Duckin’ Dodgin’ de E-40 |
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Letra de Duckin’ Dodgin’
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 Im hidin from the bounty hunter man I aint neva went to jail
An told some stuff
Vallejo didnt raise no powder puff
When I see em Im blastin Im 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 wasnt 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
Im in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done struck out
Already its heavy Im 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
Cant go see a surgeon cause I aint on medicaid or should I say medical
Im 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 7s
Ya get mopped as far as weapons
I aint 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 Im nothin but up in here
Im 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 |
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