D-Shot, B-Legit, E-40 - Duck lyrics

Look what they done, look what they done
Out and in, in and out somebody say
In and out, out and in in and out
Somebody say, from the beginning to the end

Somebody tell me where my weeples at
Somebody tell me where my dudes at
Why you muthafuckas beef when
Muthafuckas most needy?
Tanked out, gettin' tweeded
While I'm strapless, loose as a goose
Poor excuse
Ridiculous and drunk off that alcohol
Squabbin' back up against the wall, mobbin'
Bobbin' and weavin', still breathin'
They keep comin', a hundred
This way, I'm outnumbered

I gets busy, put 'em on 'em
Gets loose in the wind, and don't know 'em
'Cause when I show 'em what I
Got and what I do they be lurkin'
Tryna stick to a nigga like glue
But, fuck you
I'm a playa like Filthy, tryna strive
Back seat, Special Brew St ides
So when I ride
I'm bulletproof with the strap
But, I'd rather get fucked up, keyed
And tached

Bust, Bust, Bust, they don't want none of us
In and out, out and in, muthafuckas betta
Duck, Duck, Duck, niggas don't give a fuck
In and out, out and in

They couldn't deal with the fame
'Specially when I transferred game
Enhancing my skills by usin' my brain
I took it to the next
All of a sudden comes big respect
The life I'm livin' ain't cool for a playa
Playa 'Cause everything a nigga do
Is straight major
You think them niggas lovin' you
For bein' a mack?
You think them niggas lovin' you
And got yo back?
The only nigga got yo back is number one
That's why a nigga like myself carry gun

You know what, it's a drought, pimp
You think we're finished?
Nah, nah, pimp, nigga we got chemists
Cooks, chefs, kilograms
Chops, techs, pots and pans

I don't smoke brown weed
I smoke county greens
Big pimpin', loadin' up magazines
And ride down on a perpetrator
Hit ya now and get ya later

I got a call from the
Lawyer, he was tellin' me, loc
B, you betta watch who you call yo folks
It seems to me, shit ain't too tight
I got the paperwork, black on white
Your homeboy sung like Lou Rawls
Told everything he knew, he had loose jaws
And with the new laws, you'll come up short
So he bet' not make it to the court

Uhh ya yank him out the game mayne
Out the game mayne
Yank him out the game mayne
Out the game mayne
It gets mannisher and mannisher
Mo' keys than a janitor
Nigga's disrespected
Time to put down a thirty second check
And I take it that he don't reckon
But I got the biggest weapon
Them zips, them zones
Them Baltic cloned phones
Them million dollar spots
Hundres dollar knocks
Stay away from wishy-washy ass niggas
Always lookin for a c uh-come up ass niggas

I had a son at the age of like seventeen
Got sent to jail at the age of like eighteen
Sittin' in that cell
Thinkin' about the things that I did
Sittin' in that cell
Made a playa shed some tears
I'm havin' thoughts
Suicidal intentions done came but now
Them thoughts almost drove a playa insane
Until my momma told me this
Son, you gon' get out one day, so don't trip
Just keep yo mind on The Man up above
You do yo part
And he gon' show you some love
He gon' show you some love, one more time