E-40 - Duckin' Dodgin' Lyrics
My scrilla my paper my scratch, my scrilla my paper my scratchMy hookas my *****es, my batch, my hookas my *****es, my batchMy peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my strapsMy oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gatsThe wires the taps the trapsPo-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relaxWhen these killas out here snitchin bendin conas fa covaJust remember tell my motha I love her, I love herOn top of that the I the r the sPolice station lookin fo me got a warrant out fo my arrestFo tax evasion, fake identificationUp under alias number skipped bailNow Im hidin from the bounty hunter man I aint neva went to jailAn told some stuffVallejo didnt raise no powder puffWhen I see em Im blastin Im dumpin make believersMake somebody gon mind somethin newspaper readersCan you do me a favor an ask yo neighborDid he blast first an ask questions laterI betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthlingWhy did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasnt gonna hurt him[chorus]Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outThe highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the racesMy stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aimAfter ditchin an dodgin the rollaI found myself in south dakotaAll by myself grindin an runnin the blockHustlin an slangin them rocksPerkin an listen to pac switchin locations an spotsGreasin an cleanin my glocksCookin an throwin away potsCoppin an orderin chopsSewin an stitchin up *****Scheming an plottin my knotsPajamas an sock home invasion an kickin locksJackin an robbin gankin niggas tyin em upAn makin em watch me ***** they botchServin flour in a droughtIm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done struck outAlready its heavy Im hurtinTwo nights ago ran upon the wrong personPulled out his lead and aimed it fo my headInstead it hit me in my leg burstinWho got a band-aidCant go see a surgeon cause I aint on medicaid or should I say medicalIm in this pal for quite sometimeNow I been wanted for a little whileSomebody dropped a dime an I was [phone rings][chorus]Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outThe highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the racesMy struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aimThe grays the hounds the bussiesSurplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in kentuckyWay out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby niggaStressin poppin pillsTakin more than anti-depressants I got the chillsTryin to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin lessonsGot mo scrilla than I done count blessingsSince I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessonsEngine block gettin cracked with some of them 355 them 7sYa get mopped as far as weaponsI aint neva been no sucka in lifePoked an m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice*****in around when they brought me down to be exactOn the streets Im nothin but up in hereIm under dat act[chorus]Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it, gotta git gone, git on outGotta git it. gotta git gone, git on outThe highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the racesMy struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
