Lyrics Duckin' & Dodgin' - E-40
My
scrilla′
my
paper
my
scratch,
my
scrilla'
my
paper
my
scratch
My
hookas
my
bitches,
my
batch,
my
hookas
my
bitches,
my
batch
My
peppa,
my
pistols,
my
straps,
my
peppa
my
pistols
my
straps
My
oozies,
my
choppas
my
gats,
my
oozies
my
choppas
my
gats
The
wires
the
taps
the
traps
Po-po
got
me
twisted
how
can
us
hustlas
maintain
and
relax
When
these
killas
out
here
snitchin′
bendin'
conas
fa
cova'
Just
remember
tell
my
motha′
I
love
her,
I
love
her
On
top
of
that
the
I
the
r
the
s
Police
station
lookin′
fo'
me
got
a
warrant
out
fo′
my
arrest
Fo'
tax
evasion,
fake
identification
Up
under
alias
number
skipped
bail
Now
I′m
hidin'
from
the
bounty
hunter
man
I
ain′t
neva'
went
to
jail
An'
told
some
stuff
Vallejo
didn′t
raise
no
powder
puff
When
I
see
′em
I'm
blastin′
I'm
dumpin′
make
believers
Make
somebody
gon'
mind
somethin′
newspaper
readers
Can
you
do
me
a
favor
an'
ask
yo'
neighbor
Did
he
blast
first
an′
ask
questions
later
I
betcha
they
tell
ya
I
did
such
a
wicked
ass
earthling
Why
did
you
kidnap
that
little
kid,
man
I
wasn′t
gonna
hurt
him
[Chorus]
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
The
highs
the
speeds
the
chases,
the
relays
the
laps
the
races
My
stuggle,
my
hustle,
my
pain,
my
purpose,
my
vision,
my
aim
After
ditchin'
an′
dodgin'
the
rolla
I
found
myself
in
South
Dakota
All
by
myself
grindin′
an'
runnin′
the
block
Hustlin'
an'
slangin′
them
rocks
Perkin′
an'
listen
to
pac
switchin′
locations
an'
spots
Greasin′
an'
cleanin′
my
glocks
Cookin'
an'
throwin′
away
pots
Coppin′
an'
orderin′
chops
Sewin'
an′
stitchin'
up
cock
Scheming
an′
plottin'
my
knots
Pajamas
an'
sock
home
invasion
an′
kickin′
locks
Jackin'
an′
robbin'
gankin′
niggas
tyin'
′em
up
An'
makin'
′em
watch
me
fuck
they
botch
Servin′
flour
in
a
drought
I'm
in
the
hot
seat
anyhow
plus
I
been
done
struck
out
Already
it′s
heavy
I'm
hurtin′
Two
nights
ago
ran
upon
the
wrong
person
Pulled
out
his
lead
and
aimed
it
fo'
my
head
Instead
it
hit
me
in
my
leg
burstin′
Who
got
a
band-aid
Can't
go
see
a
surgeon
cause
I
ain't
on
medicaid
or
should
I
say
medical
I′m
in
this
pal
for
quite
sometime
Now
I
been
wanted
for
a
little
while
Somebody
dropped
a
dime
an′
I
was
[phone
rings]
[Chorus]
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
The
highs
the
speeds
the
chases,
the
relays
the
laps
the
races
My
struggle,
my
hustle,
my
pain,
my
purpose,
my
vision,
my
aim
The
grays
the
hounds
the
bussies
Surplus
camourflage
in
the
middle
somewhere
in
Kentucky
Way
out
of
dodge
lost
a
little
weight
but
I
used
to
be
chubby
nigga
Stressin'
poppin′
pills
Takin'
more
than
anti-depressants
I
got
the
chills
Tryin′
to
get
away
from
them
fuzz
and
pheasants
teachin'
lessons
Got
mo′
scrilla'
than
I
done
count
blessings
Since
I
was
hills
the
smithins
the
slugs
the
wessons
Engine
block
gettin'
cracked
with
some
of
them
355
them
7′s
Ya
get
mopped
as
far
as
weapons
I
ain′t
neva
been
no
sucka
in
life
Poked
an'
m-mate
in
the
stomach
wit
a
number
twice
Fuckin′
around
when
they
brought
me
down
to
be
exact
On
the
streets
I'm
nothin′
but
up
in
here
I'm
under
dat
act
[Chorus]
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it,
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
Gotta
git
it.
gotta
git
gone,
git
on
out
The
highs
the
speeds
thew
chases,
the
relays
the
laps
the
races
My
struggle,
my
hustle,
my
pain,
my
purpose,
my
vision,
my
aim
1 L.I.Q.
2 Ballaholic
3 Get Breaded
4 Look at Me (feat. Lil Wayne, Baby, Juvenile & B.G.)
5 Duckin' & Dodgin'
6 F****n' They Nose (feat. The Click & Bosko)
7 Seasoned" (feat. Otis & Shug)
8 Earl That's Yo'Life
9 Earl, That's Yo' Life (feat. Otis & Shug & Too Short)
10 Rules & Regulations
11 Do What You Know Good
12 Mouthpiece
13 Big Ballin' with My Homies
14 Ghetto Celebrity
15 Ghetto Celebrity
16 Brownie Points
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