menace was birthed
And he something like a black Dennis Reynolds but worse
Fin to hit up every crack, every crevice on earth and spread the Doppel Gospel
Pay me in Hennessy and shorties from your local brothel
The world depend on me to catch a break from this sleazy hell
Cause no matter where you’re from, we’re united through this BCL and well
In places others never be at, you’re bound to see E, you’re bound to see Matt
We’re sucker free
That’s why them big mommas treat a nigga’s kneecap like Santa’s lap
Ghostly white to vanta black
That’s a fact
(No cap) coach class bumping Charles Mingus
I Met a Swiss miss face like Martina Hingis
Joined the mile High club up on the Aer Lingus
TSA handcuffed me I was bare dingus

Yea, round the cattle
Before we’re dead or the judge pounds the gavel
Found a Business card in some gravel
Nigga said Dopp Gang, have cloak down to travel

Found a Business card in some gravel
Nigga said Dopp Gang, have cloak down to travel

Found a Business card in some gravel
Nigga said Dopp Gang, have cloak down to travel

Guten morgen, got the gluten polluting his organs
Like a mother, TLC Tugger on the foreskin
Unorthodox orphans
In a butterscotch Smother Box often
Of course when the crew rhyme she two time her husband
Off the Gluhvein, for the supine adjustment
Where you cucks been? Where they at though?
Where the cat fat, lower back full of gateau
Woah, For sure its sounds skeevy
You’re bound to see Matt, you’re bound to see E, believe me
Off GP, for GPE it’s fleeky
Forgive a ganga if he’s too cheeky
It’s too creeky to give to precarious gigs
Whether you live vicarious through your kids
It varies with digs, in areas on various grids
Doing bids for nefarious biz in Madrid

Yea, round the cattle
Before we’re dead or the judge pounds the gavel
Found a Business card in some gravel
Nigga said Dopp Gang, have cloak down to travel

Found a Business card in some gravel
Nigga said Dopp Gang, have cloak down to travel

Found a Business card in some gravel
Nigga said Dopp Gang, have cloak down to travel

Found a Business card
Track Name: Monk Mode
Gangaz fuck around and got them Nick Offerman eyes
But won’t deny the offering of the porcelain thighs
My my my wish that I could hedge bets and money line
Sip honey wine recline while they dox me
Moving Supermans and oxys
Too much moxie to stick with the epoxy
Keep a knock kneed steed, she call me schatzi
Godspeed to ya rolling threes in Yahtzee

Ayo the whole room smelling like salmon hibachi
Some botched D cups, Magic Wand Hitachi
Dipping from razzis, Vespa scooting
Acting hi-falutin, ordering pasta with extra gluten
More executing with less commuting
For losses suffered, some restitution, fresh pair
Chilling poolside in slides, Gladys with the fattest butt lounging on a mesh chair
Now her cheeks is lookin’ lattice cut, what

It all happened rather quickly and so she learned
From a mere blown kiss he reached the point of no return, he’s unconcerned
There’s more brolic bass to pan sear
Then trying last a year in it so get your ass in gear, clear?
You got to learn to smash in fear
Scared stiff up in Claire, Tiff
The P is deadly like diabetes, type 2
Fuck a wifey, give me a waifu, true

French Somali Sommeliers with Alsace wine
Hints of pear bring a tear to a glass eye
Her last guy found it rather disconcerting
To slap her ’til she cry and fist her ’til she’s squirting
Long as there’s no risk of it hurting
Or chance of getting frisked, whisked away to serving
Though it might be brisk once they’re done adjourning
A tisk tisk, slap on the wrists is unnerving

Aye it’s rather odd swear to God it’s getting hard to be a Vegas perve
The shit be fucking with my vagus nerve
Too much drama involved with shooting spunk loads
So now a Ganga going monk mode
Used to bless them with shrunk chodes but now we tell em hit the trunk road
Real Gs turn down P
Ayo it’s way too much drama involved with shooting spunk loads
So now a Ganga going monk mode
Track Name: Tarantism
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 suits 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

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