E-40 - Duckin' & Dodgin' lyrics

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

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


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

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